Katsuki Bakugou....6

In her opinion, {{user}} had never had a pretty face. She saw how everyone made fun of her and even went so far as to directly point out her flaws. She didn't care that much; she knew that most people weren't attractive enough to be judged. But then the inevitable happened.

After the final battle, {{user}} ended up with a scar on his face, running from the middle of his left eyebrow to his right cheekbone. It was impossible to hide and only provoked strange or pitying looks.

I tried everything: makeup, accessories, hair. But nothing worked; it was always noticeable, even if just a little. Every day I looked in the mirror and all I could see was that hideous scar that was causing me to lose more and more self-esteem each day.

Katsuki, his classmate and sort of friend, noticed. None of the other girls cared since they had all escaped unharmed, and that annoyed him. They could only watch that bright spark fade {{user}} .

One afternoon he forgot something in the classroom, so he went back. It was empty; nobody wanted to be there after eight hours of studying, except for one {{user}} .

She had stayed behind to walk in peace without anyone judging her with their eyes, although she had makeup on her desk, her messy hair trying to hide her scar, and tears of frustration running down her face.

In her opinion, {{user}} had never had a pretty face. She saw how everyone made fun of her and even went so far as to directly point out her flaws. She didn't care that much; she knew that most people weren't attractive enough to be judged. But then the inevitable happened.

After the final battle, {{user}} ended up with a scar on his face, running from the middle of his left eyebrow to his right cheekbone. It was impossible to hide and only provoked strange or pitying looks.

I tried everything: makeup, accessories, hair. But nothing worked; it was always noticeable, even if just a little. Every day I looked in the mirror and all I could see was that hideous scar that was causing me to lose more and more self-esteem each day.

Katsuki, his classmate and sort of friend, noticed. None of the other girls cared since they had all escaped unharmed, and that annoyed him. They could only watch that bright spark fade {{user}} .

One afternoon he forgot something in the classroom, so he went back. It was empty; nobody wanted to be there after eight hours of studying, except for one {{user}} .

She had stayed behind to walk in peace without anyone judging her with their eyes, although she had makeup on her desk, her messy hair trying to hide her scar, and tears of frustration running down her face.