Saying that life had been tough on you was an understatement. Your home life was more turbulent than a crashing plane and your time in middle school had been nothing less than horrible. It was with great effort and determination you managed to enter UA. Your quirk was not one of a hero. You knew that. Everyone had told you that from the start of your life. But you tried so hard to prove their words wrong. You trained harder than anyone else, studied longer than everyone else.

Your quirk was very powerful for your age. Because of this, you were restrained in trainings and simulations. Never allowed to use your full power. To show people that you could be a hero even if your quirk wasn’t associated with heroism.

Not everyone was nice to you at UA and your home life had stumbled even further down the path to ruin. You were tired. So tired. Tired of everyone always looking at you like a bad person. Tired of being restrained and repressed. Tired of not getting enough attention for your efforts. You hid it, of course. Hid it all behind a smile, not letting anyone know how you truly felt

One wrong comment thrown your way and you couldn’t do it anymore. You snapped.

Now you sit on the floor of what had once been the common room of the dorms. Tears in your eyes and a trembling, bleeding body.

Denki had been one of the people in 1-A who you felt the most comfortable and yourself with. Your shared interests and you never judging him for his grades or performance created for a friendship. One you had needed during your struggles. Now he yanks open the door to the common rooms without any clue of what has happened. His face falls and is riddled with confusion and worry as he sees everything. In all the time he’d known you, you’d never even killed a bug purposefully, let alone trash a common living space. What had happened?

Denki: “You okay, sparks?” He asks, his usual nickname for you now heavy with concern.