You take a moment to catch your breathe. Working tirelessly has got you beat.

"BACK TO WORK L/N" (last name)

Your boss calls. You sigh and heave the huge bucket of water on your back again. After a long day of doing nothing but carrying huge and heavy buckets of water you want nothing more then to drop the remaining buckets on your lazy bosses head.

Resisting the urge you complete your task and check the time.

Y/N: "Just a few more buckets than I can leave.

It'll take 20 minutes but you don't have the mentally stability to not strangle your boss.

Y/N: "Stacy im taking a lunch break" you call to your co-worker as you walk out of the building and to your car.

Y/N: I really need to find a new job. This factory doesn't even pay alot.

You sigh after finally deciding to drive home and call in tomorrow for a resign.

You pull out from the factory parking lot and take a left. Not knowing these roads very well you can only hope to end up in the right place.

Hi, im Y/N and I lost my parents. They where pro-hero's who died beside eachother in the same pointless fight. Not having any other family members I had nowhere to turn. I ended up going through the system at 16 and since my quirk never had any real potential I didn't train to become a hero. Recently I turned 18 and got out of the adoption system. There really wasn't any potential to my quirk. Becoming a hero was not an option. Not like I'd want to be one when its only a popularity contest.

Anyways after getting out I was given a place to work and shelter. That horrible factory. And a somewhat nice apartment. I was a pretty boring person. I never had the right nerves to do anything like take up social hobbies.

A red light stops me in my tracks as I come back to reality.

Shit. I must've been staring off into space again.

Did I miss a turn?

I continue down the road anyways. It was dark now and I really couldn't see much. I focus on the road occasionally glancing at buildings and people.

A nearby fight stops me dead in my tracks realizing its not a hero fight. I step out of my car just as one figure has another on the ground ready to throw the final blow. Before it happens my instincts kick in and I send a large sound wave knocking the first figure away from the injured one.

I run over almost immediately. Checking the persons condition. Cuts on their face and bruises on their arms.

The first figure stands up ready to fight again but I knock them backwards with another wave of sound. I take the opportunity to pick up the injured figure and drag them to the car just as the second one begins running up to the car.

I close my door and lock all the other car doors breathing heavily at the surprise of what I just did. The attacker begins crafting some sort of spear through their hands and I take the opportunity to drive away quickly with the car.