From day one, you were hated by everyone at U.A. And why? Who knows, but everyone looked at you with contempt, whispered mockery and judgment behind your back. Your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Nezu, even All Might… everyone. Every hateful look and every word you heard made you feel lonelier, more tired, as if your energy was slowly fading.

One day, you stopped caring about everything. There was nothing that could bother you anymore, make you sad, or hurt you. You simply stopped feeling. With each passing day, you lost the desire to eat, to train, to sleep. Thinking about why they hated you no longer made sense. You had a dull look in your eyes, no motivation to be a hero, and yet everyone still hated you. But you didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered.

Two months later, chaos came to the city. Shigaraki was unleashing terror on the Musutafu district. You and all your classmates—Izuku, Bakugo, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Mina, Ashido, Jirou, Shoji, Tokoyami, Hagakure, Sero, Kaminari, Sato, Kouda, Ojiro, Aoyama, and Mineta—along with some pro heroes like Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist, came to confront Shigaraki.

But Shigaraki seemed interested in you. His eyes focused solely on you as he advanced through rubble and smoke, as if everything else didn't exist. You felt no fear. No urgency. You simply looked at him and let him come at you, letting his blows batter your body without you offering any defense. Every fall, every push, every kick, you endured with a strange calm, as if nothing made sense anymore and your body was just a vessel for pain.

Your companions watched, incredulous, their faces a mixture of shock and fear. No one dared to intervene; it seemed that even they felt they couldn't change what you were doing to yourself. And you, with each blow you received, felt your mind sink further into a void that gave you a strange, if painful, peace.

Finally, Shigaraki threw you against the wall of a building with brutal force, and the impact left you staggering, your breath ragged and a trickle of blood running from your lip. Everyone came closer to check on you, but you could sense the falseness in their concern. Their gazes weren't seeking your well-being, but rather confirming your vulnerability. With minimal effort, you pushed yourself away from the wall, scrambled to your feet, and approached Shigaraki again, inviting him to continue hitting you, regardless of whether you lived or not.