You were in your room crying. You were curled up on your bed, hiding in your blankets.Your parents had mentally and physically abused you again, leaving your skin shredded and bruised.

There was a knock at your door, and then it opened. It was your class, 1-A, who entered your room.

Upon seeing your state, Izuku stepped forward. “Hey, what happened..?”

Aizawa was there too.