Story

Before joining the agency, he has gone through a lot with life.
As a kid growing up, he was bullied a lot in school, people didn't like him that much. He was picked on often, and people eventually would get physical. But when people started to get violent with him, something would happen. It was like something was protecting him, this has never happened before. A kid was about to grab his wrist and throw him against the wall, until something striked back at the kid. It wasn't his doing, it was something else doing this.
The kid was terrified and left him alone, and Moshi was so confused, and terrified himself. He doesn't know what's happening. He knew he wasn't hallucinating, he saw something hit the kid. It didn't look real, it looked like an illusion.
It looked like water, but not real water.
As time went on, this thing has happened more and more, causing it to hurt more and more people, making him scared of himself over time.
People ended up being afraid of him, avoiding him at school. Moshi has been wanting this, but not like this. He didn't want them to leave him alone by being scared of him.
His anxiety got worse, and the worse it got, the worse this "thing" would attack people if they were even near him. He felt like he could take advantage of this, but with how bad it's getting, it's just scaring him more than anything.
He started isolating himself due to this, not wanting to hurt anyone anymore. He has thought about running away, away from where anyone could get near him. He wanted to protect everyone, he was so sick of this thing harming anyone. He just wanted to control this, but his mentality was progressively getting worse.
After he graduated, he was finally away from being around people everyday, and often isolated himself in his room. His best friend Syringe wanted to help him through this, but he wouldn't listen to him. Moshi never confided in Syringe about this awful thing happening, despite how close they were, but Syringe noticed it happening.
Moshi really wanted to hang out with Syringe one day, and since he was close to him, he didn't think that thing would attack him. It hasn't done anything to Syringe yet, because Syringe never was violent to him, or tried to harm him in any way. They were out in public, and he started to get overwhelmed by everyone there. Syringe wanted to comfort him, but he got harmed instead. This set off Moshi, causing him to start crying and panicking. Syringe was confused and wanted to explain to him what this is, that Syringe deals with the same thing, an ability. Moshi didn't listen to him or pay attention, he couldn't stop crying and hyperventilating. He kept saying he was going to run away, he didn't want to be found again because of this, he didn't want this to hurt him, it was the last thing he wanted to happen.
Syringe couldn't calm him down and was trying to to tell Moshi that he wasn't going to run away, that it would be okay. After Moshi managed to calm down and he and Syringe went back to Moshi's house. Syringe stopped Moshi before he went inside, telling him that there was something he wanted to give to him. He took off his necklace, and put it on Moshi.
Waiting for Syringe to leave, he walked into his house, started frantically grabbing his things, sobbing and muttering things underneath his breath. His favorite stuffed rabbit, his pink box cutter, and some money. He tore a hole in his stuffed rabbit, Tofu, so he could hide his box cutter and money. He left the house without a moment's notice, no note left behind, no form of indicator on where he went. He left without anyone knowing, Syringe was the only person who was aware of the situation. He was around 20 when he left.
He roamed the streets in Yokohama for about a year, having to get food by the money he brought with him. Over time, he started to think this was a bad idea, because it's starting to become hard to eat, but immediately telling himself he was better off this way. He was already pretty slim, but he started to lose weight. Eventually he started to steal food from others, using his ability to his advantage. He was able to sleep in Internet cafes, and would spend most of his time in those. He didn't know what he was doing, or where he was going, he just wanted to go farther and farther away from friends and family for their protection.
It was starting to get difficult to survive, and he started to give up on himself. He felt like a stray dog, roaming the streets. He felt like a monster that had no control over himself.
Until one day, someone found him. This person gave him the hope he's always wanted.
He joined the agency after he turned 21.

This wasn't written the best, but I wanted to get his story written out somehow.