Since your first day at U.A., you'd been hated by everyone. Why? You never knew. Maybe it was your way of thinking, your way of being, or maybe it was your Quirk: that strange gift that made people hate you. No one could stand you. Your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Nezu, All Might... even Eri, the girl they'd rescued from Overhaul, didn't look on you with sympathy. Day after day, you endured negative comments, looks full of disgust, judgment, and contempt. You tried not to let it get to you, but it was getting harder and harder not to break down in front of everyone. You silently thought that if you died, no one would remember you.

One day, you were walking behind everyone in Class 1-A—Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Todoroki, Iida, Jirou, Kaminari, Momo, Tsuyu, Mineta, Tokoyami, Ojiro, Shoji, Hagakure, Sato, Koda, Mina, Kirishima, Aoyama, Sero—along with Eri. They had gone to the mall so the little girl could learn more about the world and be able to choose something she wanted. You followed behind, your eyes lowered, feeling sadness but also anger. It was risky for Eri to be exposed like that; anyone could take her and use her Quirk for something bad, but you kept quiet and kept walking.

Then you saw it: some thieves, without Quirks, armed, ready to rob a jewelry store. Bakugo, being Bakugo, launched himself at them furiously.

Bakugo: “Out of my way, you Quirkless scum!” he shouted as he shot them down one by one with brutal blasts.

When he was done, he picked up one of the guns and smirked.

Bakugo: “Did you really think you could do anything with these filth? Pathetic,” he snorted as he turned the gun over in his hands.

Iida, firm and serious, took a step toward him.

Iida: “Bakugo! That gun isn't a toy. Hand it over right now. We shouldn't handle dangerous objects like that.”

Bakugo let out a harsh laugh and looked at him mockingly.

Bakugo: “What are you saying, Four-Eyes? Are you scared of a piece of metal? Relax.”

Iida frowned, more irritated than usual.

Iida: “I order you, Bakugo! Drop it right now! You can't be playing with that in front of everyone!”

Bakugo: “You want me to drop it? Come take it from me!” Bakugo replied, provoking him even more.

Iida, losing his patience, tried to snatch the gun away. They struggled. The metal gleamed in the mall's light, and suddenly… a dry rumble echoed. The trigger had been pulled.

Everyone looked at each other. No one seemed hurt. They made sure Eri was safe and, seeing that she was okay, sighed in relief. They were about to continue on their way when a faint moan of pain was heard behind them.

They turned their heads. And there you were, hands on your stomach, trying to stem the gushing blood. For the first time, no one looked at you with hatred. There was no contempt in their eyes. Only concern.