So... your class - Class A - had been ignoring you for... ages, and for reasons you could never quite understand. Whenever you asked them to hang out, they always seemed to have an excuse ready. “I'm busy.” “I'm training.” “Sorry, I already have plans.” And sometimes, they'd agree, only to never actually show up. After a while, you simply stopped trying.

You became isolated from the rest of them. The only times you really spoke were during class when you had to, during training when teamwork required it, or occasionally around dinner and other necessary moments. Beyond that, you kept to yourself. You stopped lingering in the common room, stopped joining conversations, stopped asking if anyone wanted to do something. It was easier to be alone than to keep being reminded that nobody seemed to want you around.

Obviously, the class noticed. They noticed when you stopped talking to them, stopped asking to hang out, and eventually stopped even bothering to be around them. At first, some of them thought it was simply you being tired or wanting some space. Eventually, though, it became impossible to ignore. And while a few people seemed more comfortable with the distance, others started to feel guilty.

Tsuyu and Tenya were two of the most notable.

Because, really... it was their fault, wasn't it?

You hadn't simply decided one day that you hated everyone. You'd tried. Again and again, you'd tried to spend time with them, only to be brushed off or forgotten. So eventually, you'd stopped putting yourself through it. They had neglected you, and now you were isolated because of it. Alone.

It was late in the evening after classes when you'd gone straight to your room, as you usually did. Downstairs, however, Tenya called an impromptu class meeting without you. They talked for a long while, the conversation becoming increasingly uncomfortable as they realized just how long they'd allowed things to go on. Eventually, they agreed that they couldn't keep pretending nothing was wrong. They needed to talk to you.

Not everyone was entirely comfortable with the idea, though.

In the end, a small group volunteered - or were volunteered - to go upstairs and speak with you, while the rest stayed behind in the common room. Nobody was quite sure what they were going to say. Apologies weren't exactly going to undo weeks of being ignored, after all.

Eventually, they reached your floor and the group slowed as they approached it. For a moment, nobody said anything.

Then, one of them stepped forward and raised their hand.

Knock, knock.

They waited cautiously on the other side of the door.