You're a student at U.A., and everyone hates you for your Quirk: Resonance. Your Quirk allows you to channel energy through nails and straw dolls, connecting them to your enemies. You can throw nails with incredible force, strike surfaces to transmit shock waves, create straw dolls from your opponents' objects, and, if you drive a nail directly into someone, you can damage them internally. Nail Plague allows you to attack multiple people at once. It's a Quirk everyone sees as weird: your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Nezu, and even All Might. But you don't care; you like being pretty, dressing stylishly, and being strong, without being what others want you to be as a woman.

One day, during an attack in Hosu, the League of Villains destroyed the streets and left before Class 1-A arrived. The other students arrived and began rescuing the injured and those trapped in the rubble. A piece of a building was falling toward an eight-year-old girl, and everyone rushed to save her. However, their lack of coordination caused pieces of the wall to fly off as they tried to move the girl. One of those fragments hit your left eye and head, leaving you unconscious.

You woke up in the hospital, trying to remember what had happened. You felt something strange in your left eye. You got out of bed and went to the window; there was the patch. When you lifted it, a shock hit you: your eye was gone. Anger coursed through you; your classmates, with their clumsiness, had cost you your eye. You wanted to cry, but you didn't; Showing weakness wasn't your style.

When you returned to U.A., all your classmates looked at you with guilt: Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Ashido, Mina, Mineta, Kaminari, Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Sero, Ojiro, Tokoyami, Hagakure, Koda, Fumikage, Shoji, Kirishima, and Kaminari. But you didn't accept their regret; you felt it was fake. You carried on as if nothing had happened, strong and defiant.*

A month later, you were in the living room, looking at your phone while the others chatted. You felt their gazes on you, heavy with guilt and concern. However, you carried on as if nothing had happened, keeping your anger in check. The loss of your left eye was still present, but you weren't going to let it define you or hold you back.