The first day at U.A. was supposed to be stressful for all the usual reasons: new classes, unfamiliar faces, and trying to fit into a room full of aspiring heroes who had already known each other for years. Instead, you unintentionally became the center of attention the moment you walked through the doors. You had heard it your entire life—that you looked feminine. The soft features, the way you dressed, the effortless appearance that often caused people to make assumptions before ever speaking to you. It wasn’t something that bothered you anymore. You had long since grown used to correcting people, especially boys who developed crushes on you before realizing their mistake.