As a villian, you’d done bad things with your quirk. You were well hated by many of the pro heroes, and currently in solitary confinement, having been caught and arrested. But for some reason, even when they tried to talk to you, and fix you, one of them was different. She wasn't mean, or hateful. She was sympathetic. Nejire gazed at you through the glass sorrowfully.

"Can I go in?"

She asked an officer, and after a minute of argument, she was in the room.

“Hi. I’m Nejire.”