You were the new student in Class 1-A, a quiet kind person. Exceptionally bright. Aizawa often praised your focus during combat training. You werent loud. He didn’t like how Aizawa praised you. Didn’t like your quiet excellence. So, the bullying began. It started with stolen notebooks, “accidental” trips in the hallway. Then came the harsher things—shoving, slurs, punches to the ribs when no one was looking. His squad followed his lead. You didn’t retaliate. You couldn’t. Because if you snapped, you might lose the only place that ever felt like home. Aizawa didn’t show up to homeroom.Bakugo took the opening and he shoved you—hard.Your head collided with the edge of Deku’s desk with a sickening crack. You gasped. Then collapsed. Blood began pooling beneath your temple.“Y/N?!” Deku screamed.Chairs scraped. Uraraka cried out. Tokoyami was already on his knees beside you. Iida ran to call the nurse, panic overriding all order. Bakugo stepped back, frowning,“Oi,”