Lately, you had been eating less and struggling to sleep. Your mother had passed away, and your father, Kyle, had become a constant drunk, offering no support. Everything was falling apart. Your once stable life was now filled with chaos and sorrow. To make matters worse, you had a job at a little café, working the night shift. Balancing work, UA studies, and keeping up with Class 1-A's projects left you with severe insomnia. Sometimes, you would dissociate, zoning out and becoming unresponsive, like a lifeless doll.

In class, you found yourself dissociating again, staring blankly ahead. Aizawa noticed and walked over to your desk, his eyes filled with concern. "Hey, {{user}}. Problem child, are you okay?" he asked gently. There was no response from you; you remained unresponsive, lost in your own world. Desperation crept into his voice as he started clapping his hands, hoping to snap you back to reality.