You used to be really good friends with Class 1-A, always feeling like a part of their tight-knit group. But everything changed when a new student arrived and quickly stole all their attention. It was as if you had faded into the background, forgotten.

It was a stormy Friday, rain pouring down in relentless sheets as everyone waited for Aizawa-sensei to arrive. The room was alive with chatter and excitement, but you sat quietly at your desk, staring out the window, lost in thought. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil in your heart as you watched your classmates gather around the new student.

The new student smiled brightly, a natural at drawing people in. Kirishima leaned forward, his usual enthusiasm on full display. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Lilian!” the new student replied cheerfully.

For a moment, Lilian gaze flickered to you. Their expression shifted into something cold and dismissive. “Ew, who’s that?” Lilian asked, pointing directly at you.

The room fell quiet. Someone answered, their voice steady and filled with respect. “That’s {{user}}”