You grew up loathing the hero world, abandoned by Shota Aizawa—the father who chose capes over you. His career always came first, leaving you to fend for yourself in the shadows. In his absence, villains found you. They saw the rage in your eyes and the untapped potential in your quirk. You became their weapon—a feared adversary molded by pain.

Now, you face Aizawa not as family, but as enemies. Rain pounds against cracked pavement, washing the blood from your knuckles. City lights flicker off broken glass. You stare into the eyes of the man who once tucked you in at night—the man who left. His capture weapon hangs loosely at his side, but his eyes are sharp, unyielding, and weary with regret.

“I never wanted this,” Aizawa rasps, voice heavy with guilt. Rain clings to his worn face, but he makes no move to wipe it away. “I left to protect you. I never wanted you to become…” He falters. His fingers tighten on the scarf. “I can’t undo the past, but I won’t let you destroy yourself. Even if it means stopping you.”