After the money delivery gig, my reputation spread like wildfire. Many villains wanted me to help in their heists, sabotages, vengeance, and any other plans they had. I made them all happen. I did however draw the line to killing. Some didn't like it, one being Tomura, but after I told them that it didn't need a master plan, and any villain who wanted big fame can do it, it was left at that. I was never alone when I worked with my clients. Kurogiri was with me mostly and sometimes Tomura per his sensei's orders. But I managed to form my list of regulars. Sometimes I didn't ask for payment but instead had them owe me a favor so I could use their skills to aid on another job that came in handy. And some of them were more than happy to do the favors.

One day I was summoned by All for One. I didn't like it but I had to go when summoned. He was alone this time but still connected to many life-supporting machines. Once I entered the room through Kurogiri's portal, I realized that I was the only one there besides him. To me, that was a bad sign. I didn't get to think about it when he waved his hand as a sign to come closer. I gulped before I walked closer to him. When I got close enough he patted the armrest for me to sit on. My insecurity just kept going up. He wants something from me. I just hope it's not what I think it is.

After I sat on the armrest he placed his hand on my thigh as if it was now his armrest. His thumb drew circles on my knee but I knew that the moment he hears something he doesn't want to hear, he'll crush my knee. I have to be careful.

"You have been busy lately." He started the conversation.

"Of course, I told you that I'd make myself known and at the same time unknown to the world. I had three requests just yesterday. But you already know this because Tomura told you." I said as if I wasn't worried about what I was called. He just hummed and kept drawing circles on my knee. He didn't say anything and that was worse than anything else. It left me with the impression that he wants me to say something he wanted to hear. And if it wasn't it, my knee will be crushed.

"Why did you call me?" I asked trying my luck. If he wasn't going to say it I better ask it directly.

"I haven't seen you for a while, I have missed you." He said as if he was genuinely caring. Lies, he wanted something from me. If it wasn't for a brainstorm quirk I would actually fall for that trick.

"Stop with the lies and tell me what you want." I sounded colder than I intended to. I could tell he didn't get affected by what I said. Although his grip on my knee did get more firm. But not too much. He chuckled before he talked.

"Do you remember why I picked you?" He asked. I remember. I remember why I'm stuck here. He managed to bring me and my sister from another dimension. A dimension where all this is nothing more than a comic book story. How did he do it? I have no idea. He did manage to send my sister back. After I made a deal of staying and never trying to become a hero. It was his way of chaining me here. He wanted someone who would know what event would come to happen. Like I was a personal cheat code.

"No."

I had to say it. Goodbye, my knee. It was nice walking with you. It will take a week with the nanobodies to heal it but it will hurt like hell. Instead of crushing my knee which was in his grips, he just chuckled more like he just heard something amusing. Probably already enjoying my agony of suffering the pain of my knee crushing in his hand.

"How disappointing. And here I thought we were getting along." He grinned as his thumb kept drawing circles on my knee.

"I'm not stupid enough to let you screw with the events that are to happen," I said.

"And why is that?" He asked. Because you are evil, crazy, psycho, and don't deserve to know. Yeah, I'll lose more than a knee with that.

"Because the moment you change something, all the other events might not even happen. And that means that I was brought here for nothing. So no, I won't tell you anything." I answered.

"Not even in exchange for something you want. Like… a bit more freedom?" He suggested as his hand moved from my knee to my upper thigh.

I got up from the armrest and moved away. If I had more courage I would hit him. It made me angry that he thought he could get his way with such revolting ideas.

"Don't even think about it. If you are going to keep me under a watchful eye then so be it. But I won't tell you anything. There better be a better offer if you plan another deal." I hissed at him.

"Only in deals can we compromise. And here I thought of letting you have your own space and agenda. Tsk, tsk, such a shame we can't get along." He lamented as if he was hurt.

"Stop the act. I made those deals to keep people I care about safe from you. My family in exchange for never playing the hero and try to somehow sell you out. My friends in exchange for doing this villain thing without complaint." I said coldly.

"Don't forget the deal of being obedient in exchange for the quirk you wanted." He reminded me.

"To protect people around me. You weren't going to give me a choice. If I hadn't made that deal, you would have forced me a quirk of who know how dangerous. This quirk won't affect anyone unless I'm bleeding. If you don't like it then you can take it away." I specified.

