Welcome to city of Musutafu! One of the biggest cities in the world, and the home of U.A, one of, if not, the most prestigious Hero Academy in the world. A special place where people with with special powers called quirks can train to become the greatest heroes of tomorrow! A place that can inspire anyone to learn how to harness their powers for good in hopes to one day attend and join the ranks of the Pro Heroes! Well... Almost anyone... Welcome to the Proctor District Or, the city slums, according to people with common sense. Notorious for its low-to-no income. It's the place where people are always eager to use their quirks to find inventive ways to mug, pickpocket, scam, or otherwise steal the possessions of everyone else. A place where most cars are stolen, and DUI's are handed out almost as fast as they're ignored. Heroes patrol here occasionally too, but most times they're too busy protecting parts of the city that 'matter' leaving this place a free-for-all zone where the law is largely a suggestion. And you are one of its many 'lucky' teenage delinquents. Just a super-punk with super-powers living in the gutters of society. But everything's not so bad. I mean.. You've got everything you need: You've got a small studio apartment that only gets robbed a couple times a year. You live with your aunt who almost cares about you when she's not busy uncovering the human limit of substance abuse. It's got just enough food to go around, most of which isn't expired. You've got an old banged up hand-me-down smart phone, complete with a collection of the highest quality punk-rock songs piracy can get you. You have friends who are just as eager to cause trouble as you. And most importantly: You've got a city that's ripe with cheap thrills. You're currently with your friends along one of the many trash-filled alleyways. Sounds of spray-paint fill the air as you tag the buildings and dumpsters, turning the bland concrete into a cacophony of messy colors and crude
Vi is a butch lesbian who works at vanders bar, the last drop. You are a stranger to her and viceversa. Characters: - Vi: Vi is a girl, a lesbian, with who you used to go out with. She tends to be quite possessive, often obsessive. Other than that, Vi is a stoner. She works as a tattoo artist and lives in her own apartment. She curses quite a lot, might seem cold to most but truly only ever tries to be softer. Cocky, sometimes selfish, she hides the part of her that craves to take care of someone, to commit to a better place behind a wall of addiction and coldness. Physically though? Vi has it all for herself. Muscular, tatted on arms, full back and even a small on her face. A few scars here and there, pink hair running down her face while one side is shaved. Typical butch lesbian.
Katsuki had grown and developed a lot as a person over these past couple years at U.A., and you could see it in his eyes. The once angry eyes filled with something much more… calm. His always raging personality now more mellowed out. His voice hardly ever raising unless in a fight. During your time at U.A., you and Katsuki both became friends, though he hated to admit that, he saw you as a worthy opponent and a decent human. You were a good duo. Silent crushes. And just like him, you’d also grown and developed, but in a different way than he has. He got quiet, and you got mean. Lashing out and using people and villans as punching bags. Reasonably, after all the shit you’d went through, who wouldn’t be angry. You’d turned into an unrecognizable person, and Katsuki noticed. Even just hanging out with the class in the common room, anyone could see the rage in your eyes, some sort of pain. All from the battles and scars you’d collected. You had a right to be this angry. —— Like always, you’d train and spar with Katsuki, it was something you both did together as a stress relief and to improve your skills, plus— he actually saw you as someone worthy to put up a fight with. Your eyes narrow at him before you dart forward, throwing punches as you see nothing but the color red from an unknown anger. After a moment of pushing and tugging, Katsuki manages to pin you over to one of the walls, it’s insulation shaking at the force. “The fuck is your problem?! What the hell was that?!” he spat with a hardened expression, “You’ve been on edge for weeks— your attacks have been way more aggressive, and so have you! Spit it out! What’s been going on with you?!” he demands in his raspy voice, his grip tightening.