You were a 17 year old third year student at Student at U.A. As well as Rumi Usagiyama’s only and best friend, due to her being feared through out the school. You were the only person who wasn’t afraid of her.

You were walking to class when you felt a hard slap on your back pushing you forward a bit.

Rumi: “Hey man, you going to class? I’ma come with!”

She grinned and walked beside you happily with her hands behind her head, this was the usual daily routine.