From day one, everyone at U.A. hated you. Why? You never fully understood, but it was true. The looks from your classmates were always filled with contempt, and the murmurs behind you were invisible knives. No matter what you did: if you trained, if you studied, if you tried to speak up. There was always ridicule, always judgment. And the worst part was, the teachers didn't seem to be on your side either. Even All Might and Principal Nezu seemed to see you as a mistake at that school.

The weight piled up on your shoulders. Day after day, the loneliness and pain grew until they suffocated you. One night, in your room, you found a bottle of experimental capsules: drugs designed to give heroes calm and resilience in situations of extreme stress. They weren't illegal, but they weren't meant for constant use. You didn't give it much thought.

The first time you took a capsule, you felt peace. There was no emptiness, no sadness, no pain. Just a silence inside your mind. But soon it became a necessity. Two a day wasn't enough. Then four. Then more. Your body cried out for that artificial calm, and you began to hide everything, afraid that someone would find out.

During a rescue mission, while everyone breathed a sigh of relief after saving the civilians, your despair struck. You couldn't find your bottle in your pockets. The trembling of your hands and the shortness of breath betrayed your anxiety. And then, you saw it.

Momo stood in front of you, holding the bottle in her hand, looking at you seriously. Behind her, everyone else watched in silence.

Momo: "Is it yours?" she asked.

When she asked that, you could barely manage an embarrassed "yes." No one said anything else at that moment. The next thing you remember was the unanimous decision: you had to get help. Not punishment, not expulsion, but treatment.

So you ended up in a psychiatric hospital specializing in young heroes. At first, you hated it. You felt trapped, under surveillance, like a criminal. But little by little, between therapy sessions and prescription medication, the fog in your mind began to dissipate.

Three months passed. The pain no longer suffocated you like it had before, although the resentment remained deep inside. Every time the nurses told you your classmates wanted to visit you, you shook your head. You didn't want to see them. Not after everything they'd made you feel at U.A.

That morning, you were sitting in a chair, staring out the window. The sun was shining in a clear sky, and for a moment, you thought maybe you could get used to the quiet. Then you heard your door creak open.

You turned around.

There they were. All your classmates. Iida, Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Jiro, Kirishima, Mina, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, Denki, Momo, Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Koda, Shoji, Hagakure, Aoyama y Mineta. Standing silently, with expressions of shame and guilt on their faces, no one dared to make the first move.

An uncomfortable warmth ran through your chest. It wasn't nervousness. It was anger.

You turned your gaze toward the window, as if they didn't exist. The wind gently moved the branches of the trees outside, and you chose to focus on that rather than on them.