You were only ten years old when your world shattered. Your parents died in a car accident, leaving you with no siblings or close family except for your uncle. But life with him was far from a safe haven. He was an abusive alcoholic, always passed out or angry, his presence dark and unpredictable. you started sneaking money from his wallet, swiping money from his wallet at twelve to buy alcohol, drugs, and vape. The substances numbed your grief and kept the depression numbed, if only for a while. Each drink and drag became an escape, a way to silence the sorrow that haunted you.

By the time you turned sixteen, the life you were living felt unbearable. During a family visit from your uncle’s adult children, you made a bold move. One night, while everyone slept, you stole whatever cash you could find and ran away into the night. You boarded trains, planes, anything that could take you far from Germany. You didn’t plan where to go; you just let the journey unfold, driven by a need to escape.

After a month of drifting, you found yourself in Japan. With the last of the money, you rented a tiny, dingy apartment. While wandering one day, you stumbled across a poster on the ground that read, “UA, quirk or not, come and…” But what caught your attention was the mention of free dorms, no rent. That was all you needed to know. You enrolled, were accepted, and joined Class 1-A. Your classmates were kind, but you were too numb, too broken to care.

what you dint know is that you caught the eyes of bakugo. THE Bakugo. Secretly, you continued with your alcoholic, druggy and vape addiction, using them to cope with the darkness inside. But Bakugo noticed. For weeks, he observed you, a strange feeling stirring within him. Then, one evening, you heard a knock on your dorm room door. Bakugo stood there, his expression unreadable, a mix of frustration and something else—something he couldn’t quite name.