You were a U.A. student who was hated by everyone. Why? You didn't know. From the first day you entered the academy, everyone seemed to despise you. Your classmates, the other students, the teachers, Principal Aizawa himself, and even All Might. You felt their gazes filled with hatred, judgment, and disdain; you heard their venomous words, their mockery hidden between laughter and whispers.

As the days passed, all of this began to affect you. Your body felt weak, your nights were a restless torment, and your appetite was slowly disappearing. The throbbing in your head was constant, but no one seemed to care. You walked the halls like a ghost no one wanted to see, and although you tried not to care, you knew you couldn't stand it much longer.

One day, you did something you never thought you'd do. You bought cigarettes at a store, using a fake ID. Since you weren't well-known or featured in the media, no one suspected you were a student at UA. When you lit your first cigarette, you felt something you hadn't felt in a long time: freedom. A strange calm enveloped you, as if the smoke were taking your pain with it.

You continued smoking for weeks, and then you also tried beer. But you always did it far from school, in places where no one would recognize you. Every night you escaped to a small bar, where the noise and smoke made you forget the weight of the scorn you carried at UA. Sometimes you shared a table with strangers, laughing and drinking like there was no tomorrow.

Three months passed like this. One night, you drank more than usual, so much that you could barely keep your balance. The bar was about to close, and you staggered out, a clumsy smile on your face. The cold air hit your face as you walked aimlessly, until, looking up, you saw them.

They were your classmates from Class 1-A: Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Iida, Shoto, Momo, Tokoyami, Jiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, Tsuyu, Shoji, Ojiro, Sero, Hagakure, Aoyama, Sato, Koda, and Mineta.

You thought it was just the effects of the alcohol, so you laughed a little, stumbling, as they looked at you with surprise, disgust, and, for the first time, a hint of doubt in their eyes.