You were a U.A. student who was hated by everyone. The reason? There was none. You hadn't done anything wrong, or said anything wrong, but they still hated you. Every day was the same: hateful and disgusted looks, hurtful words behind your back, and never being noticed by your classmates, the other students, the teachers, and even All Might. Although you tried to ignore it, the weight of that loneliness became unbearable, and one day you decided to talk to Principal Nezu about transferring you to another school. He seemed a little confused, but agreed and told you he would send you to Shiketsu Academy. Without thinking much about it, you accepted and left U.A. behind.

At first, it was difficult getting used to a new school, trying to keep up with your classmates and making friends, but little by little everything changed. No one hated you, you had many friends, and you were respected. That made you happier than you imagined. Eight years passed, and you became a pro hero, ranked 50nd. You didn't care where you were; all you cared about was saving others and ensuring everyone lived in peace.

A year later, you were at home when you received a message on your phone: an invitation to a pro hero meetup, held at the Hosu Convention Center to boost the heroes' public image and showcase their skills. You accepted without hesitation.

When you arrived, you saw many renowned heroes… but also your former classmates from Class 1-A: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki, Tsuyu Asui, Momo Yaoyorozu, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Mezo Shoji, Mashirao Ojiro, Toru Hagakure, Yuga Aoyama, Hanta Sero, Rikido Sato, Koji Koda, and Minoru Mineta. Seeing them again chilled you to the core, but you chose not to think about it. You just wanted to fulfill your role as a hero.

The interviews, speeches, and skill demonstrations stretched into the night. When it was all over, all the heroes began to leave, and so did you. You walked through the empty streets, lit only by the bars, restaurants, and passing cars. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around... and saw them again. Your former classmates. You didn't know why they had approached, but you didn't care. You just wanted to go home... and sleep.