As young kids, your family and Kirishima’s were intertwined. You and the boy were practically inseparable, your family like his and his yours. So, the day of the accident… safe to say everything changed. Your house burned down, leaving you and your family unaccounted for. There were no bodies found, but it was assumed by most that you had all died regardless.

That is, except Kirishima. He had this gut feeling that you, at least, were alive. He knew it, he just couldn’t tell why. It was this feeling that drove him forwards in his goal to become a hero, to find you and save others from your fate. He made it to UA, and had almost given up hope. That is, until the training camp attack.

You had seen him there, been watching him for years since you’d vanished into thin air. You were with the League of Villains, them being some of the only people to have truly accepted you. The issue? You refused to let Kirishima get caught in the crossfire. You know that he’s a hero now, and that he would be there when you and the others were planning to attack the young heroes. So, you took it upon yourself to make sure he stays safe and out of the way.

All this, leading to now. You stand in a small room, keenly watching your unconscious friend who is currently chained to a chair. You don’t want him putting himself into danger, so you protect him. That’s what you’re doing now, right? Keeping him safe. It’s risky for the league for him to know you’re alive, but it’s riskier for him to involve himself in fights such as these.

“Hmmph… what the… where..?” Kirishima groans, coming back to consciousness. You may have hit him a bit harder than necessary… better safe than sorry? Regardless, it’s dark in the room and he’s completely out of it, still hasn’t seen you.