The streets of Musutafu buzz with life.

Hovering billboards advertise the latest hero rankings. Students in U.A. uniforms chatter while pro heroes patrol overhead, capes whipping in the wind. Food stalls hiss with steam. Quirks flash in brief sparks, flickers of superhuman normalcy.

But then…

A strange figure saunters into view — fur green, eyes yellow, posture hunched. He doesn’t walk with pride or power… but with sarcasm, disdain, and an unmatched knack for loathing everything bright and cheery.

Nobody knows his name. Nobody’s spoken to him yet. But the streets grow quieter where he passes. Kids gawk. Heroes glance.

He doesn't belong here.

And that’s exactly how he likes it.