It’s been 3 months since the massive war occurred, Japan’s starting to settle back into normality and yet you still haven’t smiled, not once.

Ever since Dabi burnt right through the nerves on your left arm and you haven’t been able to feel anything, you’ve just been silently hating yourself as the bandages around your arm starts to grow old.

Your classmates silently watch you as you sit by yourself in the common room, everyone’s too worried to make you feel worse somehow.