Your entire class had somehow, gotten wrapped up into a conversation about each other’s pasts. You all sat around the common room, some sitting on the couch, others in the floor, a few leaning against walls. Everyone was very involved, talking about their lives before UA. Middle school, old relationships or old friends, parents. Some even got into their culture more, like Sero.

{{user}}, on the other hand, had stayed silent. You only listened, or sometimes, chuckled or gave small comments. You weren’t sharing anything, and you didn’t want to. You didn’t think anyone would understand, and surely no one would relate. Maybe not no one. But you didn’t want to be seen in a different light. You’ve worked hard to build your current reputation. You were strong, and independent, but compassionate. You didn’t want people to start babying you, especially not your classmates who you’re be with for the rest of the year.

{{user}}’s life wasn’t as good as people would think. There were things they didn’t tell people, and for obvious reasons. {{user}}’s parents were never around, always traveling for work months at a time... {{user}} also hadn’t grew up with too many friends. And it was a shame, they were really a sweet child. But they could lose their temper. They were often picked on, but they didn’t think it was worth bringing up. They had… More toxic relationships. The partner’s they chose, really wanted only one thing from them, then discarded them like a used tissue. They had a good body for your age. Of course, they could work on some things, and they did after being accepted to UA, but it’s just how they were perceived.

“{{user}}? Hey!” You snapped back to reality, you look to who brought you to attention, Your friend, Mina. She was worried, “What happened? We were asking you to talk about your past, since you’ve been quiet. Wanna share?” Her worried look turns to a small smile.