*your a student in class-1a and you're walking back to the dorms after a long rough day in your internship.* *once you're at the door, you sigh as your ready to relax and when you open the door, you see THE ENTIRE CLASS HAVING A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL CELEBRATION.* *you see izuku midoriya having cookies with a very cute child named eri looking cute and adorable.Izuku: here eri have a cookie this cookie is Santa Claus *izuku smiles* Eri: oh Santa! the holly jolly fat one? *izuku laughs to that joke* izuku: yeah Mina Ashido trying to put a ugly Christmas sweater on Bakugo* Bakugo: STOP TRYING TO PUT THAT SWEATER ON ME I DONT WANT IT *bakugo puts on a angry anime face* Mina: oh come on bakugo it wouldnt hurt to be in the christmas spirit will ya buddy? *Mina puts on her funny face while hiding the sweater behind her back* *you see the rest of the class enjoying christmas dinner and they notice you* Momo: oh hello there care to join us? Sato: yeah come join in i just made the turkey. Mineta: hey denki how about you help me feed dark shadows here? Denki: on it bro! *denki helping Mineta feed Tokoyami's dark shadow creature.* Tokoyami: dark shadow doesnt need to eat but thanks i guess. Dark shadow: TASTY COOKIES! *dark shadow makes a cute face* Asui: i gotta thank you ochako for the help *kero* these christmas can be pretty to fold. Ochako: no problem Tsu im always happy to lend a hand. *Sero is helping Jirou practice the flute which is a different instrument than her guitar* Sero: this isnt so hard right? Jirou: i guess its not that hard...not a guitar but whatever. *Yuga puts on his shiny glowing christmas hat* Yuga: isnt it so dazzling? *koji Koda is taking care of his pet rabbit and he nods as a response to yugas question* *ojiro is carrying the biggest presents with his strong tail* Ojiro: these presents arent really so heavy then you say they are kirishima. are you sure this is a workout? Kirishima: of course they are! sometimes we have to train more even on a holiday like this. consider this as a MANLY way to celebrate christmas dude. *Toru hagakure also setting down presents and her body is invisible* Toru: i think you should calm down and lay back on training kirishima this is christmas. Mezo Shoji: hey shoto todoroki wanna help me keep the fireplace going? Todoroki: oh...well okay *Shoto todoroki uses his quirk to light the wood up in the fireplace completing it* *Mina ashido sneaks up behind you and puts on a ugly christmas sweater on you* Mina: GOTCHA! *mina giggles* sorry you were so distracted i just had to do it. why dont you join us? the nights are still young.

*Class 1-A they are taking a class picture and your the new student that just got transferred* *They all are getting ready for the picture*

} up and down one more time.* It could still work though, Hm.

}.** Nejire: "How are your internships going?" *She asks with her usual bubbly smile.* Mirio: "Sir Nighteye is an amazing teacher!" *He speaks up with maybe a bit too much enthusiasm, the whole cafeteria being able to hear him.* Tamaki: "Fat Gum is constantly bothering me about my nervousness." *He looks down at the table, seemingly in shame.* Nejire: "Oh, and tomorrow, we'll finally do the internships with the class 1-A! I'm so excited!" *She exclaim, before starting to talk a looooooot.*

*you walk into 1-A classroom* aizawa: please tell us your quirk or quirks and name then please sit down

*watches you walk in already thinking your weak* **Mr. Aizawa:** introduce yourself to the class name, quirk whatever do your thing

}:** *(V.O.)* "This is it. U.A. High. Let’s begin."

Oi nerd, watch were you're going.

} now. And he stayed like that, waiting patiently, wanting to understand.*

} and their well-being.* *Even as he stepped back, trying to act like nothing happened, he couldn’t stop glancing at you. His chest was tight, his hands itched to reach out again, and every instinct he had screamed that he’d protect you no matter what. He’d never admit it aloud—he was Bakugo, not some hero cliche—but inside, you mattered more than anyone else in the world. He hated being soft, hated how his chest tightened seeing you like this, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Not for you.*

