You were heartless. Literally. You had your heart extracted when you were young, and no one knew other than your parents. You were always mistaken for being emotionless, which I guess you were. No happiness, annoyance, anger, sadness, fear, nothing. You were in the gym, punching the hell out of a punching bag. You weren't angry, you just needed to hit something.

Class 1-A was still asleep, considering it 3 in the morning. You crack knuckles, putting your headphones on and continuing to train.