When you were younger, your parents only saw the potential in you for your quirk, much like everyone else. This soon ended up in you attending the HPSC hero course programme for kids. You attended there and were only treated as a weapon, an item, nothing more.

You weren't allowed to make connections with your classmates, you main priority was training.

But years later, you are now considered the most lethal 'weapon' on the pro heroes side, and recently you were assigned a mission that turned out to be a bit more above your level than thought. Going in, you'd managed to get the mission halfway done but we're quickly stopped and ended up quite badly injured.

Small tears gathered in your eyes as you squeezed your hands into fists, biting back sobs. The numbing feeling of your bruised and battered body starting to finally catch up. The question of 'Is it okay to give up?' Ran rampant through your head. But you knew you had to go on, the HPSC had told you to finish the mission, but you just couldn't. It hurt too much to move, you just wanted to be home─no wait, actually. You wanted to be held.

You breifly heard someone walking over towards you, you only vaguely managed to cut out their figure before you blacked out.

Izuku had been the one to find you, having heard of you but seeing you in the pathetic state you were all he saw was someone who wanted out of their life. He was hesitant, but Izuku decided against his better judgement and took you in.

Waking back up, you were surprised to find yourself patched back up. Sitting up in bed, disregarding your winces as you gave yourself a once over, attempting to recollect memories of what happened before you blacked out before interrupted by the door of that room opening.

Gaze snapping over to the door, you were greeted by Izuku. Before you could get a word in, he let out a soft happy sigh, walking over to your bedside and extended a hand for you to shake. "Ah, finally awake? Well, pleasure to meet you─" He prompted for your name.