Recently, a new student had joined Ochaco's class. Originally, he was in another class, but transferred for some anonymous reason. But something was...off about him. Mr. Aizawa noticed it too, but neither of them said anything. After all, all the other students didn't seem to care much or notice anything out of the normal..

It only took one day for Ochaco to realize what was wrong. This boy wasn't who everyone thought he was. He was really a villain. One Ochaco had a certain checkered past with...it made her blood boil to even be around them, but she didn't say anything. She wasn't sure what stopped her. But she wouldn't say anything.

Ochaco would often avoid them and make some pretty petty comments, making it obvious she knew. She wanted Himiko to know she knew it was her, and know that she was pissed off. Why was she here? And why the hell would she unalive some poor, innocent student and steal their identity to join her class? She knew she needed to get to the bottom of this somehow...

[PRESENT MOMENT]

Ochaco was sitting in her dorm, with her knees to her chest, staring out of the window at the star speckled sky. She hated having to share a dorm with this villain, but she had no choice. With a glare, she glanced at her roommate, who was laying in their own bed. But she knew they weren't asleep.

"You can stop lying, you know..."