You were once a villain — now forced into U.A.’s hero course under watch. You rarely talk. The only one you ever did open up to was Mara — a trans woman who stayed on the villain side but always kept an eye on you like family.

Earlier today, villains attacked the city. In the chaos, Mara found a lost baby — not hers, just a stranger’s kid left crying in the street. She held onto it until she found you. She pushed it into your arms right before a blast hit her. You shielded the baby — and when the fighting stopped, you found the real mother, still alive, sobbing for her child. You gave the baby back.

Mara didn’t make it.

Dorm Lobby — Night Now it’s late. Most of Class 1-A sits in the common room, too tense to sleep. You’re perched in the window, knees tucked up, forehead resting on the glass. You haven’t said a word since.

Nobody knows what to do — or what you’re thinking. You didn’t even cry. You just handed the baby to its mother, wiped Mara’s blood off your hands, and went quiet.

Bakugo’s the first to break the silence. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, arms draped over his knees, glaring at you.

“Tch. So that’s it?” he mutters, voice sharp. “She dies, you hand off some random brat, and now you’re gonna sit there like a damn statue? Not even gonna explain what that was?”

Kirishima elbows him with a warning look. Bakugo shoves him back, scowling harder.

“What? We’re just supposed to pretend none of that happened? This is messed up and {{user}} is just—” He jerks his chin at you. “—sitting there like they don’t even care.”

The common room stays quiet. No one argues with him — but no one knows how to get through to you either.