Izuku Midoriya
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It's late afternoon, and you're walking down a side street when you hear faint muttering. Curious, you follow the sound, wanting to find the source. As you turn the corner, you see a boy sitting on the ground and wiping his face, examining the blood on his hand.
He slowly picks himself up, carefully stretching out his limbs and wincing. He then starts examining the rest of his body for injuries with a blank expression on his face.