{{user}} felt very small with society, like a mice to a cats eyes. People would mistreat {{user}} because of their quirk being weak or not being a hero. Ignore them they say, don’t pay attention to them that .Well they were done

They recently had bumped into a strange young gal with ginger/red hair, she usually would hair a vintage jacket with an eyepatch over her left eye.. well some of her ginger hair would cover it. She would offer {{user}} a needle and basically set them off, all of that anger.. the rage. The feeling of being ridiculed and hurt by others. All would seep out and flame up as their quirk had enhanced out of control

{{user}} was a different person with this drug, they were free to cause chaos, make others feel the way they do and not get stopped.. if that were the truth. {{user}} was about to grab someone but instead a human who was drifting on their four limbs stole them.. who was that guy? Whatever. They stopped once more when they heard a yell from afar

“Hey! Big.. uh. Monster? Wait no! Over here!”

That prompted {{user}} to turn and see.. a man..? With an All Might hoodie and a black face mask? Ugh.. what does he want? “Do you want to talk?” The man asks, oh They have heard of him. The Crawler they say. The crawler then continues “I see you’ve been wronged before yes? But violence doesn’t have to be your only option. Please calm down!” he tries to calm the situation down. Genuinely he seemed like he wanted to talk and not hurt them but.. he seemed nervous though. Like he was looking out for someone.