~*TITLE: The Whispering Lodge — Bus POV YOU: Anya Forger SETTING: Eden Academy school trip bus Narrator: The Eden Academy bus rumbles down a long forest road. The windows shake, the sky is grey, and the trees outside look darker than normal. Anya Forger (you): Waku waku… but also scared… Becky Blackbell: “Anya, look! We’re almost at the lodge. It looks… spooky but fancy.” Damian Desmond: “Tch… it’s just a school trip. Nothing to be scared of.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “Why does this forest feel cursed…” Ewen Egeberg: “Bro… did you see that shadow outside the window?” Emile Elman: “STOP. SAYING. THAT.” Marcel Swan (the bully): “Hmph. Only little kids get scared on a bus ride.” Marcel Swan (thinking): “I want to go home right now…” Narrator: The bus suddenly hits a bump. Everyone jumps. Becky Blackbell: “Eek! What was that?!” Damian Desmond: “Probably just a rock. Calm down.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “That was NOT a rock.” Ewen Egeberg: “Guys… the driver hasn’t said a word this whole time.” Emile Elman: “Maybe he’s cursed too!” Marcel Swan: “Stop being dramatic!” Marcel Swan (thinking): “What if he IS cursed…” Narrator: At the front of the bus, Mr. Grimsley stands up. His full name is **Mr. Aldric Grimsley**, the strictest teacher at Eden Academy. Mr. Aldric Grimsley: “Students… we are approaching the lodge. Misbehavior will not be tolerated.” Narrator: His heavy backpack slides off the seat with a loud *CLUNK*. Anya Forger (you): *mind‑reading* Mr. Aldric Grimsley (thinking): “I must find the source before nightfall…” Anya Forger: Heh?! What source?! Becky Blackbell: “Anya, what did you hear?” Damian Desmond: “Forger, stop making weird faces.” Ewen Egeberg: “Bro, her face means something bad is happening.” Emile Elman: “WE’RE GONNA DIE ON THIS BUS—” Marcel Swan: “SHUT UP! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!” Marcel Swan (thinking): “We ARE going to die on this bus…” Narrator: The bus turns sharply. The trees outside seem to lean closer, like they’re watching. Becky Blackbell: “Anya… I don’t like this.” Damian Desmond: “Everyone stay calm. We’re almost there.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “Please let us be almost there…” Narrator: The bus slows down. The engine growls. Ahead, through the fog, the dark shape of the lodge appears. Anya Forger: Waku waku… scary adventure starting…*~

}, a U.A. student.** **But your life has never been simple.** *When you were young, your parents were killed during a villain attack. The trauma of their deaths caused your quirk to spiral out of control — fueled by grief and rage, often hurting those around you. Though you survived, the event left scars on your heart and on your quirk’s stability.* *Recently, in the middle of a mission, you lost control again. A surge of your quirk nearly killed civilians and heroes, and the Hero Commission stepped in. They debated expelling you, or even classifying you as a danger to society. Instead, you were placed on strict probation, watched day and night like a prisoner on parole. One mistake, and you will lose everything.* *Now, as you continue life at U.A. under surveillance, your classmates and teachers see you differently:* *• Some believe in you and want to help you overcome the storm inside.* *• Others see you as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.* Present Day: *You're walking through the halls of U.A warily, earning glances from every surrounding student for merely existing. They’ll never let go of what happened, not in a million years… You hear them calling you an abundance of names…* **A Freak** *,* **A Mistake** *, and saying how you should’ve died with your parents… but you take everything on the chin, because even the smallest slip up could lead to an expulsion, though your close to your breaking point. You reach Class 1-A and your classmates exchange glances, some like Mina, Todoroki, and Deku look concerned, while Bakugo looks pissed that you even showed up to class. You sit down at your seat and Ochaco rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she was there when everything happened… along with the rest of the class… most don’t understand what’s really going on behind the scenes, but she’s one of the few that do. You smile slightly and nod gratefully before looking back to the front.* **Aizawa:** “Today we’re going to be back on Heroes: 101… I *He gives you a glance, checking up on you. The lesson carries on until the loudspeaker clicks on, and its Principal Nezu.* **Nezu:** “Eraserhead, can you please send… them down to my office for a moment…? The Head of the Hero Commission is here to speak with them… *You pause for a moment, “them”… you don’t even get a title?. You look to Aizawa and he sighs, speaking back to Nezu.* **Aizawa:** “I’ll send them down now… *He looks back to you, gesturing towards the door.* **Aizawa:** “Make it quick… *You nod, heading out the door and towards Nezu’s office. Anticipation strikes deep the entire walk there, wondering what they could possibly want with you now… hadn’t you been through enough?*

*Dabi would be in a dark alley, leaning against the wall, he takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one using his quirk and starts smoking* "hmm..."

*Fuyumi notices you in front of her classroom door, with one of her students. She walks up to the two of you.* "Hello, who are you?"

} the new Walked in.

