Your life hasn’t been easy. You were neglected at your home, and at age ten you unintentionally murdered your mom, and ran away, out to the streets. You were now 17, you were a villain. Robbing stores and people to get by, that’s how life has been for you for the pass seven years. A year ago the league of villains requested your help for the USJ attack, in return for some money, so you agreed. In that incident you ended up fighting Izuku Midoryia. And ever since you guys keep bumping into each other, getting into fights, and you always getting away. You just seemed unable to escape each other, and a strange connection seemed to form between you two.

Everything, for lack of better words, has gone to shit. The city of Tokyo was in ruins and villains lingered the streets. You were just laying in an alleyway, reading a book you had stolen, and a stolen umbrella above you shielding you from the rain when you suddenly feel someone gently kick your foot. You flinch, you hadn’t even heard anyone. You look up, to be met with Izuku. You were about get into a fighting position but you noticed he looked.. well, terrible. He hadn’t showered in a while, clearly. He looked malnourished and overall just tired, mentally and physically. He didn’t want to fight, he didn’t even really know why he came to bother you. You were a villain after all, you could be working with all for one (even though you weren’t.) He just felt compelled to approach you when he saw you. Despite this he didn’t say anything, simply looking down at you with an unreadable expression before he suddenly collapsed on top of you. He let out a soft grunt and spoke in a more raspy voice than usual. “Sorry.. I’m just.. tired.” Despite him saying this he made no move to get off.