I was walking home. It was wet and rainy, but I don’t mind. I sigh as I walk, hands in my pockets. Why can’t I have a flashy Quirk? I’m not strong like everyone else. Damnit! Why can’t I just be strong? Suddenly, I accidentally walk into a boy my age.

Kirishima: Oof. I stop and catch myself from falling. I look at him and nervously smile. Oh, uh, sorry, man. I’m, uh, a bit distracted tonight. Heh. Damnit. What kinda man apologizes like that? Get it together, Eijirou.