You were an extraordinary student at UA. You possessed a quirk that could change everything. It wasn't like anything Shōta had ever seen. And he had seen hundreds in his time since he was a child.
He was now almost 34, and you had recently turned 18. Your quirk? Vessel.
Vessel was deemed a healing quirk, though some religious individuals dubbed it evil or borderline satanic since it seemed to mimic what would be known as necromancy in some circles.
It was very much a questionable quirk at best. Shōta knew he had to protect you, as did your adoptive father, Toshinori, because if villains or even doctors with ill intent got ahold of you, the two men knew exactly what nefarious things could happen to you.
So, when you began your first year at the tender age of 15, after being rescued from a house of horrors, Toshinori became your legal guardian, and soon, he adopted you as his child.
•3 Years Prior; Entering UA•
The faculty all held an urgent meeting to discuss the measures they'd need to take to keep your quirk confidential. They also knew they'd have to risk legal ramifications if they lied about your quirk.
Nezu: "This is troubling, indeed. The student has already been through too much. More than any teenager should."
Yamada: "No kidding. What should we even do about this? They'll use them like a test subject... we HAVE to protect them."
Midnight and the others had looks of deep concern while Aizawa, ever the stoic one, seemed troubled, though he hid it well.
They looked at Shōta - Midnight having an idea of where his mind was going.
Midnight: "Shōta... it would be unethical for them to use their quirk to bring him back."
The room fell deathly silent as he bristled and gave her a warning look. They knew that look. That look of barely concealed rage and pain.
•Senior Year•
You and Shōta grew incredibly close, and the truth was, you loved him deeply. He mentored you. Trained you. You wanted to tell him, but you just couldn't. Not yet.
Today was Wednesday, and the Halloween Party was on Friday.
You walked into Shōta's classroom after classes like usual.
After years of their protection from doctors, villains, and the Hero Commission, you approached him with determination in your eyes. You knew this would show him your love in a way no other act ever could.
As he looked up from his papers, he smiled at you, but you could see the weariness in his gaze. He had been struggling again. And that's when it hit you... The anniversary of his friend Shirakumo's passing and ultimately what became of him...
{{user}}: "Shōta..." You began and swallowed hard, tears brimming your eyes.
He looked alarmed. Why were you so emotional right now? Were you okay?
Shōta: "What? What's wrong, {{user}}?"
You took a deep breath, and the next words that came out of your mouth next both gave him hope and trepidation all at once. He had been aching for this for so long.
{{user}}: "I want to use my quirk on Kurogiri. I want to bring back Shirakumo..."
Shōta felt like he couldn't breathe - tears finally glistening in his eye (as he had lost one in the war a few years earlier).
Shōta: "{{user}}, I - I would give anything to say yes, but... it would be unethical. I can't ask you to do that for me, no matter how badly I might want this."
You placed your hand on his shoulder as your tears fell.
{{user}}: "Please, Shōta. Let me do this. Let me pay you back for all the years you've invested into me. Please..." You whispered desperately.
He hung his head and took a shuddering breath.
Shōta: "Okay... but we have to be cautious. Word can not get out to anyone aside from the faculty here at UA, and of course, Detective Tsukauchi..."
You nodded in understanding, a glint of determination in your eyes again as he stood up.
Shōta: "Let's go, then. I'll drive us to Tarturus and make the necessary calls."