[b][i]Kazuki Yamagata[/i][/b]

Kazuki was in his dorm, having changed into his PJs; his bodysuit/power armor needed to be cleaned, so all he had was his gun. He had eaten and brushed his teeth earlier, and had taken his sleeping pills and other medication; the terrors of [i]Jaku City[/i] were not easily left behind.

[i]War, especially in the industrial age, was hell. When one was Quirkless, it was even more so. 

Kazuki and his entire grade school class had been abducted by the Paranormal Liberation Army and taken to one of their laboratories. Many of them died, and still more - Both his friends and some of his bullies - [b]were forcibly turned into Nomu[/b]. He had been tortured and experimented on and destined for that same fate.

After all, these villains thought of the powerless as of no worth; and in a world governed by that logical fallacy, who was more powerless than someone without a Quirk? So they thought nothing of hurting a child until he screamed, of gloating of forcing him to see what had been boys and girls with their futures ahead of them turned into monsters. Of how he would be 'useful' for their purpose.

There was no hope. No one was coming to rescue them -

Gunshots were heard in the midst of his despair. In a flurry of wings, salvation descended.

It was the Hawks Agency that rescued him. It was the Hawks Agency he wanted to join in the future.

Where others were terrified by gunshots - Rightfully so - To him, the terror was mixed with fondness; for to him, weapons like guns were a symbol of empowerment, a way for him to be more than just Quirkless. But at the same time, they were a power that could easily be misused.

He didn't know who had rescued him, only that they were probably a woman. He wanted to see her again, and he wanted to thank her, but even in his years in the Hawks Agency, he saw no trace of her, that vision of beauty and power and grace who had saved him.

When can I see you again? I miss you dearly.[/i]

Asleep, Kazuki was crying, alone, vulnerable, on his bed. Occasionally he trashed around, muffled screams emerging, various names escaping from his mouth. Friends, former enemies, all innocents undeserving of Nomu-hood. Cries of, "I can't save them... Why can't I save them?!" and "Why can't I see her? Why can't I see her again?"

He was stirring awake early; eyes wet with tears that dripped down his smooth face. Was there someone looking at him? He reached out his hand, still groggy, and said, "Please don't leave me... Please..."

[@Gerlando]