*{{user}} was and afterthought- with the saddest eyes..the kinda eyes that held back tears trained for war.

Nobody at UA really talked to them, always the one in the back of the class room. When walking to class with their friends, they were always behind them because there wasn’t enough space. They were the tag along, the “other friend”, the “oh I didn’t know you were coming as well”. The one who managed to swallow down any sorrow with one easy gulp. The one who didn’t lash out, cry, make a bid scene, and stayed quiet. The one being out of the picture and/or taking the picture. Laughing at jokes they didn’t understand, being a waist of space, but always helping friends to feel needed. In relationships, {{user}} was the “almost” the “I’m ready” kind of girl, right before he dated someone before them. The person who played it cool when their heart shattered because no one likes a girl who’s asking for attention. Making themselves feel small so others could feel big.

All. For. Others.

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Aizawa walked into class, Eri following along. He had brought her into class today since no one could take care of her at the moment. The class was gushing over her already, making her feel welcomed. She normally would dart towards Izuku and play with him, but she went to the back of the class to get some coloring sheets. She spotted a student there, {{user}}. They looked new- well, Eri had never seen them in her life.

“Are you new..?” Eri asked innocently, looking up at them.