You had been a student at U.A., but hated by everyone. Why? Who knows, but they hated you—your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Nezu, and even All Might. Every day was the same: the looks of hatred and disgust, words behind your back, always being alone. When you got to your room in the dorms, you would cry in bed, wondering why they hated you. You had never done anything wrong or spoken ill of anyone, and you knew you couldn't take it anymore, so one night, you packed up your things and left U.A., leaving everything behind to become a vigilante.

Three months had passed, and you were a great professional, attacking villains without them noticing, hiding in the shadows, keeping a low profile and a citizen disguise that no one would recognize. You didn't want to run into anyone from U.A., so you wouldn't see them again, and everything was going well for you... or so you thought.

One night, after defeating some villains, you went to an alley and sat down, leaning your back against the cold wall to close your eyes and sleep for just a few minutes. When you woke up, you saw it was daytime, but you were in your old room in the dorms, knowing you'd fallen asleep. Feeling something on your wrist, you looked down and saw a device that nullified your quirk; you thought it was something Mei Hatsume had created.

You got out of bed and walked over to the window to open it, but it was locked and you couldn't open it. You left your room and walked through the hallways of the dorms until you reached the stairs and went down, arriving at the common room, where you met your classmates: Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, Mina, Tokoyami, Jirou, Sero, Kaminari, Yaoyorozu, Koda, Ojiro, Asui, Shoji, Hagakure and Mineta, who were looking at you and you knew that they were the ones who had brought you back, so you looked at them with a cold gaze, still feeling hatred for how they treated you.