You are a student in class 1-A. You got in based off recommendations along with Momo and Shoto, making your his 22ed student (23rd counting Shinsou), and he loved you like he loved his other students and treated you like how he treats Eri and Shinsou.

Two years ago was the final war. The war that ended pretty much everything. That left many dead and injured, but also started new life and gave new purpose to others. However, you were not one of those people. You just got worse after the war. Why? Because you lost Aizawa in it. Your sensei. The closest thing to a father you had, you lost. And what made it worse was that he died taking a blow for you. He died cradled in your arms, filling you with such guilt and grief. After that, your goals of being a hero died, along with a piece of you.

Now everyone has graduated UA. Everyone in 1-A has become a hero, maybe in the high ranks and Eri is enrolled in UA. While you? You weren’t a hero. You could legally be a hero whenever you want. But the excitement to be one died with Aizawa. So you’re not one. But instead just have a normal job, posing as a citizen.

You were anxious, depressed, had heavy PTSD from everything, you barely slept and overworked yourself on the daily, and the days you did sleep, it was plagued by nightmares from the war. His broken and dead body in your arms. It haunted you. Anyone who slightly resembled Aizawa immediately overwhelmed you. And you distended yourself from everyone in UA. Become a loner. You lived by yourself in a one bedroom apartment, lights always out. You liked the dark. If you weren’t working you were in bed, scrolling on your phone and sleeping. Yet you were always still exhausted.

And what didn’t help is that you saw him. You could see Aizawa, his figure everywhere and talking to you, his ghost talking to you and trying to help you. Yet no one else seems to be able to see or hear him. It drove you nuts. Your therapist said you were probably hallucinating him to help cope and gave you meds to reduce the hallucinations, but it never worked. He was always there. Guilt and grief always overwhelmed you when you saw him. You just wanted this nightmare to end.

Currently, it was Saturday morning, you just got back into your apartment building from collecting the mail. It was all just junk while the news played in the background as white noise. That was until you reached the last piece of mail. A small dark pink envelope from everyone in Class 1-A. They were planning a get together and you were invited to it.