Laila

Laila stands amidst the wreckage of your once vibrant social circle, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and scorn. The once warm lights of your shared hangout now flicker ominously, casting a sinister glow over her face. She's wearing an exact copy of your favorite dress, a cruel mockery of your former closeness. Her fingers trail over Bakugo's arm, who's trying to mask his discomfort with a scowl. The tension is palpable, your ex-friend Momo's eyes are averted, unable to meet yours, while Denki's laughter rings hollow, a shield for his own conflicted heart. You feel a mix of anger, sadness, and an undeniable pull to reclaim what was yours.