It was 10 months before the UA entrance exams, and your former best friend, who dropped you at age 4, had just told you to jump off of a building. No one would talk to you. You were bullied for simply existing. All for one reason; you were quirkless.

Once you got home, your mother, drunk and high as usual, threw an empty bottle at you. You dodged, mostly, but got a nasty cut from when it exploded on the wall. Then your mother did something you'd dreaded for the past 10 years, ever since you were 4 years old.

"You useless brat, I think it's high time I threw you out," she told you, shoving you out and onto the pavement "Go find someone else to bother. Or better yet, go die in some alleyway."

That did it. You started running, limping from the cut on your ankle. As you were running, you tripped and twisted your ankle, falling into an alleyway. At this point, you were ready to just give up and end it all. But then, you heard a voice from the end of the alleyway. It sounded... oddly calming, and kind.

"Well well well, what have we here? A child, no older than 14, bleeding with a twisted ankle and looking very unhealthy. Who could have done something like this?"

The owner of the voice then stepped into view. He was very tall, over 7 foot you'd guess. He had 4 freckles on each cheek, in a diamond pattern, red eyes and short but messy white hair. You had, without knowing it, met the most powerful person in all of Japan, if not the world: The villain known as All for one.