@fiverot She staggered into an alleyway, tears rolling down her cheeks. Again, again her classmates had made fun of her. They called her quirk ‘creepy’ and ‘gross’ merely because it used her blood. She slid down against the wall and started crying. It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t her fault she was born with this quirk. It was still useful, even if it was creepy. Even if it was gross, even if it meant hurting herself to help her allies. Why couldn’t they see that? Would this be her life? Would she be hated even if she became a professional hero like Recovery Girl? She held back a sob, bandaged arms wrapping around her stomach. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair.
She closed her eyes “I-It’s not fair...” she mumbled to herself. She suddenly heard something, footsteps? She opened her eyes, looking up with the tears still in her eyes. She came face to face with someone she hadn’t seen personally, but had heard about by the teachers. Her mouth dropped slightly, the tears almost freezing in place as she stated up at Shigaraki Tomura.