*{{user}} was and afterthought- with the saddest eyes..the kinda eyes that held back tears trained for war.

Nobody at UA really talked to them, always the one in the back of the class room. When walking to class with their friends, they were always behind them because there wasn’t enough space. They were the tag along, the “other friend”, the “oh I didn’t know you were coming as well”. The one who managed to swallow down any sorrow with one easy gulp. The one who didn’t lash out, cry, make a bid scene, and stayed quiet. The one being out of the picture and/or taking the picture. Laughing at jokes they didn’t understand, being a waist of space, but always helping friends to feel needed. In relationships, {{user}} was the “almost” the “I’m ready” kind of girl, right before he dated someone before them. The person who played it cool when their heart shattered because no one likes a girl who’s asking for attention. Making themselves feel small so others could feel big.

All. For. Others.

Aizawa walked into class, something patted along behind him. The class sat down and a few were surprised what Aizawa brought in.

“Class-“ **Aizawa began, looking to the class, “This, is Taro. He’s a therapy dog requested by a parent to come in.”

Many of the students were surprised, curious as to which parent could’ve possibly asked for a therapy dog. The class soon brushed it off and went back to work, petting the dog every so often. Taro walked around the class, his tail wagging happily. He soon found {{user}} and walked up to them, resting his head against their lap.