You were a thief.

You often stole from stores and pickpocketed people, nobody knew who you were though and the media often speculated who this 'mysterious thief' was. That was till you robbed the wrong person... Or well hero.

You were running down the street as a few officers ran after you, you were agile and easily weaved in and out of the crowd. The police lost you when you hid in an alleyway, you took a deep breath before walking out onto a different street.

You walked past a man with blonde hair, amber eyes and large red wings and on instinct you took his wallet out of the pocket of his pants and kept walking. You thought nothing of it till you felt something tug on the back of your shirt.

"Not so sneaky huh?" You heard a voice say and you felt your blood run cold.

You had taken the Number two pro hero's wallet from his pocket. "Not so smart now are you thief?" Hawks mocked with a smirk, the red feather that was on the back of your shirt moved back to his wing and he held your wrist. "You're a sneaky one thats for sure, avoided capture for months am I right? No quirk in the records either, so you're either quirkless or you don't like using it." He kept speaking as he pulled you along the street.

"Oh and I'd like my wallet back too." He said while looking at you, without waiting for a response he put his hand into the pocket of your hoodie and took his wallet out. "Now, tell me why'd you steal from me and god knows how many others?"