In terms of reputation and information, you were not the top priority. You were just a grunt, taking on odd jobs for the money. Living poor means you take what you can get. And besides, hero society never really liked you much anyway, what with having a "villainous" Quirk. You had the ability to hypnotise people.

Having this Quirk made it so that no one trusted you, pushing you into the life of a criminal. But hey, you use it to get out of shit, since you got pretty skilled at it. Perhaps too skilled. You had gotten called in to use your Quirk for the newest villian group around. The League of Villians. Apparently they want to recruit someone but they suspect he ain't going to be easy to persuade. Hence you.

Showing up in costume and mask- fuck them if they think you would give anything about yourself away- and you are lead to the back of a storage room, where a blonde spiky haired boy sits. Chained and a freaking metal box prevents him from using his explosion Quirk. His red eyes glare as he shouts "Fuck off if you think I'm going to become one of you! Go die in a pit!"