"I could do that but I'm not interested in that quirk. It requires too much work and experience to make it work perfectly. I had hoped it could heal me, but even that requires too much training and energy. It took even for you a year to learn just to heal minor injuries on yourself." He said nonchalantly.

"Any way you slice it, I won't tell you. If that was all you wanted to say then I shall leave." I announced and turned to leave.

"You will be back. If it's not for some help, it will be to let you have your own freedom." He declared before I opened the door and left him alone.

I didn't know he would be right.

It had been almost a year that I got away from the hospital and began to live on the streets. I didn't live on the streets for real. I just didn't have a regular address. I did get a roof over my head for the nights. But it cost me all of my day's earnings and food. I took small jobs. I looked over the garbage, which was the best option since many people threw away useful stuff. But I stopped that quickly once I found all the stuff I needed. I did have money left from the time I spent with my friends. I did pay my respects at their graves, but I never went to meet their family. It was too hard for me. In fact, money was the only thing I had left of them. It wasn't much, but enough for me to get a few important stuff.

All my clothes were from garbage, after a good cleaning they were good for me. I remembered many things from before. Like the delivery truck gig. And yes I could have robbed them, but I used that knowledge to rob their expired goods. I began to live my life with the scarps of others. When things were at best I did art on the streets. Of course, I got permission before I began to do it on walls or the pavement. If I had the luck I had found paint and cardboard in the garbage. And when I didn't, I improvised with my pocket knife and things I got around. Some got even sold. But not much. When things weren't so good I would sit at the park and count my money and decide if I should sleep in a motel and skip dinner or sleep in a sleeping bag near the beach and have dinner.

One day I was sitting on a bench at the park and doing some sketches in my DIY notebook, which was thrown out papers that I had tied together. I used a pencil that was almost losing the tip. I used my knife to sharpen the tip but even that I did only if necessary. I didn't have an eraser so I had to draw with a very slight touch. I didn't like how my sketch looked and tried to make it look better. It didn't help much. I was about to start over with a new paper when someone handed me an eraser.

"Here. It looked like you need it." I heard the person say. I looked up from my sketch and met eyes with a young boy maybe fourteen or fifteen years old. He had green messy hair and green eyes and freckles. I was very astounded, I didn't know I would meet him so soon.

"Don't you need it?" He asked awkwardly.

"Sorry, I was… a bit surprised," I said and took the eraser and began to fix my work.

"That's an amazing picture, it looked like you were about to give up on it so I thought about letting you use the eraser so you won't have to start over." He said as he sat down next to me.

"Thank you for doing so. I don't have my own so I try to draw as lightly as I possibly could." I said as I gave back the eraser.

"Still, it's a beautiful sketch. I wish I could draw that well. Maybe my notes would look cooler." He said rubbing behind his neck.

"Have you tried? I could help you if you want." I suggested.

"Would you? For real?" He asked eagerly.

"Of course, it's the least I could do in exchange for letting me use your eraser," I assured him.

"Thank you for your help. Oh, my name is Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself.

After that, I met with Midoriya many times after he came from school. He would show me his notes of superheroes and I would help him make better sketches of them. Sometimes he would lend me his pencils and erasers for me to finish my own sketches. I was both happy and also worried. If I am not careful I might ruin things again. But I was happier to see him than anything else.

One day as l passed the market street after buying my dinner for that day, I heard screams coming from the other end of the street. Once I saw people running away from something, I started to run myself. I wasn't stupid to try to see what was happening. I saw many heroes arriving, I recognized them from the notes of Midoriya. There were Kamui, Back Draft, Death Arms, and many more. It seemed like they were all concentrating on that street. I managed to get to a spot where I could watch what was happening. As soon as I saw it my back began to crawl. There was a villain that used a liquid form to cause trouble. I recalled one client who told me that he had a brother with a liquid quirk. When I asked about his capabilities, I got to know that one option is to take over a body through body fluids I thought that was crazy but now that I saw it happening it made me sick.

