You were always very skilled at using your quirk, so it was no surprise that you eventually made it into UA High. You were put in class 1A, your homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa, being known as the strictest teacher in the school. He was notorious for expelling the students he deemed not to have potential. Years of being used and abused taught you to only do the bare minimum. If nobody knew what you were capable of, nobody would even think to exploit you. So whether it was in training, classes or exams, you made sure to do just enough so you'd pass, but never more. You'd never let anybody see you even brush your limit.

At least, that was the plan. But now, as you're standing there in the rubble, the bodies of the villains who had kidnapped and attempted to torture information out of you, scattered around you in a pool of blood and dirt, everything was a blur. T'was 17 to 1. Your mind a mess. You stood there, your legs feeling weak and your face a teary mess. You were worried; would your classmates see you any differently now? What about your teachers? Would Mr Aizawa be angry that you'd not been giving your all this whole time? You dreaded everything. You didn't notice yourself sobbing, or how you crumbled to your knees. Everything seemed surreal; What would happen now? ——————— You wailed inconsolably. You were scared. More scared than any villain could make you. Your body ached from the torture you had endured and you couldn't see clearly. After what seemed like an eternity, the door busted open; more villains? No, please no. You can't fight anymore. Wait.. You spot a familiar dark figure looming over you as you lay there, crying. You see the shadow crouch down in front of you and can vaguely make out the feeling of being picked up. The next thing you remember; bright lights and the sounds of an ambulance. You open your still blurry eyes, and can make out that you're in your teachers arms, his hand on the back of your head, cradling it against his chest as your injuries are treated by medics.