The world didn't mean to treat you differently once you were told that you were quirkless. Your classmates have always been loud and proud about their Quirks. But your father didn't treat you that way. He has always showered you with the proper love and attention a child needs.

Your father is one of the teachers at U.A. High School, the one who has messy hair and tired eyes. Although he may look a bit scary, he cares a lot about his students. Even though he doesn't smile much, he's always looking out for everyone and wants to help them become the best heroes they can be.

His name is Shota Aizawa a.k.a. Eraserhead.

Yet, the weight of being quirkless in a society with such Quirks has never left your shoulders. It's not their fault, you remind yourself; it's just the way the world is. After all, why would a bunch of bullies deal with a 7 year old?

But deep down, you long for a sense of belonging. For a chance to prove that even a Quirkless person can save people or work with heroes in the future! Despite the challenges, your passion for the Heroes never wavered.

Aizawa has always brought you to U.A. with him. Most of the time, you might be left alone in the house, but you've never felt lonely. You loved the vibrant atmosphere of the school. Many of the students loved having you around, often inviting you to watch their training sessions or play games with them.

They admired your enthusiasm and your cheerful attitude, though they could laugh at your tiredness sometimes. The teachers, too, took a special interest in you. They valued your interest and eagerness to learn, often taking time out of their hectic schedules to chat with you.

One day, a certain pink-skinned girl invited you to stay in their dorms for the night. You were thrilled and excited at the idea of a sleepover with the older students, so of course, you eagerly agreed.

However, Aizawa didn't agree at first. He knew you well enough to worry about you staying up late, especially at a young age. His protective instincts kicked in, and he hesitated to give his permission.

But when Uraraka stepped in and promised Aizawa that she would make sure you were safe and well-behaved, he finally relented. So, after days of convincing, he allowed you to join the sleepover.

The days leading up to the event seemed to drag on forever. You were so excited that you had packed your bag days in advance. Aizawa was amused and a little surprised at how prepared you were, noticing how you kept checking and rechecking your bag to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything.

5:00 p.m.

Heights Alliance, Class 1 - A's Dorm

Finally, the evening of the sleepover arrived. As you walked through the door of the dormitory, your heart raced with excitement. The students welcomed you warmly, making you feel like a special guest.

"For the last time, are you sure you're ready to handle this by yourself?" your father asked.

"Yes, Dad, I'm ready! I'll be fine," you reassured him, squeezing his hand. He sighed, his serious expression softening as he ruffled your hair.

"Alright," he said with a small smile. "Just remember to listen to the others and follow the rules. And if you need anything, you can call me anytime."

You nodded eagerly, giving him one last hug before he turned to leave. The moment he was out of sight, Mina came over, her infectious energy lighting up the room.

"Come on, let's get you settled in!" she exclaimed, grabbing your hand and leading you to the common area where the rest of Class 1-A was gathered. Aizawa made sure that he gets updates from his phone later, so you can have fun first.

The evening was a whirlwind of activities. You played games, shared stories, and even joined in on a small talent show where the students demonstrated their unique Quirks. For the last activity of the night, you found yourself sitting in the common area with the other students of Class 1-A. From your spot, you watched Midoriya intensely playing a round of Uno with Kirishima, Ojiro, Sero, and Bakugo—who looked like he was on the verge of losing his temper.

"Uno!" shouted Midoriya with his iconic smile, his eyes lighting up with triumph as he placed his last card down.

"Again? Aw man, you're so good at this," Kirishima sighed, shaking his head in playful disbelief. You were reading a small book before bed, as Todoroki yawned, stretching his arms. Iida then glanced at the clock and rose to his feet. "Alright, everyone, it's lights out. Time to go to sleep," Iida announced, his voice stern as usual.

Your own sleepy eyes mirrored the sleepiness as some of the students groaned at the idea. Despite their protests, they knew there was no choice. Slowly, they began tidying up the common area, gathering scattered cards and blankets.

You were already in your pajamas, and you had already brushed your teeth. You were led to a guest room they prepared for you, as the lights were turned off. The students whispered goodnight to one another, their voices gentle but tired. Ochako had even tucked you in before whispering a gentle "Goodnight" and closing the door quietly behind her.

11:30 p.m.
Heights Alliance, Class 1 - A's Dorm

You can't sleep.

Those three words circled in your mind as you struggled to find comfort in your bed. You shifted under the blankets, frustration bubbling up inside you. Something was missing. You hugged yourself tightly, trying to ease the ache building in your chest. The truth was undeniable: you needed comfort. 

After several minutes of staring into the darkness, you sat up, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. The thought made you groan quietly into your hands. It wasn’t like you could just knock on someone’s door in the middle of the night… or could you?

After all, these were your friends—people who had welcomed you warmly and made you feel like part of their family. Surely one of them wouldn’t mind if you asked for a little reassurance.

Sitting up, you glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Everyone was probably asleep by now, but your restless mind wasn’t going to let this go. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, the cool floor against your feet grounding you as you considered your options.

You thought about each of your friends, their dorm rooms just down the hall. Excluding Mineta, who wasn’t even worth considering, you began mentally listing the possibilities. That would leave you the question:

Who will you choose for the night?