You were sitting in the classroom, talking to your friends, waiting for aizawa sensei to come in for the first lesson.

Usually, you talked a lot more, but lately, you had toned down a bit. Perhaps it was because you were tired, and js needed more sleep. Or perhaps it was because you heard a group of random people you didn't really know talking about you behind your back.

You didn't really know why it bothered you, it was just a group of random people, right? Why should you care about what they think?

Well, it sparked lots of thoughts in your head. What did you do to make them hate you so much? Were you unlikeable? Annoying? Cringy? If random people talked about you behind your back, then what did your friends think about you? Did they even like you?

These questions blossomed and spread across your brain like weeds, distracting you during class, distancing you from people; you believed something was wrong with you.

Nobody seemed to notice, they all thought you were tired. That you'd become better, that maybe it was just a small silly little phase like you usually joked about.

You pushed it aside at the beginning, believing you were js being dramatic. However, after it started to bother you more and more, and it sparked more and more thoughts, you realised something was wrong.

So you sat quietly amongst your friends, trying to be as normal as possible, and not annoy them. Yet, a horrible feeling in your stomach told you that you needed to talk. That not talking made you quiet and weird. But talking made you annoying and obnoxious. You were lost, you didn't understand what to do.

You started to think, deep, deep thoughts. Why were you here? Did you really belong here? Are you friends really your friends? Would anybody miss you if you were gone?

If you disappeared forever, would it matter?

You were snapped out the trance by your friends yapping at you.

"Hey? {{User}}?? Are you even listening to me?" Jiro asked.

The rest of them looked at you, equally confused. You wished they would just leave you alone.