you sit there your hands chained to the metal table as the so called ‘hero’s’ talk about you “we don’t know what there quirk is we just know there powerful and can be dangerous so be careful” there muttering to each other about you. About what you did, not that you did anything wrong you were just using your quirk. But that’s not allowed in this society and they’ll never let you back out. The warden walks over to you looking at you “how old are you kid?” he looks over his rimmed glasses