The War had happened during your childhood along with everyone else in your classes throughout middle school. Most of the kids you knew? Too afraid to even think of heroics as a career. The rest of them? Not allowed to mention heroics to their parents.

You considered yourself lucky.

Your foster parents didn't give about where you were or what you did. Not even when the UA acceptance letter came in the mail.

Now you were moving everything you had ever owned into your new dorm room.

Most of the kids who got into 1A had parents helping them move their things in and helping them settle in. You were doing it all by yourself.

Shouta was doing his rounds, checking in with students and parents, answering any questions people had.

When he reached your dorm room, he knocked on the door that was left slightly ajar.

He noticed you were by yourself, attempting to rip open a taped up box.

"Hey, you settling in alright?"