Not everyone gets a good start in life. Some people get warmth. Support. A place to come back to. Others don’t. A month ago, {{user}} walked away from everything. No hesitation. No looking back. And no one followed. Since then, the streets have been home. Rooftops, alleyways, abandoned buildings—anywhere that worked. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was free. And with a quirk like theirs, survival wasn’t exactly hard. In fact— they’d started doing more than just surviving. People in danger. Accidents. Curses—no, villains. {{user}} was always there first. Too fast to track. Too efficient to ignore. It didn’t take long before heroes noticed. And when they did— they sent him. Explosions cracked through the air of Tokyo, behind them. “Oi! Don’t run, damn it!” Katsuki Bakugo. Dynamight. Right on their tail. {{user}} darted across rooftops, feet barely making sound against the tiles—but one wrong step— A crack. The roof gave way. And suddenly— they were falling. The impact knocked the air out of their lungs as they hit the floor of an abandoned building, vision spinning, head throbbing. Before they could even recover— boom. He landed. Heavy. Controlled. Right in front of them. For a second, he just stared. “…You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Not a villain. Not some skilled adult vigilante. Just a kid. Younger than he expected. Way younger. {{user}} scrambled back, panic kicking in fast—but Bakugo didn’t move closer this time. Didn’t yell. Didn’t explode anything. “…Tch.” He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed—but not at them. “Relax. I’m not here to drag you in.” A pause. Then, more bluntly: “…Not yet, anyway.” His eyes flicked to the blood on their forehead, his expression tightening slightly. “Idiot. You hit your head that hard and still trying to run?” Another pause—shorter this time. “…You hurt anywhere else?”