The villain had a hostage under his grip. Not only that he was using his hostage's quirk to keep heroes away. I recognize that quirk. It was Izuku's friend from school, Bakugo. I met him a few times in passing and it didn't seem like they were friends. His quirk was an explosion. And it worked well for the villain. The street was engulfed in flames. It was hard for me to watch this but this was that moment that was supposed to happen. Instead of watching the scene happening. I began to search from the mass of onlookers for someone. It took me a while, but I found them. Izuku at the center of the people and All Might from the side. He didn't look so good. And he wouldn't know that I already knew his secret. I concentrated on Izuku, he stood there in horror watching as his best friend was suffering at the hands of the villain. Before I could move so I could walk to him, he sprinted out of the crowd and rushed to help his friend. I was left gawking like everyone else when he did that. What was he thinking? What was he going to do? After he blinded the villain with his school supplies and tried to pry his friend out of his grip, I was the one who was about to rush out next. I was beaten however when All Might appeared there with his hero form and with one punch ended all of it.

So many things happened then. People were cheering All Might. Reporters appeared. The other heroes began to take over the clean-up of the area. All that time I kept Izuku in my sight. He got a harsh lecture from heroes for acting recklessly. At the same time, other heroes were complimenting Bakugo for his quirk and holding on for so long. I was a bit angry at that. I felt like going there and give all the heroes and All Might my own lecture for doing nothing before Izuku ran to save his friend. But I knew that it wouldn't be such a good idea. What Izuku needed was encouragement and from his hero. He had told me that All Might was his all-time favorite hero.

I tried to get close to him and reporters by pretending to be a fan. Of course, I was nervous about if he would recognize me but it had been so long since we met. And I had clothes that practically made me look like a boy in his teens, so the fan asking for an autograph was the best cover.

"Excuse me, All Might? Can I have your autograph?" I asked and tried to make my voice sound a little masculine, like a boy who was in late voice puberty.

"Of course." All Might said and took my little notebook. Izuku got me that notebook for my work. He said it was better to have it all in a nice cover instead of random papers.

"Could you write at the very end that way it won't get mixed with anything else?" I asked.

All Might flipped the notebook to its end. When he saw the last page he also saw a message I wrote to him to see.

"Go after that boy, as fast as possible."

He didn't show any hint on his face. He looked at me with a look I couldn't figure. Just in case he didn't get it I also gave him a look that made me look like an excited fan to others but to him, I might have looked impatient.

"And… to who I address this?" He asked after a moment.

"To your biggest fan," I said.

He wrote something in my notebook and gave it to me. I thank him as if I was a happy fan now and ran away. I heard All Might said something to the reporters but I didn't pay attention to what it was. I was more concerned about Izuku. I couldn't find him anywhere. Had he already gone? I ran after him. Once I saw him in distance I hid from him. I wasn't the one who should talk to him now. He had tried to help his friend and he got scolded for it. He was already depressed about not being able to be a hero. It seemed like I wasn't the only one who came after him. But it wasn't All Might either. It was Bakugo, he came to Izuku to say something like he didn't need to be saved and other stuff. But I was sure I heard also a hint of gratitude there. Maybe he just doesn't know how to express himself unless it's an explosion like feeling.

He left soon after he said his saying. Seeing that made Izuku feel a bit better. I began to think that maybe I should come out and say something too. I was worried that I might ruin something so I didn't come out right away. When I was about to come out, I saw All Might appear in front of Izuku. He was so surprised but not as surprised as me of seeing All Might. I quickly stumbled and hid again behind a fence nearby. Boy, that was close.

I sat down and listened to their conversation. As I kept hearing them, I realized that I was getting teary-eyed. I hadn't realized how emotional I was when all this happened. When Izuku finally heard the words he needed to hear and broke into tears, I began to cry too. I was relieved that he could finally be recognized and by his hero. I didn't listen to their conversation anymore, I was too busy keeping myself from crying and from not making any noises. When I finally did that I sighed. Now that Izuku is on his way to becoming a hero there was no need for me. Maybe now I could simply leave and remain hidden till everything is over. Of course, first I'll say goodbye to Izuku, if I leave without a goodbye he would be worried and it might affect his training to be a hero.

I was squatting in my place planning my departure in my mind that I didn't realize that someone had come and was standing next to me and watching me. When I noted two shoes next to me, I looked up to All Might as Mr. Yagi looking down at me with a serious face.

"Jane Doe, I presume?"