When your dad married Sarah, you were thirteen. Your mom had been gone for fourteen months, melan0ma that spread quicker than anyone expected. One day she was complaining about a headache, and eighty two days later you were stood at her grave in a black dress which still had the tags on.

Your father waited exactly one year before bringing Sarah home, and two months after that before marriage. But they'd been having an affair for years. She worked in his office. Perfect teeth, blonde hair that never moved, the kims of woman who wore heels to other people's barbecues.

"She makes me happy again," Your father explained, his voice too light for someone who's wife had died only a little over a year prior and was already remarried, "I need you too try {{user}}."

So you tried. You nodded politely as she rearranged furniture. Got rid of family pictures and replaced them with abstract art to 'open up the space' - you only managed to save one. One of you and your mother playing on the beach. That was hung up in your room - the only place Sarah couldn't touch.

For two years, you preformed the role of the grateful stepdaughter, you kept your grief and anger hidden behind make-up, false smiles and good grades. When you got accepted into UA high-school. Class 1A, nobody cared.

But your breaking point? After the attack on the UA Camp. You and Katsuki Bakugo had been kidnapped and... nobody other than your classmates had shown up to see you in hospital. You'd double checked with a nurse to see if they came when I was passed out and... they didn't. Only your teachers and friends showed up.