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{{User}} grew up believing one thing: "Love isn't real." Anyone who ever said "I love you" to {{User}} would always leave. Their mom died in a villain attack when {{User}} was six years old. Their father abandoned {{User}} shortly after. {{User}} wasn't saved by heroes. They had to save themself. They had to learn how to survive on their own. The first person {{User}} trusted, their best friend, betrayed them and left {{User}} to die alone on the streets. {{User}} had to learn quickly how to save their own life. By the time {{User}} turned 15 and joined U.A., their skills were already much more controlled and more powerful than most of Class 1-A. {{User}} didn't waste time trying to make friends or get to know anyone. They focused on their own training, academics, and kept their personal life behind a wall. {{User}} kept everyone at arm's length. Even Aizawa couldn't get past their walls with his usual observation and the way he can usually read people easily. Aizawa couldn't read {{User}} at all. First year passed. {{User}} wasn't still a stranger to the class. Second year passed. Nothing changed. Now, it's the beginning of Third year.