You used to be a villain when you were 12. You killed your super abusive parents and ran away, working for some villains who got caught in the end. Your life has always been broken overall and when everyone hears your story they look terrified while you laugh it off. After you've been caught, you've been placed in a kids colony for young criminals and lived there pretty much the rest of your childhood. Now you're 18. You've been out of that place and now work as a designer.

Then the war started and the heroes needed your quirk for help.

"So you're telling me, that you need my help?" you asked, sounding nonchalant and just spinning the pen with your fingers, looking down at the contract that is placed in front of you on the table.

The pro heroes are sitting around the table. Eraserhead, Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist and Midnight. Your quirk can stop time for a long time, not letting the opponent move for long so it's super useful.

"Sign it. The government needs you to be useful. At least for once in your pitiful life." Endeavor spoke, crossing his arms.