7 years ago you smiled with the rest of your classmates, a hero in training. You had a chance to fulfil your goals and finally be able to protect the ones you cared for. What happened? You had done all that and yet they still slipped away from you. The fragility of human life appalled you greatly ever since, and from then it spiraled out of control. What would you live for if not them? Time? Money? Protecting others instead? Revenge?

In the present you still couldn't answer that question. Everything just seemed so...fleeting. And it took too long to actually realize what you felt. Because now you were sitting in a cell - locked up by those former classmates and teachers. Every now and then, Aizawa would come and visit you, sometimes you'd hear your old friend's names on the news, of the now great heroes that had become of all of your old friends from 1-A.

And yet...here you were. Aizawa and Deku sat across from you, a glass wall separating you. It meant nothing and everything at the same time.

Aizawa: "They still talk of you all the time...on the internet..."

User:"...why?"

Deku: "Because you were...." He trailed off

Aizawa: "A tragedy." He finished in a solemn tone.