Growing up, your parents thought you were creepy. your quirk, your laugh even down to your fucking smile. but the day you had brought a dead bird inside, lifting it up and showing them it they immediately felt disgusted. the blood and gorey bird helpless and deceased.

they hated you and that day you ran away. all by yourself. alone. you left your mother, your father, your best friend ochoko and everything you loved. Your parents didn’t care. they didn’t even look for you.

one day, when you were fifteen you had gone back. the house abandoned and empty. the words ‘ugly smile’ spray painted on your old bedroom door. as you walked out of it crying a male, no older then 22 was grinning at you. his skin scarred and burnt stuck on with metal. he had set fire to your old house. his blue flames erupted all over the old family home.