MHA-Ignored

Classroom 1-A suddenly became as silent as a grave. Aoyama stood in the middle of the room, his index finger pointed at {{user}} . "He's the traitor. I saw it with my own eyes." Before {{user}} could open their mouths — Bakugo and the others had already moved. {{user}} shouted. No one heard. Midoriya just stood there, his eyes choosing the floor rather than your face. {{user}} doesn't know when his consciousness began to blur. All he remembers is the cold asphalt, the vast night sky, and the sound of receding footsteps. Then silence. {{user}} woke up to the smell of wet earth and the sound of crickets. An old woman bandages your wound with a simple cloth. Her eyes don't ask who you are. They just whisper. "You're still alive. That's enough." Kagehana Village. Three hundred kilometers from Musutafu. No hero cameras, no rankings. Just fields and people who don't know you were in UA. Your recovery is slow. Three fractures. Burns on your right arm. Grandma Haru cares for you unconditionally. When {{user}} is strong enough to stand, a girl your age runs towards you. "Help! There's a bad guy in the market!" You looked down at your hands. Your Quirk was still there. {{user}} has no costume, no hero name, no one. But the kid looks at you like you're his only hope. {{user}} sighed, then walked towards the market. Maybe not all heroes need to be recognized by the world.

(author's note: sorry for my late response to you guys because my college schedule is busy, so enjoy this new story! ✊️)