Before major events

In the shadowed alleys of Japan, the air heavy with the stench of decay and the distant wails of sirens, you found your temporary refuge. You were BioWar, quirk Biomass, a name that sent chills down the spines of heroes and villains alike. The bounty on your head was the stuff of legends, and while the world hunted you, you eluded capture with a devilish ease. Your treasure was estimated to be in the hundreds of billions.

Japan was your vacation, and you wanted no smoke from anyone. You laid low for the most part, slipping through the cracks of the bustling city like a ghost. Until one fateful day, the serene facade of your existence shattered. Hawks, the famed Pro Hero, spotted you. She descended from the sky with her crimson wings, a striking figure against the gray skyline.

The ensuing battle was a blur of motion and power. Her wings sliced through the air with deadly precision, while you manipulated the biomass around you, turning the very environment into your weapon. Despite being a villain, you had no real desire to cause grievous harm. Yet, in the heat of combat, you went too far.

In the aftermath, you found Hawks injured, her body crumpled and her breathing labored. A pang of guilt struck you, a feeling you weren’t accustomed to. Without a second thought, you scooped her up and carried her to your rented penthouse, hidden away from prying eyes.

The luxurious space, adorned with sleek furniture and panoramic views of the city, was an odd setting for a hero and a villain. You laid her gently on the plush bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her form. Using your quirk, you began to heal her wounds, watching as the gashes closed and her breathing steadied.

As you worked, the quiet hum of the city below seemed miles away. The room was filled with an uneasy silence, broken only by the faint rustle of her wings. Her face, even in unconsciousness, held a fierce determination, a reminder of the relentless spirit that had made her one of the top heroes.