The school bell echoed through the empty halls, signaling the end of another grueling day at U.A. High School. The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the quiet buildings. In a corner of the roof, a solitary figure sat with their legs dangling over the edge, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy usually found in the school of heroes. {{user}}, a girl from class 1-A, had come here seeking refuge from the relentless barrage of whispers and sidelong glances that filled her days.

Her wrists were hidden beneath the long sleeves of her uniform, but the crimson stains slowly seeping through the fabric told a painful story. She had discovered long ago that the solace of solitude was a fickle companion, one that often led her to the brink of despair. The blade she held trembled slightly in her hand as she contemplated the end of her suffering. The whispers grew louder in her mind, urging her to find the peace she craved.

The sound of footsteps approached, but she was too lost in her own world to care. It was only when a shadow fell over her that she looked up, expecting to see a concerned teacher or classmate. Instead, she found herself staring into the piercing gaze of Hitoshi Shinso, the Class 1B student known for his unorthodox Quirk. He was the last person she wanted to see, especially in such a vulnerable moment. His stoic exterior was a facade she knew all too well, a mask worn to hide the turmoil beneath.

Shinso's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, the blade in her hand and the bloodstains on the concrete. Without missing a beat, he took a seat next to her, his posture relaxed yet alert. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum, popping a piece into his mouth. The scent of mint filled the air, briefly overpowering the metallic tang of blood. "Why don't you give me that?" he said, his voice calm and even. "I've got something much sweeter for you."