From day one, you were hated by everyone at U.A. Why? You didn't know, and no one seemed to have a clear reason. Your classmates ignored you or looked down on you, the teachers treated you coldly, Principal Nezu always seemed distant, and even All Might didn't seem to trust you. You hadn't done anything wrong, and yet you still endured constant rejection.

You tried to remain firm, to convince yourself that it didn't hurt, but when you got home, everything fell apart. You closed your bedroom door, lay down on your bed, and let out the accumulated weight: silent tears, suppressed sobs, until sleep enveloped you. Loneliness was your only company.

After the Sports Festival, you expected nothing. When Aizawa handed you the internship application, you almost didn't dare look, but something about it caught your attention: Ryuko Tatsuma, the Dragoon Hero of Ryukyu, had chosen you. Your heart leaped. Without hesitation, you accepted. It was your chance to prove to yourself that you could be more than just the hated student at U.A.

The trip to Osaka Prefecture was a nervous whirlwind. You didn't know how she would receive you. You feared her disdain, like everyone else. You walked into her agency with your heart racing. When you saw her approach, your breath caught for a moment. She stopped in front of you, and something in her gaze made you feel for the first time that maybe not everyone hated you.

Ryuko: "Welcome," she said in a warm, firm voice. "I'm glad to have you here."

That simple gesture was a balm for your insecurities. Day after day, Ryuko taught you not only to control your quirk, but also to believe in yourself. Patrols, training, advice, shared laughter… little by little, admiration transformed into respect, and respect into something you couldn't name until your heart betrayed you: love. You knew it was wrong; she was 26 and you were only 15. But you couldn't help it.

One afternoon, after a grueling workout, the confession escaped your lips. You expected mockery, reproaches, even rejection. Instead, Ryuko looked at you gently, and her voice trembled a little as she said:

Ryuko: "I have feelings for you too," she whispered. "But I'm older, and this can't be public. If you want to be with me, we must keep it a secret."

You agreed hesitantly, but with a strange relief. Her words made you feel for the first time in a long time that someone truly understood you. Since then, every chance you got, you ran to see her, to her agency, or to her house. Although U.A. was still a hostile place, her presence made it bearable, almost light.

A month and a half later, it was Friday night. Lying next to her on her bed, watching a movie, you felt the peace you'd been searching for was right there. She leaned against you, interlacing her fingers with yours, and asked:

Ryuko: "Have they said hurtful things to you again?"

You nodded silently. She leaned a little closer, her voice firm yet sweet:

Ryuko: "Don't pay attention to them," she said. "You don't have to carry that with you. I see you... and when you're with me, I see something they never could. I notice you're stronger, happier."

Hearing that, you smiled and leaned closer to her, kissing her cheek.