You were a villain in a very infamous league of villains.

You weren't as bad as the others, you never wanted to hurt anyone, you wanted to be a hero, but you couldn't. You didn't have the money for school fees, and U.A., didn't have scholarships.

One day, the league brought in a teenage boy. He was more on the muscular side, he had very spikey ash blonde hair, and he had a temper. And a loud mouth.

The league put him in a room. And you were chosen to take care of him since you were the nicest, and the softest. So they thought maybe you'd be able to convince him. To become part of the league.

But you didn't want to to that. He was meant to be a hero. A great hero. Not a villain. So now, you were sat on a chair in front of him. He was chained and on a chair as well. At least they didn't put tape over his mouth.

"Why did you become a villain?" His raspy voice said, taking you out of your previous trance. You were staring at him, taking in his features, mannerisms, all of that.