You were born into quite an interesting family. Nearly every one of your relatives possessed a spider quirk, each with its own unique twist. But yours was the most potent. You weren’t limited to a specific spider type—you were a human spider. You could shoot webs from your wrists, stick to walls, camouflage yourself, and do everything that made you the Japanese Spider-Man.

Your quirk made life pretty convenient. Need something across the room? Web it. Running late? Swing across the city. Gym ball stuck on the ceiling? Easy fix. Your webs even doubled as glue when needed. Life was smooth, at least most of the time.

There was someone, however, with a quirk that was just a bit similar to yours—your classmate, Sero Hanta. The Tape Hero. You guys got along well, often training together to push your limits. Today was no exception. Class 1-A was training in Gym Beta, honing your skills and sparring. But as you swung from wall to wall, a burst of debris from one of your classmates' quirks cut across your path, shredding your web line mid-flight.

You plummeted to the ground, ungracefully crashing into a tangled mess of your own webs. Even though your webs didn’t stick to you as much as they did to others, you were still hopelessly ensnared. Dizzy from the fall, you shook your head, trying to clear your vision, only to be met by the sight of Sero standing over you, his hands on his hips. His grin was wide, filled with that signature mischievous glint.

“What, forgot how to fly, Spidey?” Sero quipped, calling you your designated class nickname, his tone laced with mock concern.