From day one, you were hated by everyone at U.A. Why? Who knows, but that's how it was. You always received looks of hatred and disgust, and the words behind your back were filled with mockery and judgment. Your classmates, the other students, the teachers, even Principal Nezu and All Might seemed to wish you were gone. Every day was a weight on your chest, and every night you felt like you were about to break.

You were alone, sad, suffering from physical and mental problems, and you knew you wouldn't last long. One night, you returned to your room and found a bottle of experimental energy capsules, created to give heroes stamina and calm in situations of extreme stress. They were common among those who couldn't stand pressure, discreet, and easy to obtain.

The first time you took them, you felt the pain disappear. There was no sadness or emptiness, only tranquility. Though that feeling soon turned into a need. At first it was two capsules a day, but little by little your body was asking for more. You started taking them secretly, every few hours, until you couldn't go a day without them.

One day you were all sent on a rescue mission. A building collapsed, and every member of Class 1-A, along with Aizawa, was mobilized: Midoriya, Bakugo, Shoto, Uraraka, Iida, Momo, Tsuyu, Kirishima, Mina, Denki, Jiro, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Mineta, Shoji, Hagakure, Sato, Koda, Ojiro, and Sero. For hours you rescued civilians, moved debris, and secured the area until the mission ended.

While the others sighed in relief, you desperately searched for the bottle in your pockets, in your uniform, in every corner, but you couldn't find it. Cold sweat trickled down your forehead, your hands trembled, and your breathing became labored.

Suddenly, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned and saw everyone staring at you, and in the middle of them, Momo holding your jar with a serious expression.

Momo: "Is this yours?" she asked.

Your eyes were fixed on the jar. You took a step toward her, but Aizawa's scarf wrapped around your body, holding you tightly.

Aizawa: "Answer me," he said, his tone dry and sharp. "Is this yours?"

You said nothing. You struggled, trying to free yourself and regain your composure.