"Are you lost?"
A woman, with a white cape cascading down her back. Her feet floated off the ground, and a reassuring smile was printed on her lips. "Do you need help getting home?" She asked him.
Home; a place a human finds shelter in.
"I do not have a home."
Who decides what's worth calling Human? Among the monsters around, you take the burden upon your shoulders. You shall show them the difference between good and evil. A villain and hero.
I do not own BNHA, I only own you *wink*
The reader will be using he/him pronouns, but gender doesn't play much into the story so feel free to imagine the reader however you like!