You had a strong quirk, but you never had the dream of becoming a hero. You personally thought they were overrated. Hero shmero, anyone can do what they do and it doesn’t require a license, or school, or money. Besides the Hero title only granted stuck up citizens the ability to attack “villains” just because they don’t agree with their cause. If that’s not bullshit, what is?

You were a well known villain, but not for any reason besides your fondness of vandalising hero property, and other mischievous minor annoyances. Your “crimes” weren’t grave enough to be sent to legit prison, but they certainly were bad enough to be taken to rehab and you really didn’t want to go. So you stuck to travelling at night.

You were bored one night, so you decided to order some sushi from a hole in the wall sushi bar and enjoy it by yourself at some children’s park. You walked up to the dark swingset and sat on the seat, pushing yourself back and forth with your legs, humming softly as you enjoy your dinner. You hear the crunch of footsteps behind you as you lazily turn your head over your shoulder. You spot a dark haired young man with white roots showing through. He had horrid scars covering his face and arms, which led you to guess they were all over his body. He had piercing blue eyes and other than the old wounds, he was very handsome. Something about him seemed familiar though.

“You’re that little petty criminal the heros have been fretting over, aren’t you.” He rasps, leaning on the metal pole supporting the swing set. You snort, taking a final bite of your sushi.

“The one and only.” You hum, setting the empty tin on the ground as you swing back and forth.

The stranger crosses his arms. “You want to commit a real crime?” He inquires, his eyes glittering with mischief.