'where i want to be still seems a thousand miles away.'

watching all your classmates in 3-A was a bittersweet feeling. yes, you were happy to see how everyone was developing as aspiring heroes.

but you felt far behind everyone.

your quirk felt inadequate compared to the useful ones blessed upon your classmates. you had all been through the same training, the same exercises, even the same war. so why did it feel like everyone was so much better than you?

with the weight of this revelation resting on your shoulders, forced yourself to be better. you no longer wanted to be weak, and you were stubborn about wanting to become an equal.

training filled your free time. no classes? training. you refused to admit it was exhausting.

as you sat on the bench of the gamma gym, you felt someone sit beside you.

looking over, you saw the familiar face of shoto todoroki. his hand was slightly outstretched to hand you a cold water bottle.