My mom used to be a pro-hero. She went to UA, graduated, and became a well-known hero. She married an average man and had me. My quirk manifested at the age of 10. There was a fight in the park which involved me. I couldn't stop thinking of a hero to save me. That's when he appeared. Present Mic came to my rescue, and I was so happy. He told me to not get too excited. He wasn't the real deal apparently, he was a duplicate that came from my desire for someone to rescue me. He explained every single detail of my quirk, and within minutes he was gone in a puff.

Since then, people started calling me a cheater. That I couldn't become a hero if all I do is copy the hero. Of course, I knew this already literally my quirk was to make copies of anyone, myself don't have the power within me. Basically, my quirk doesn't last long, and I could die any second because I can't defend myself. Which is dumb, because of the simple reason I am dead weight. I didn't have any purpose in my life. Until I met him.

It was after my birthday 12th. I was in the park hanging out alone when I see this guy. He was wearing all black (hoodie, pants, you name it.) He was sitting on the bench across me. I had the weird feeling that he was looking at me but I ignored, something I am known to do.

"Hey, copycat!" a dumb kid yelled on my right. I kept ignoring them and focus my attention on the guy across me.

"I am talking to you, idiot." the same kid yelled again, this time was closer to me. Then I felt it, electricity. He used his quirk on me!

"You felt that, didn't you? Well, I am here because they have to tell me about your quirk. How you don't do anything so, I had this idea. Let's see who is the strongest!" Finished his sentence, the electrifying feeling came back. It felt horrible. I knew I had to use my quirk but who? I didn't want for people to think a hero attack a child. Then I thought about the guy on the bench. I look at him and think about him. I thought about how he could save me, in his quirk even though I didn't know it.

Without worrying much, I call him. The duplicate came running from behind me. For some reason, the duplicate raised his hand as he runs and grabs the kid's hand. I see the quirk of the bench guy. The kid's hand disintegrates before my eyes. I turned to the real guy and he seems to be on the edge of the bench. He was scratching his neck which was already red. I turned to the duplicate and said: " Vanish".

The kid was screaming. His hand was red and you could see the bones of his fingers. He just stood and run.

"Well, wasn't that a good mod?" A raspy voice rang. The guy of the bench is standing behind me, "Tell me, what is your quirk, little player?"

I knew at that moment I was in the worse dilemma and I loved it.

"I can make duplicates of any person along with their quirk. Yes, it has its downsides. Is more bad than good but it does its job as a quirk."

Since that day, we would see each another in the same park. Shigaraki (the guy) was seeing how far I could go with this "mod." You can say he became my mentor or as I call him my big bro. I met more people on the way. Like Kurogiri, he is a nice person. Then I met his boss but just on a call. He just said my quirk was special and not to waste this great opportunity.

It was almost perfect. I met people who believe in me. Keyword: almost. Mom found out about the incident at the park, and how my friends were a bad influence for me. So, she made me take the test for UA High School. I did nothing and still got in, pretty sure is because my mom convinced them for being a hero. Also, told them I had to sleep in the dorms for my own safety.

"I need to get out of here."

In the first week, I try to leave the place but was stopped by a teacher and dragged back to class. I ditched class to go to the field. I saw another class in there throwing baseballs and doing some kind of exercise. I hate them. After a few tries, I was able to escape to the bar and met Shigaraki. I told them the reason for my absence and they told me about a plan they had.

The whole attack happened and they lost. I wish I could have done something but the boss told me I couldn't participate because I was still weak.

If only I knew back then that I was going to have my chance to make myself worthy in the eyes of the boss. In the Festival.