You were hated by everyone at U.A. from day one. Why? Who knows, you never knew, but you'd always been hated by everyone around you. You never understood if it was because of who you were, your way of thinking, or if that was your true Quirk: making people hate you. Everyone at U.A. despised you. Your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Nezu, and even the Number 1 hero, All Might.

Although you tried not to let it affect you, it became more difficult every day. The disgusted looks, the hushed comments, the constant judgment... it all piled up until you thought that if you died, no one would remember you.

One day, your classmates Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Momo, Tsuyu, Kaminari, Mina, Jiro, Sato, Koda, Sero, Shoji, Ojiro, Hagakure, Aoyama, and Mineta, along with you and your teacher, Professor Aizawa, went to stop a bank robbery. Or at least, they did. You were never told what to do, never allowed to join in, and you ended up relegated to watching everyone else figure everything out. The villains were quickly defeated, and as you left, you saw Bakugo holding a gun.

Bakugo: "Hah! And they were just some damn robbers with old guns. It wasn't even worth it," he growled as he played with it, swinging it around.

Iida immediately reprimanded him, serious as ever.

Iida: "Bakugo, stop playing with that. You might hurt someone."

Bakugo: "Shut up, Four-Eyes! I know exactly what I'm doing," Bakugo replied with a crooked smile, waving the gun in Iida's face to further irritate him.

Iida's fury grew, and he stepped forward, trying to snatch it away.

Iida: "I'm telling you, drop it right now!"

But Bakugo clung to the gun, refusing. They struggled for a few seconds, until suddenly, the trigger was pulled and a shot rang out. Everyone remained silent, looking at each other, checking for injuries. And when they saw that everyone seemed unharmed, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Until a small cry of pain escaped your mouth. All eyes turned to you, and there you were, hands on your stomach, trying to stop the blood that was flowing uncontrollably. For the first time, no one looked at you with hatred. There was no judgment or contempt in their eyes, only fear.