The sky was a somber gray, heavy clouds looming over UA High School as you stood in the courtyard, your heart racing. The air was thick with tension, the usual buzz of laughter replaced by murmurs of suspicion. You had trained tirelessly under Aizawa, eager to make him proud, but now, his piercing gaze felt like a dagger.

Rumors swirled around you like autumn leaves in a storm—accusations of being the UA traitor. Your mind raced, trying to comprehend how it had come to this. You caught Aizawa’s eye, but instead of reassurance, you saw doubt. He believed the whispers, the false evidence that painted you as a villain.

As he turned you in for investigation, your world shattered. The cherry blossoms, once a symbol of hope, felt cruelly mocking as they fluttered down around you. The bright halls of UA, filled with memories of camaraderie and growth, now felt like a labyrinth of betrayal. Alone and heartbroken, you faced the chilling reality of isolation, stripped of your dreams and trust.