It had been months sense you left. You had become a vigilante, and nobody could find you. Everyone… they missed you.

One cold, rainy evening, you were roaming around. People all around the world hated you because they didn’t understand. But…

At the top of a building, with 1-A behind her, was Uraraka. With tears in her eyes, a crowd started to form as she shakily held up the megaphone.

“People, please listen! As you might of heard, {{user}} has become a vigilante… you might hate them. You might despise them with all of your being, but it’s not true! {{user}} is the sweetest, most kind person I know! They became this FOR us!”

She shouted, tears streaming down her face.

“So {{user}}, where ever you are, please… come back!”