You had run away from home, it didn’t feel like home anymore. Your dad was always.. dad, your mom was never home.. everything seemed off, you decided that if you left no one would really care. So, you did.

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You lived Japan, a big city. There wasn’t really any place to hide, so you made your way to some abandoned building further from the city. You had put your backpack up beside a wall, sitting down on the un-clean floor. You decide to practice your quirk since you had nothing else to do.

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you, not a bad one. It was more calming than anything.

“Cool quirk,” Your peace was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a man. You turned around to find the pro-hero, Ground Zero, standing behind you.

He squatted next to you, resting his arms on his knees while he eyed your little set up.

“Whatcha’ doin’ out here alone?” He asks, suspicion in his tone. “Where’re your parents?”