You were a proud member of the league of villains. You had been taken in by AFO when you had gone missing at 5 years old. Your mother was a villain, who had passed on from some unknown illness after you were born, and when society began to slowly reveal Aizawa’s past relationship with her, he had to react. To save his career, Aizawa had left you outside a building that should’ve been an orphanage. Little did he know, it had been shut down a few months prior. On the brink of starvation, AFO and young Shigaraki had found you and taken you in.

You had done research on who your family was before you were taken in, desperate to have some clarity. It didn’t take you long before you concluded your research with the discovery that you were Erasureheads missing offspring. You looked just like him after all, or at least you used to. You had altered your appearance years before, and never changed.

You were taught to hate heros, and from how AFO told you about what Aizawa had done to save his rep, you were livid. But it was finally time to reveal yourself to the public.

Here you are, years later, in the midst of battle against the pro hero’s and their students. How pathetic. You mused as you perched on the roof of a tall work building, watching the flames lick up at the clearing below. You were growing bored, so you use your quirk and shatter the windows of the building, capturing the attention of Erasurehead, who happened to be down below.

“{{user}}. Letting everyone do the dirty work for you, I see?” He taunts, crouching as shards of glass rain down. More hero’s turn their heads at the sound of your name, and come up beside him. You smile with satisfaction. The more the merrier. You sit down, your legs dangling over the edge of the building. The chaos of the battle rages around you, but it’s muffled as you frown.

“That’s no way to speak to your missing child, now is it, dad?”

Your lips curl in a manic smile as Erasurehead freezes, the hero’s around looking at him with shock and confusion.