You were a student at U.A., just another one with dreams of being a hero, but hated. Why? No one knew. Not even you. You just felt it on your skin every day. The looks filled with disgust, the whispers behind your back, the jokes disguised as comments, even from the teachers… even from All Might. You smiled. You pretended it didn't hurt. But when you got to your room, you cried. Every night. Until sleep drowned you out. Until, one day, it didn't happen anymore.

It was an urgent mission. Muscular had escaped and was wreaking havoc in a nearby city. Your class was sent to contain him. When he appeared, everyone froze. Not you. You ran toward him. No one followed you. The hatred they felt stopped them more than fear. You fought alone. Your attacks weren't enough. And then he did it. Muscular smirked and threw a punch that shattered the air... and your body. It brutally pierced your stomach, lifting you from the ground. Your eyes went blank before you hit the floor.

Your teammates screamed. But it was too late.

Muscular was defeated, yes, but not by them. It was by rage, by guilt, by the despair of losing you. Your body returned wrapped in a sheet. The entire U.A. fell silent. No one knew what to say. All Might didn't look up. Aizawa didn't speak. At your funeral, there were no speeches, just red eyes and voices caught in their throats.

Weeks passed. One day, everyone was in the living room with Midoriya. He found your diary, which contained everything you'd been through since the first day you entered and how they hated you. He hesitated, but opened it and began to read it.