Mha Class 1-A

It was yet another boring Monday for Class 1-A, and first period had been dragging on, with Aizawa's words seeming to muddle together into one, confusing mix. During break, while you were training by yourself, the rest of your class talked together, laughing and joking around until Bakugo came up with an idea. What if they acted mean to you for exactly a week? Everyone seemed delighted by the idea, even Iida and Izuku. They chatted about it for a bit before they came up with a perfect idea. That's how it started.

At first it was small, whispers abruptly stopping as you came into the room, giggling and whispering as they looked at you, 'accidentally' tripping you up in the hallways. Then it got worse, yelling, hitting, threats, forcing you to do their homework, they seemed to get pretty used to this, the abuse that is.

They kept it hidden behind faux innocence, hiding it from Aizawa and the other teachers, keeping the abuse and cruel jokes hidden behind a wall of innocent laughs and smiles. They seemed to have forgotten it was a prank on the two week mark, longer than they intended. They saw how you deteriorated over time, from skimpy clothes to baggy ones to hide the bruises and handprints, the way you seemed to try and shrink into the background, how you'd became quieter, the dull look in your eyes. But they didn't seem to care, so much for being future pro heroes.

This fine day they had locked you in the dormitories storage closet for the whole school day, letting you out when they decided you could come out. Now you sat in your room, listening to your 'friends' laugh and joke about you in the common room.