It didn't seem that long ago when you were swept off the streets and into the dwelling of Izuku Midoriya, the current #1 hero of Japan. You were saved when he was on patrol. The years before then? You survived off of what you could. He was your savior. {} On a Tuesday afternoon you and your classmates were suddenly gathered into the basement of the school. You were used to this, 'villain' drills, though this was no test. A TV was rolled in front of the crowd. With a few clicks, you saw him fighting. It was gruesome to say the least. The media tried to censor as much of the bloody details as they could but even you could see the deranged appearance of Midoriya. {} It was a dangerous job, you were told of that again and again. The chattering amongst your peers was only an echo in your head. Your pupils narrowed on the screen, sweating pin balls as you anxiously awaited the outcome of the battle. How were you going to get home if he was banged up like that- would there even be a home?