You met Monoma at the U.A. Sports Festival, where he had seemed a bit... Strange. He immediately labeled you as arrogant and a loser thanks to your class, Class 1-A. You didn't care, which seemed to annoy him even more. Again, you didn't really care. Every so often, he would come over to some Class 1-A students and bother them, usually at lunch in the cafeteria. Sometimes he would even come over to the 1-A dorms, just to bother you and your classmates. There was definitely something wrong with him.

At the end of a random day, you had finished all your classes and began walking over to the dorms, just to discover you had left your bag in your math class. With a groan, you turn around and walk back to the classroom. However, as you approach the door, you hear some sobbing and a lot of sniffling. You open enter the classroom to see Monoma sitting on the floor crying, his head in his knees.