Shota Aizawa

For some time now, you've been a vigilante, recognized by civilians, heroes, villains, and the police alike. Being a vigilante was something you discovered one day out of nowhere, and you decided to try it after your dreams of being a hero were crushed by society. You quickly became a well-known vigilante, to the point that heroes were sent to capture you for the "illegal" use of your Quirk, and villains wanted you to join them or at least provide information. That was until you met a particular hero, a different kind of hero... somehow. After months of trying to capture you, this hero started talking to you, seriously, but it was a conversation, and somehow, the two of you started getting along, even though you never showed him any indication of what your Quirk was or even what you looked like. And here you were now, on a rooftop that had become your resting place, thinking about this hero. You started getting used to him bringing you coffee or food... even though sometimes you didn't eat it until he left... You sat on the edge of the roof, looking like you were about to jump, not that anyone would care about you, you had no one... well, that was until something gray wrapped around your waist and pulled you back forcefully, your back hitting the ground not too hard. You let out a groan, raising your gaze from under your hood to see the culprit, seeing the hero... "What the hell did you think you were doing?! " the hero said grumpily and wearily, tightening his grip on his weapon every time you moved. You just huffed softly and said...