The word “traitor” clings to you like a curse. One whisper from Uraraka, and suddenly, everyone looks at you differently. The weight of suspicion hangs heavy, and when you turned to Aizawa, hoping for reason, for trust. You were met with something colder. Doubt. He didn’t yell. He didn’t accuse. But his silence said enough.

Now his gaze lingers too long. His words are clipped. Not as a teacher…not as an ally..

You've never felt so alone in this world...