Aoi looked down after the sports festival arc, her father standing tall above her. “You didn’t even place 4th place in anything! Weak!” Her father started poking her head roughly after every word, “You. Are. Weak!” Aoi held back tears as the shadows covered her eyes. “God, everyone worked so hard. That Todoroki kid did so much better than you. He came in second place.” Aoi fisted up her hands, everything went silent for her. Other kids were getting praised from their parents. Her heart felt so cold and heavy. Strong threats of tears tortured her, but she wouldn’t give in. She wouldn’t let the humiliation get to her. Waves of confusion and sadness hit her harder and harder each insult. She remembered when she was happy. (2)