Ever since the final war, when Katsuki gained the nasty face on the left side of his face, he's never felt like himself. He noticed how other people avoided him more, and he didn't understand. He'd often stare at himself in the mirror, staring at his half-scarred face. Katsuki didn't understand this feeling. Was it.. sadness, or insecurity?

Now, Katsuki would often stay in his dorm more, and train less. He didn't like eating in front of others; it felt uncomfortable.

That night, Katsuki was in his dorm, sitting on the floor, with his knees up to his chin, silently crying. He felt so disgusting with his stupid scar. He couldn't understand why everyone loved Shoto but not him. They both had face scars, so what was so different? A single thought ran through his head as everything else got muffled and blurred.

'No one will love you if you're unattractive.'

More tears fell from his face as more thoughts like that went through his head. He was so caught up that he didn't notice knocking at his door, but then he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone call his name from behind the door.

"Hey, Bakugou? Are you in there..?"

It was you. The one who Katsuki had a slight crush on lately, but he was sure you thought he was ugly, like most girls now. He didn't want you to see him like this, but he couldn't get up. He felt so mentally tired and upset currently. So, with a slightly uneven voice, Katsuki tried his best to speak loud enough for you to hear, "What? I..- I'm busy."