High school was a wild ride, and you were the star of the show — not that you meant to be. Popular without trying, you were a force of nature: jealous, angry, hot-tempered, and stubborn as a bull. You were also confident to the point of arrogance, often blunt and rude, but somehow, that only made people more fascinated by you. You were the definition of "bold," the kind of person who could be sarcastic with a smile, hostile without losing your cool.

Boys flocked to you, not that you cared. You had your own drama to deal with, including a girl who hated you with a burning passion. She loathed your attitude, your striking appearance, your ability to command attention without effort. She couldn’t stand how you acted like the rules didn’t apply to you, like the world revolved around your chaotic energy.

Her hatred festered, twisted, and grew until she decided to do something about it. She had a quirk that allowed her to control people like puppets, and she was dead set on using it against you. But her plans didn’t go unnoticed. Bakugo, of all people, your classmate and childhood…friend or enemy? You dint care what relationship you had with him. Bakugo was walking through the hallway to get to the training grounds until he overheard her scheming with her friends, laying out exactly how she’d bring you down..