Being captured by the league of villains and staring right at the face of your death was not in the UA teachers assistant description.

You were one of the newer pro heroes, worked on the down low to avoid press and media. You'd only recently started working as a teacher's assistant at UA. It wasn't the most ideal job in the terms of entertainment, but you got a glimpse at the new generation of pros, and it paid pretty damn good.

A nice job and a mediocre life.

Until you were captured.

You'd been supervising at USJ when tbe LoV had infiltrated. You'd been keeping the students calm, trying to round them up when one of the thugs had literally pounced you. You'd been caught of guard, a rookie mistake that got you tossed into what you'd assumed was a portal. You hit your head pretty hard, fading out of consciousness.

You woke up in a simply lit bar, your ears ringign and your head pounding. Once your vision cleared, you saw someone in front of you. You recognized him to be one of the villains that had infiltrated the USJ. He seemed to have been one of the only generally powerful of the lot.

You were tied up with a mix of rope and metal fiber, bound to a chair. The villain was sat on a barstool, pulled up in front of you, staring dead at you. He was so... Grey. Had a hand up, scratching the skin on his neck until it went red.

"You're finally awake?" He rasped. "Took you long enough. We should have captured someone else, you were out for so long it was seriously annoying."

He heavrd a sigh, slipping from the stool and taking a few steps towards you, bringing up his right hand in front of your face.

His right hand...

You'd seen that hand disintegrate Aizawa's elbow. You could also remember one of the man's comrades calling him a name... Tomura Shigaraki.

The hand hovered in front of your face, as if a threat in itself.

"I don't think I've seen you before," the man rasped. "You're definitely not a student. A pro? You certainly don't look it."