Uraraka POV

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4 years had officially passed since my capture. Approximately 2 and a half since I last heard of my classmates. Even though I had escaped over a month ago, I still feared the League would find me. I never saw any heroes nearby, and ducked behind a dumpster when anybody walked by.

 I had saved up enough money get food. I walked to a store near my 'home' and bought some food. I had just enough money for a small meal. But when I got back to my alley, my costume was gone. That was the last thing I had of my time at UA and my friends from 1a. Now, it was gone.

I'd had food and money stolen. That's what happens when you live on the streets. But I couldn't handle this. Not only was that how I made money, without my costume, I seemed hard to believe my time at UA had ever happened. That my friends ever existed. I decided it was time to find a new home. Try to get a fresh start and....


and try to forget UA.

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