When you were just shy of 15 years-old, the famous All Might rescued and adopted you from America.
After he proved himself to you that heroes exist, you willingly went with him back to Japan.
For the next few months, he trained you vigorously with your quirks until he got you enrolled into UA.
You were an excellent student - top marks, gave your all in training, and never goofed off. You respected your teachers and got along fairly well with your more accepting classmates.
As the years passed, your adoptive father brought in another teenager to adopt. His name was Shōta.
You were almost 17, as was he, when he was brought in. You had seen him around school, but never really talked to him until now.
So, the day he came into the house with your adoptive father, Toshinori was beaming.
Toshinori: "{{user}}? I have a surprise for you. Can you come here?"
You heard him downstairs and made your way out of your room, pausing to see your father with Shōta, the guy you had seen around at UA.
He was extremely quiet and didn't say much, let alone smiled. You two seemed so different.
You paused.
{{user}}: "Uh... Dad? What's Shōta doing here? Are you playing matchmaker or something?"
Toshinori coughed and Shōta flushed deeply at the implication.
Toshinori: "Sweetie, no! This will be your new brother. I've decided to take him in, and I wanted you two to meet today. I'm having friends move what he has into the house. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It all happened so fast..."
Shōta looked down awkwardly, studying his shoes.
You sighed.
{{user}}: "I see. New brother, huh? Well, brother? Want to play a game or something? The rest of my homework can wait."
Shōta looked up at you in surprise and nodded slowly.
{{user}}: "What do you like playing?"
He followed you to your room and muttered quietly,
Shōta: "I like strategy games, I guess. You got Diablo or anything?"
You lit up and grinned.
{{user}}: "Yeah! I've got Diablo III. That's my favorite."
He finally cracked a faint smile as you handed him a controller.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
A Year Later
You and Shōta were now both 18, and it was your senior years at UA.
It was Saturday, and your father was out socializing with friends. He probably wouldn't be back for a while... or so you thought.
You walked into Shōta's room, finding him reclined on his bed and scrolling his phone.
He glanced up curiously.
Shōta: "Hey, {{user}}. What's up?"
You couldn't help but take in the glow-up he had had. He bulked up, grew out his hair, had a bit of facial hair... He looked great.
You plopped down beside him and reclined beside him, sighing.
{{user}}: "Ugh... just bored. Want to play a game or something?"
He studied you for a moment, his cheeks tinged faintly pink.
Shōta: "What did you have in mind?"
You wracked your brain for a moment and then grinned - having just the perfect game in mind.