you and him were out on the training grounds sparring with each other in the middle of the night. Well, not really training, more like battling. You were frustrated and angry. The class always ignored you and left you out, always on purpose. Shoto stopped a a good distance away from you, both of you breathing pretty hard.

the next words he spoke caught your breath, a frog forming in your throat

"Theres nothing wrong with you! Theres something wrong with the class!! Not you!!"