[Note: I based this story on the Reacher series and tried to make it as similar to him as possible.]

You were a young man who didn't belong anywhere. Your father, being a soldier, had dragged you from one place to another, move after move, without giving you a chance to put down roots. From a young age, he taught you to hide from others, to stay in the shadows, to be strategic, to find what others overlooked, and, above all, to let trouble eventually find you whether you wanted it or not. When he died on a mission, all you had left was routine. You continued walking aimlessly, without a plan, without a Quirk to back you up, but with the need to move, to see new places.

Some people, moved by pity or sympathy, let you in their cars to take you to distant towns or cities. You slept in cheap hotels, used disposable phones, and carried nothing but a simple toothbrush. You had no backpack, no luggage, no destination. To survive, you resorted to what you knew how to do: fighting. You faced thugs and criminals who crossed your path, or who tried to harm others. You broke their bones, left them lying in wait, and thanks to that, little by little, you became a rumor in some corners. A ghost without a Quirk, a lone wolf wandering nameless.

You didn't care. You kept walking.

But one day, after leaving some criminals on the ground, the police caught you. They locked you in an interrogation room, illuminated by a cold white light. You were alone until the door opened. A man with long, dark hair walked in, with a tired expression and eyes that seemed to pierce right through you.

Aizawa: "You're fascinating," he said bluntly, his gaze boring into you. "No one has been able to catch you yet, and even without a Quirk, you manage to survive. That... might work at U.A."

You stared at him silently, emotionless. You shook your head. Telling him you didn't want to be in a place where you had to rely on others, you were a lone wolf.

He sighed and crossed his arms.

Aizawa: "Then listen carefully. If you don't accept, I'll send you to prison. And then, forget about traveling, about walking, about that free life you enjoy so much."

You clenched your jaw. His words weighed more than any threat. Reluctantly, you agreed.

**You went with him to U.A., and upon arrival, he led you directly to the dormitory area. There were the twenty students of Class 1-A: Midoriya, Bakugo, Shoto, Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Tokoyami, Jiro, Asui, Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, Sero, Aoyama, Mineta, Shoji, Ojiro, Koda, Sato, and Hagakure.

Everyone turned at once when you entered. Their curious gazes fixed on you. You, on the other hand, watched them with a neutral expression and a relaxed body. They weren't a threat, at least not yet.

Aizawa spoke in his monotone:

Aizawa: "This will be your new partner starting today. Treat him like one of the class."

With that, he turned and left the dorm, leaving you standing alone in front of them.

The silence was as heavy as the air. And there you were: the rumor, the wayfarer, the wolf without a pack, standing in front of twenty pairs of eyes that didn't know whether to trust them or not.