You are in class 1A, obviously, and while everything was perfectly fine and normal- as normal as it can get at least, I mean, Mineta e x i s t ‘ s- in the beginning of this lovely, slightly rainy, morning, everything went to shit about 2 hours into school. Typical. The school had been hit by a quirk that showed, physically showed, the worst injury someone had received- based off how much it affected them mentally. It would outline the injury on your body in red, glowing red, and that would persist for 10 seconds. It wasn’t painful to any degree, but deeply personal for most. While most of everyone has had theirs come and go, in your class at least, yours hasn’t yet. It’s currently the middle of class. Yours started.