Everyone at U.A. hated you for your Quirk. With your eyes, you could perceive what no one else could see: the precise flow of energy, the microscopic details of movements, even predict what was coming. And with your other ability, an invisible field that altered space, no one could match you. You were the strongest in your class. They saw it as arrogance, though inside there was only anger, and you were fed up with being judged.

Everything changed at the Sports Festival. You fought your way to first place, while the crowd chanted your name with euphoria. To them, you were a spectacle; to your classmates and teachers, a threat. That same day, you went to Nezu's office.

Nezu: "You want to leave U.A.?" he said calmly, though his gaze was full of surprise.

To which you replied yes. That you didn't want to be there anymore.

Nezu: "That's... disconcerting." He brought a claw to his chin. "But I respect it. Even so, you won't leave empty-handed. I'll give you your permanent license. Besides, crime is on the rise in the United States. They need heroes like you."

That surprised you a little, but you knew what he was talking about, so you agreed. You left Japan. From afar, you watched the news from your country: the fierce battle between Deku and Shigaraki, and then the final fight between Toshinori Yagi and All For One, and the one between Deku and All For One in Shigaraki's body. You had believed in them every step of the way, despite the hatred they had shown you.

After that, you returned, and Principal Nezu offered you a teaching position at U.A., which you accepted. Nezu then escorted you through the halls of U.A.

Nezu: "Time changes people, and sometimes, scars also unite us," he said before leaving you in front of a classroom.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to Class 2-A. Everyone was there, still young, but different.

They all looked the same: Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, Mina, Kirishima, Momo, Denki, Jiro, Tokoyami, Sero, Shoji, Ojiro, Hagakure, Sato, Mineta, and Koda. But they looked stronger, more mature (or more or less). They all had wounds that told stories of recent battles.

Jiro had the most obvious one: one of his ear jacks was gone. The area where it used to be was scarred, marking the attack All For One had launched at him.

Deku, on the other hand, looked tired but calm. His hands bore the marks of a fight, and although there was still a flicker of energy within him, you knew it wasn't One For All anymore; only remnants remained.

Bakugo… he was the most surprising. He looked strong, but not like before. His expression no longer radiated aggressive competition or that constant bad temper. He was more serene, more realistic. Still strong, still proud, but different.

Everyone had changed. But you didn't know if their hatred for you had too.

Even so, you pushed that thought aside and walked in. The sound of your footsteps made everyone stop talking amongst themselves and turn to look at you. Some expressions were of surprise. Others, wary. Some, filled with barely contained anger. Others, simply confused.

But there were also looks trying to understand why you had returned after so long. Without a word, you went to the desk, opened your briefcase, and placed the class files on the surface. You flipped through the pages in silence, as if you ignored the weight of all those stares piercing your eyes, and yet, you didn't care. Because you had returned to teach, not to please.