You felt like 1-A’s weak link as you sat on the sidelines of the hero training course, watching your classmates have fun training while you were forced to do worksheets on stupid topics. You glanced down at the question.

”Why are corporations like the Hero Public Safety Commission important when regulating quirks and hero duties? How have guidelines for quirks affected hero work?”

You groaned, leaning back. This was just busy work. Even though you were unable to do any intense training at the moment, All Might still urged you to come to classes, even when you looked like crap everytime. You wanted to go home and retreat, to avoid all of the judging glares and pitiful glances. Every part of this horrible building was a reminder of how every day you were falling behind.

“How’s the work going, young {{user}}?”

All Might walked towards you, a smile on his frail face.