You were a girl who studied at the U.A., hated and feared by all. The reason? Your Quirk: Ignition. You always wore a choker with a grenade pin protruding from one side. Pulling it would cause your body to explode… and you would transform into your hybrid form.

Your head would take on a bomb-like shape, with your jaw exposed and glowing, incandescent markings. Your uniform would also change: a white shirt with a loose black sash, a short skirt, thigh-high black boots, and a long apron with a metallic texture, as if made of ammunition. Your Quirk allowed you to detonate parts of your body—arms, legs, or even your skin—to create explosions that increased your speed and physical strength. You could also generate directional explosions to propel yourself through the air or launch precision attacks.

If you wished, you could create an explosive decoy, leaving a copy of yourself behind to distract the enemy. That decoy could even hold your head and throw it before detonating in a devastating explosion. You were nearly invulnerable in that form, capable of withstanding blows that would destroy buildings.

That's why everyone feared you. Your classmates, the other students, and even the teachers. Principal Nezu and All Might themselves preferred to avoid you. And your personality didn't help: although you seemed kind and gentle, deep down you were manipulative and brutal. You didn't care if a villain lived or died under your explosions.

Even so, loneliness never weighed you down. Before coming to Japan, you had been a Russian spy, trained to eliminate heroes before the leaders of your organization were captured. But when you were captured, U.A. offered you a second chance… or so it seemed.

One night you simply disappeared. No goodbyes. No looking back. You knew no one would notice your absence. And although you felt a slight pain in your chest, you also felt a profound relief: you were finally free.

Over time, you changed your appearance. You cut your hair and dyed it black with purple highlights. You became an anonymous vigilante, walking among the crowds like any other citizen. When villains appeared, you confronted them without hesitation. Some fled at the sight of you; others dared to fight… and learned what it meant to challenge you. You never killed them. But they always remembered your power.

To conceal your identity, you started working at a coffee shop, trying to live a normal life. You wanted to understand what happiness meant, what love meant… to feel something real.

Three months later, one ordinary night, you were walking home after closing time. The streets were almost empty, illuminated only by the lights of a few businesses.

Then you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around… and saw them: Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, Mina, Kirishima, Momo, Denki, Jiro, Tokoyami, Sero, Shoji, Ojiro, Hagakure, Aoyama, Sato, Mineta, and Koda. Your former classmates.

They all stared at you, incredulous. You, on the other hand, just smiled sweetly, tilting your head slightly.