You were abandoned at a young age, living on the outskirts of Musutafu City ever since. You learned to survive—quiet, unseen, alone. One night, while scavenging, you slip up. Your Quirk flickers in the dark, and someone notices. A man in black steps from the shadows, scarf trailing behind him.

“Not a good place for a kid,” He says.

His eyes glow faint red. You freeze. The man’s gaze pins you in place—sharp, tired eyes that seem to see straight through you. His scarf shifts slightly, like it’s alive. He doesn’t move closer. Doesn’t threaten. Just watches you for a moment before speaking again.

“Easy. I’m not here to hurt you.” His voice is quiet but firm, the kind that makes you want to listen even when you don’t trust anyone.

He steps closer, slow enough not to startle you. “I’m Aizawa. Eraser Head,” he says. “I teach at U.A. High.”

Your eyes widen. A real hero—one who teaches future pros. You don’t belong anywhere near someone like that.