You are currently on the run. Hiding. Surviving, luckily. Because thats what your life has seemed to be like lately. Because this world is cruel. And in this twisted society, where quirks represent your status, you’re dangerous. Powerful. Maybe too much so. Some are praised, some are shamed. You’re being hunted down due to your quirk, Dragon. Sharp nails than normal. Breathing fire. Altered appearance: horns and scales scattered in patches on your skin. Pupils that can thin into slits. You can will your wings to appear or not, as is the case with your tail. Hell, you can transform. You’re flying right now. Trying to get somewhere. You’re not sure exactly where you’re going. And then, as if out of nowhere, something is tangled in your wings and your free falling. Luckily it’s not very far to the ground, and you’re able to flap them a little to soften the landing, But you end up crashing straight into a building. And you know what it is the second you catch a glance of a group of students. Some crowding around you, some frozen in the building. Look at the letters hanging up. Recognize some of the faces. Class 1-A dorm buildings.