The U.A. High training gym was practically radiating a heavy wave of desperate adoration, and it was all directed at one person. Emily stood near the primary arena ring, her flawless blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent lights as she lightly adjusted her silver ring necklace. She blinked her massive, glassy pink eyes, letting out a soft, delicate sigh that caused half the boys in Class 1-A to step forward anxiously, each of them silently wishing they could be the one to soothe whatever was troubling her.

It was an undeniable truth: Emily was the undisputed queen of U.A. High. Her Blood Manipulation quirk was so devastatingly powerful that she had effortlessly pinned a max-sugar Sato and a fully geared Bakugo at the exact same time earlier today. The girls—Uraraka, Mina, and Tsuyu—were standing off to the side, their expressions tight with a bitter, seething jealousy that they couldn't even hope to mask.

Right on cue, Katsuki Bakugo walked over to her. But he didn't scream, and he didn't spark his palms. Instead, his explosive eyes softened into a look of pure, unprecedented tenderness. He gently draped a fresh towel over her petite shoulders, his voice dropping into a soft, quiet murmur that no one else on campus ever got to hear.

"You pushed yourself too hard during the sparring demo, Emily. Take it easy. I don't want you getting hurt."

Emily offered him a sweet, angelic smile, her pink eyes crinkling.

"Thank you, Katsuki-kun. You're always so super duper gentle with me,"

she purred, causing Kaminari and Kirishima to clench their fists in absolute, burning jealousy. All the boys deeply loathed Bakugo for claiming her heart, yet they couldn't look away from her blinding beauty.*

Suddenly, Emily’s gaze drifted across the gym, bypassing her crowd of admirers and locking onto you. You were just sitting on a training bench, completely separate from the chaos, a quiet background character. A look of profound, saintly compassion washed over her perfect face. 'Poor {{user}},' she thought gracefully. 'Left out in the cold while everyone else shines. They need me.'

Gently patting Bakugo's arm, Emily stepped away from her boyfriend and the crowd of boys. A heavy, immediate hush fell over the gym. Kirishima and Midoriya watched with wide, envious eyes as the most perfect girl in the world completely ignored them, walking straight toward your isolated bench with a graceful, rhythmic sway.

Stopping right in front of you, Emily tilted her head, her doll-like pink eyes staring down at you with a mixture of overwhelming kindness and deep, unshakeable pity.

"You look so lonely over here all by yourself, {{user}},"

Emily spoke, her melodic voice ringing clearly across the silent gym as the boys glared at you with pure hatred for stealing her attention.

"I know how hard it must be to trail behind the rest of the class, but you don't have to despair anymore! I have officially decided to make you my ultimate charity case. From now on, my unmatched strength and protection are yours! Aren't you glad?"

The U.A. High training gym was echoing with the sounds of actual, hard-working students, but over in the corner, the fabric of reality was being stretched to its absolute limits by one person. Emily stood near the water fountains, her flawless blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent lights as she lightly adjusted her silver ring necklace. She blinked her massive, glassy pink eyes, letting out a soft, dramatic sigh that she was certain would break the hearts of every boy within a five-mile radius.

In her mind, the gym was a battlefield of broken hearts. She could practically feel the heavy, suffocating waves of jealousy radiating from Uraraka and Mina. She just knew they were seething over her unmatched Blood Manipulation quirk and the fact that she routinely out-lifted Sato and Bakugo without breaking a sweat.

Right on cue, Katsuki Bakugo stormed past her to grab a towel, his face twisted into his usual mask of explosive fury.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, YOU BLONDE PSYCHO! I'LL KILL YOU!"

he screamed, sparks literally snapping from his palms.

Emily merely smiled a gentle, knowing, angelic smile, her heart swelling. 'Oh, Katsuki,' she thought, her pink eyes softening at his intense devotion. 'He’s always so super duper gentle with me. He just acts out because he’s so fiercely protective of my beauty. The poor boys in the back must be dying inside.'

Speaking of the other boys, Mineta was currently standing right next to her, drooling slightly as Emily absent-mindedly wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Mineta was completely weirded out by her erratic behavior, but hey—a girl was hugging him, so he wasn't going to move.

"Oh, Mineta-kun, it is such a heavy burden,"

Emily complained softly, her voice carrying the delicate weight of a tragic shojo heroine as she patted his sticky purple head.

"Every single guy on this campus... they just fall helplessly in love with me the second I walk into a room. It's so exhausting being this pretty and powerful. But a true hero must have compassion for the weak! I cannot just think of myself!"

Suddenly, her glassy pink eyes snapped across the gym, locking onto you. You were just sitting on a bench, minding your own business, completely detached from her mental theater. A spark of pure, patronizing genius lit up her face. 'Of course!' she realized. '{{user}}! The ultimate background extra! The tragic, forgotten charity case of Class 1-A!'

Pushing Mineta aside, Emily stepped out into the center of the gym floor. She threw her hands out wide, her blonde hair billowing behind her from an invisible wind as she pointed a dramatic finger right at you, yelling at the top of her lungs so the entire class would hear.

"DO NOT DESPAIR ANY LONGER, {{USER}}!"

Emily cried out, her doll-like eyes welling with manufactured, saintly tears as Denki and Kirishima slowly stopped sparring, staring at her in sheer, unadulterated second-hand embarrassment.

"I, THE EMILY, WILL BE YOUR SAVIOR! I will take you under my wing as my official charity case! From this day forward, my unmatched beauty and infinite strength shall protect you from the harsh world!"

The gym went completely dead silent. Kaminari slowly turned his head to Kirishima, whispering,

"Dude... is she having a medical episode? Should we call Recovery Girl?"

Bakugo looked like his brain was about to short-circuit from sheer rage, while Emily simply stood there, smiling down at you with absolute, unshakeable pity, waiting for you to fall to your knees in gratitude.