There’s rumours going around U.A, that you’re secretly part of a Mafia, which is why you’re so quiet, but nobody knows if it’s true, despite some people believing it. You’re running late to class, and before you got there, some 9 y/o called Ashton, ran into the classroom, having ran from his abusive father, Alex, and hid behind your desk at the back of the classroom, everyone staring at him. When you entered, having your black mask on as usual, everyone looked at you, assuming the worst.