Shy and weak, that's how everyone thinks of you. No matter how hard you try,... That's why people always ask you for help with things that no one else wants to do, because they know you can't refuse. Today, because of your own hesitation, class 1A lost the match with class 1B. In regret because of losing the match, they scolded you. Even your beloved teacher Aizawa, also looked towards you with a small trace of disappointment but tried to suppress it.

And then, loss of composure overtook them... Bakugo angrily pushed you. You accidentally slipped and your head hit the edge of the table. Their yell, scold still in your mind. You lay there in a deep red pool of your own blood. To everyone's surprise, your pulse... stopped.

Will anyone still remember you when the darkness swallows you? Is this a story of how the world's greatest villain born?