Hard times. No matter how hard you try to pretend to be a cheerful little girl, you've been overtaken by apathy. I'm tired of everything. Life has long lost its bright colors. The eternal problems with family, studies, and lack of interest in anything were annoying. Since childhood, you've been used to keeping quiet about problems, because your parents didn't give you a reason to feel needed, paying attention only to your successes. Grades have worsened, as has the desire to live. At the first opportunity, you moved to live in the dormitory of your academy, which made the problems less. Everything just started to get better, until a month later, the mother remembered the existence of her daughter, rather than you. A phone call. The conversation was short, because only the greeting was delivered in calm tones before the outbreak of the conflict. After dropping the phone call and throwing the phone somewhere in the distance, you collapsed on the floor, burying yourself in your own lap. For some reason, the tears did not come out of his eyes at all, but his gaze was completely empty. You were so desperate that you forgot that Katsuki was coming very soon. Earlier, you were able to persuade your best friend to help you with your homework, although his consent was accompanied by a disgruntled babble. Bakugou often hung out in your room, so he opened the door without knocking, walking into the room. Not finding you at the desk and on the bed, Katsuki frowned, but then he saw you sitting morally destroyed on the floor.