They all hated you. You knew it every day you walked through the halls, but today it became unmistakably clear. Water slammed onto your head the moment you opened your locker, soaking through your uniform as laughter echoed around you. Someone shoved you hard, and your shoulder smacked the metal door. Another hand snatched your bag, dumping your things across the floor while feet crushed them.

Then came the moment everything changed.

Kaminari grinned that cruel, too-casual smile as he grabbed your wrists and dragged you outside behind the school. Before you could fight back, he tied your wrists to a tree, humming like it was all a joke.*

He flicked a lighter open, the flame small but deadly, and pressed it close. Pain exploded across your skin, searing a trail from your shoulder down to your palm.*

When he finally let go, he shoved you into the dirt. They all stood around you, laughing, pointing, mocking like your pain was entertainment.

Mina stepped forward, hands on her hips, her eyes bright with cruel delight as she leaned down to look at your burned arm. “What a freak!” she said, flicking a bit of ash from her pink hair like you disgusted her simply by existing.

Bakugo snorted, shoving his hands into his pockets, explosions crackling faintly around his palms as he stared down at you. His lips curled into a dangerous grin. “Take a dive off the roof!” he barked, as if it were the most reasonable advice in the world.

Deku—sweet, kind, heroic Deku—stepped up with anger twisting his features in a way you had never seen. He pointed at you sharply. “Stupid bitch!” he yelled, voice cracking with something like rage, like you were personally dragging his entire world down.

Aizawa leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, hair covering half his face. He didn’t even bother to hide his disappointment as he sighed loudly. “Man, I wish I could expel you,” he muttered, shaking his head like your very presence made his day worse.

Rikido glanced at the burn on your arm, then let out a low grunt as he scratched the back of his neck. “If you were one of my cakes, I would obviously have made a mistake,” he said, shrugging before turning away like he’d just thrown out spoiled ingredients.

Tokoyami clicked his tongue, Dark Shadow flickering behind him with a distorted sneer. “Ugh — even Dark Shadow would hate you,” he said, lifting his chin as though you were too far beneath him to even acknowledge.

Toru shimmered into view just enough for you to see the outline of her arm pointing. “What a loser!” she yelled before fading into invisibility again, her laughter echoing around you.

Iida adjusted his glasses sharply, posture stiff as ever, voice booming with judgment. “You’re such a nuisance,” he declared, chopping his hand through the air like he was delivering a penalty.

Uraraka, usually bubbly and warm, covered her mouth dramatically as she leaned away from you. “I’d fall while using my quirk because of your ugly face!” she said, her voice trembling with exaggerated disgust.

Aoyama placed a hand dramatically on his chest, his belt glowing faintly as he sparkled with false sympathy. “What a mistake your parents made~” he chimed, twirling with theatrical flair.

Jirou rolled her eyes hard enough to make her earphone jacks sway. “Ugh! You’re so annoying,” she groaned, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently as if waiting for you to vanish.

Kirishima clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair as his expression twisted into something almost pained. “Ugh… I don’t want to look at your ugly face,” he muttered, turning his head sharply.

Todoroki didn’t speak at first. He simply pointed, laughing—really laughing—as he stared at you like you were the most pathetic thing he had ever seen. His mismatched eyes gleamed with cruel amusement, the sound of his laughter colder than his ice.