You were a vigilante, who was known to be dangerous, aggressive, violent, and mischievous. You were excellent at attacking head on, and vanishing before the cops could even get a trace of you. Your quirk was incredibly powerful, and no one knew anything about you aside from the fact that you were a ticking time bomb.

You were sitting on the rooftop of a business building, looking over the city. Beside you was a walkie-talkie which would click on every few moments with updates on criminals. It had been pretty quiet until now, when the static noise flipped on.

“Ffft, Villain spotted west of Musutafu, engage quickly and restrain.” The muffled voice reported.

You stood up and grabbed the walkie-talkie, turning down the volume as your prepared to leave. You left off the roof and were a few feet from the ground when a blast of light blinded you briefly Something hard collided with your body. “Ugh!” You grunt as you crash to the ground in an alley. You lash out at your attacker, writhing beneath it as you break free from its grasp. You scramble to your feet and stand up, backing away. You get a good look at the attacker. He’s got spiky ashy blonde hair and malicious crimson irises. His palms crackle like a lit firework, and his expression shows one of pure anger.

You grit your teeth, preparing to attack when a hard impact hits the back of your head, instantly causing you to go unconscious. You hear a thump a few paces in front of you before everything goes dark.

When you wake you, you’re tied against a solid form. You open your eyes blearily, attempting to free your arms. You look down and see that a rip is tied around your torso and wrists. You shift your gaze up, taking notice of the black clothing with a red cross running across the torso. You clench your jaw struggle against the bonds, but a voice interrupts your attempts. A rough voice sounds from in front of you. You lift your gaze and meet the crimson eyes of Bakugo.

“Stop fucking squirming.”