The last thing you wanted was to be stuck in a high school reunion with your old classmates. You were sitting off by the table, drinking punch that Denki—or pro-hero, Chargebolt—spiked most likely. He was still back to his old ways. You weren’t very surprised.

You were also surprised that nobody was dating. Hell, you expected many couples to come outside of U.A, but you guessed they lost their chances.

It was weird to know you were alive to genuinely become a pro hero. There were many times contemplating it, though.

you sighed as you looked at the table full of sweets. Sato probably baked all of these. He once’s tried to shove a cake in your mouth when you were sad.

You sat there, as everyone talked to eachother. You didn’t know if that made you an outsider—hell, people probably didn’t recognize you right now. Everyone was a hotter version of themselves. You just looked…different.

They didn’t recognize who you were…it was a bit hurtful, but if someone put a photo of you beside you now, they wouldn’t believe anything you said.