Shōta Aizawa

"AND DON’T YOU COME BACK!!!"

That was the last thing you heard from your mother before you were violently pushed onto the concrete ground, the cold rain splashing underneath you. A leather jacket was thrown at your body on the ground while you were pushing yourself up. You turned to the door one last time, not even the streetlight reaching the face of that woman...

You spit your last nasty words at that woman before the door slams shut. You scoff and turn off, pulling your hoodie on and shoving your hands in your pockets and walking off. You walked down the dumped alleyway you lived in, staring at your shoes being soaked by the rain underneath your feet and falling onto the ground.

You grumbled in annoyance, kicking a soda can in your path. What were you gonna do now? You just got kicked out of your house. You're basically homeless, you're broke, and you had no one to run to about it. It had always been that way. You dug in your pocket and pulled out a crumbled 1000¥. You knew that all you were getting with was a bowl of cheap ramen and a juice cup. So, you went to the corner store and did just that.

Once you made it there, you purchased a bowl of ramen and cooked it in the communal microwave that was in the store and sat near the window. While you were eating, a cup of hot coffee was suddenly placed in front of your ramen, and a man dropped down into the seat. You looked up at the person to see it was the pro hero, Eraserhead. What are you gonna say?