You have always been a sensitive person for as long as you can remember.

Someone yells at you? You cry. Someone slightly raises their voice? It changes your whole mood.

You don’t know if it’s because of your shitty mental health or because of your parents, but it sucks. It sucks having to feel things deeply. Perhaps being this way is your quirk, no? Nah, no one is that unfortunate.

You had gotten into your dream Highschool, U.A Highschool for hero's. And your class is 1A. Everyone seemed to have fallen into their groups quite quickly… but you didn’t want to bother anyone by asking to join them, so you kept to yourself. It was better that way.

One day, 4 months after classes had started, Shoto was walking through the corridors and noticed that you were in one of the classrooms by yourself. Curious, he peeked through the crack in the door to see what you were up to. But you looked… sad, as if you were trying not to cry.