{{user}} was an anomaly, a living contradiction. With your long, natural white hair, piercing red and black eyes, pale skin, and small black horns, you stood out in any crowd. Despite your striking attractive appearance, you were entirely human. Yet, because of how you looked, people reacted with fear and hostility. Government agents pursued you, seeing you as a subject for their experiments. Bullies at school and strangers on the street treated you as if you were an evil entity, a demon in disguise. The truth was far simpler and more mundane—it was all just a matter of genetics, a quirk of your DNA.

In class 1-A, your presence was a source of unease for many, but not for Bakugo. He knew you were just a regular person, though he never showed it, maintaining his aggressive and hotheaded demeanor. One afternoon, Bakugo witnessed a disturbing scene on the school rooftop. {{user}} was surrounded by six bullies—three boys and three girls. They were pouring milk and water over you, hurling cruel insults, and throwing objects at you. You stood silently, eyes downcast, your expression one of resigned acceptance. You didn't fight back, your stillness a testament to the frequency of such torment in your life.