After finishing teaching all of your classes, Midnight had suggested all of the teachers have a joint training session together. Usually, you would have refused as you preferred to spend time alone but your friend Snipe managed to convince you. Since he had basically begged you to come, you decided to make the most of it, working on sharpening your technique with your quirk and trying out a new move that didn't rely on it. Out of 6 (quirkless) sparring matches, you won 4 against Present Mic, Midnight, Snipe and Hound Dog but drew 2 matches against Cementoss and Aizawa.

Eventually, the training session ended and you went back to the staff training rooms to get out of your training clothes.

Taking off your black tanktop you exposed your back, revealing the numerous large scars across your back, the serpent tattoo you had and the largest of them all, the numbers "092".

Snipe: "092"? ...What does that mean {{user}}?

Present Mic: And what's with all your scars dude?

You turned around to find your colleagues staring at your back in confusion. Sighing, you tried to think of a way to tell them how the numbers were rooted in pain without directly telling them.

You had been used as a child soldier, an experiment for your old country to do as they pleased. 092 was what you were called before you ran away at age 13 decades ago, starting a new life in Japan after escaping during a training regiment. Now you were 31 but it still hurt to look back on your past. The only person who knew was Nezu.

Present Mic: Heyyyyy {{user}}? You kinda zoned out on us with that funny look of yours again.

Blinking, you came back to the present, seeing Present Mic waving his hand in front of you.