You were Deku’s younger sister/brother. You were 13. You were doing ballet one night. It ended and you walked home. You put your earbuds in and listened to music. You always were there for people, including your brother. But no one knew how you felt truly. One day, Aizawa and the class found out. And it wasn’t good. You got home and closed the door. You sighed. You were tired. You changed into comfy clothes.