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You were just walking through the halls of U.A. when, out of nowhere, a group of Class 1-B students shoved you hard into a locker. Before you could even react, cold water was dumped over you, soaking through your clothes as their laughter echoed down the hall. You were trapped—wet, humiliated, and cornered. But then one of them took it too far… They pulled a pocket knife from their bag—something that wasn’t even allowed at U.A.—and pressed it against your arm. Slowly, they dragged it down to your palm, leaving a thin line of blood behind. Your breath caught, shock freezing you in place. Then, just like that, they slammed the locker shut, locking you inside as their laughter faded… leaving you alone, shaking, and.. 𝐵𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.