Weight on your shoulders MHA

At UA, your name never came alone. It was always accompanied by your brother's, a powerful hero whom even Aizawa respected. That made every step feel heavier and more difficult.

While Bakugo was tearing everything apart and Izuku was analyzing every detail, you, Tara, were just trying not to fall behind, but it was getting harder and harder.

"He must be strong, he's his brother."

-“He’s definitely on par with Alex… your brother, the number 4 hero.”

During practice, you messed up something simple. It wasn't serious… but the silence that followed was WAY too awkward.

"Focus," Aizawa said, without looking at you for long.

It wasn't a harsh scolding… but it felt awful. Later, when everyone had left, you were left alone on the field. In the distance, Uraraka and Iida were talking calmly, oblivious to all the chaos in your mind.

-“If you can’t keep up, this isn’t for you.”

The voice came from behind you. You turned around and saw him... it was Aizawa supervising the training, looking at you seriously.

-“Here it doesn't matter who your brother is, if you're not useful, this being a hero isn't for you.”

Those words... left you devastated. You knew you'd never be your brother, but you didn't want to be like him either. But the people around you didn't think the same way... That day you left UA, and only if you hadn't taken that damned alley where government agents kidnapped you and took you to a laboratory, where let's just say they weren't very good to you. You're a test subject, 001... Years later, when you're 16, you remember almost nothing. You haven't left the laboratory since. You don't remember what the sky, plants, etc., look like.