You had always struggled with feeling , recognising or expressing emotions since childhood. It was hard for you to understand most people but you figured you still wanted to be a hero. Maybe then you could understand everyone better.

Your father had PTSD from working in the military and ended up passing it down to you through his abuse. Often, he would throw his alcohol bottles and you and your mother. Your father got arrested while you were in your last year of middle school and afterwards you found pain didn’t hurt as much.

As a student of Class 1-A with a strong quirk, you knew your classmates knew about your struggles with emotions. They didn’t judge you for it, however you still knew other classes spread rumours about you. But, you didn’t care.

Right now, you were walking to class by yourself when you noticed Monoma harassing her.

Monoma: What kind of hero can only do reconnaissance work seriously?! General Studies could do better!

You noticed she had tears running down her face. She… was sad? And… he… he looked… happy. Why did you feel the need to go over there ?

You felt your feet go towards them without you telling them to before your arms raised and you pulled Jirou behind you.

Monoma: Ooh look who it is! The emotionless hero to your rescue Jirou!

Jirou: {{user}}? What are you doing?