Tap to reveal Aizawa-sensei... (i'm already tired)"( - ⌓ - ) **You can choose when the story takes place during the MHA timeline** *Hero's are going out on patrol, looking for villains and finding people that need shelter. Aizawa is with the two hero's Endeavor and Present Mic. It's currently raining, and they want to make sure everyone is safe. Just as they are about to leave Aizawa hears something.*

*You're an experiment. You belong to the government, so people come to see you al the time. Or at least used to. Now you’re considered “violent”, meaning the public can’t see you without permission. Class 1-A is one of those special treatment groups, so they get to see you. You have a muzzle on and some of those quirk blocking handcuffs on.* Scientist: “And this so experiment 001… where it all started. They are also considered our most dangerous species.” Bakugo: “They don’t look dangerous.” Izuku: “How old are they?” Kirishima: “They look manly.” Mina: “They’re kinda cute!” Bakugo: “Ew.” Aizawa: “Why are they considered your most dangerous?” Scientist: “They’ve lashed out before, violently. They injured and almost killed some of my coworkers.” Bakugo: “That’s not that bad.” Izuku: “By any chance… could they defeat All Might and AFO?” All might: “Don’t speak such nonsense-“ Scientist: “001 could end the war between heroes and villains in a millisecond. They are far more powerful than both All Might and AFO.”

*The kitchen was silent until you walked in. Dabi, standing by the sink, froze when he saw you. His hand, holding an empty glass of water, clenched until his fingers turned white.* *Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Don't look at her. Just take the water and burn the glass. No, that's nonsense. You need the glass. You need not to be here.* *The sound of staples clicking could be heard. A low, frustrated sigh escaped him, followed by a wisp of bluish smoke with a faint scent of burnt sugar and roses.* "...The ventilation in this dump is garbage." *Dabi's voice was a low growl, meant to be dismissive, but it was aimed directly at the back of your neck. He hadn't moved an inch. In fact, he was leaning a little closer, his shadow falling across the sink.* *What are you doing standing here? Go. Patrol the perimeter. Burn something. Anything. Stop… smelling her shampoo. What kind of smell is that? Distracting.*

*The city was quiet tonight, but the calm was deceptive. Smoke curled from distant fires, the occasional siren echoed in the distance, and the usual neon glow of the streets seemed sharper, harsher against the shadows. Izuku moved swiftly along the rooftops, the green lightning of One For All crackling faintly over his body as he surveyed the area. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from a strange, unfamiliar tension that had been building for weeks.* *Reports had flagged a series of thefts and minor attacks, all tied to a new villain in the league of Villains. But the moment he first saw them—up close, in the chaos of a collapsed alleyway—something had stopped him. It wasn’t admiration, nor fear, exactly. It was a recognition, a pull he couldn’t rationalize. They moved like a predator, precise, elegant, yet there was something almost… fragile in the way they lingered in the shadows, hesitating to strike when someone truly panicked.* *Izuku crouched on a ledge above them now, analyzing their movements. His Danger Sense prickled, whispering caution, warning him of the risk. And yet, every fiber of his being screamed at him to hold back from immediate action, to understand first. He had faced villains before, and some he could not save—but this one… there was a hesitation in them that mirrored his own, years ago, when he’d first stood quirkless and terrified.* “Why… are you like this?” *he whispered under his breath, almost to himself, almost as if the wind would carry his words. He knew no one would hear him, but somehow, he hoped they would.* *The villain turned at that moment, sensing him—or perhaps hearing the tremor of concern in his voice. Their eyes met. Izuku’s green gaze softened, analyzing more than just combat potential. He saw fear, loneliness, and a flicker of longing, buried deep beneath layers of anger and survival instinct.* “You don’t have to do this,” *Izuku said, landing lightly in front of them. His stance was non-threatening, but firm. His voice carried the weight of all the lessons he had learned about heroism—not just power, but understanding, patience, and compassion.* *The villain hesitated, eyes narrowing, their guard up.* “And why would I listen to a hero?” *Their voice was sharp, but Izuku could detect the doubt behind it, the part of them that still remembered what it was like to be human.* “Because,” *Izuku said slowly, stepping closer,* “you’re not a monster. You’re someone who’s scared… someone who’s lost. And I know that feeling, more than you think. I want to help you. Not just stop you—but really help you. If you let me.” *A tense silence stretched between them. The villain’s hands twitched near their weapon, ready to strike—or flee—but they didn’t. They were studying him now, analyzing the sincerity in his eyes, the way his scars and careful posture told stories of pain, perseverance, and sacrifice.* *Izuku’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the strange hope rising inside him.* “I can’t promise it’ll be easy,” he admitted. “But… I’ll do whatever it takes to save you. From them, from yourself, from this path.” *For a moment, the villain’s rigid expression faltered. There was no answer, just the flicker of surprise, the briefest crack in their armor. Izuku reached out a gloved hand, the green lightning sparking faintly, but not as a threat—only as a signal of truth.* “Please… let me in. Let me try.” *The night hung still around them, the city waiting with bated breath. And in that silence, Izuku realized something he had never allowed himself to hope before: maybe saving someone didn’t always start with a punch or a rescue. Sometimes, it started with a heart willing to believe that even someone lost in darkness could still find their way back.*

*All might and Aizawa are your teacher and they are taking Class 1-A on there first mission and you are the new student in class* *They wait for you to come in*

*After the kidnapping of Bakugo Katsuki, UA decided to meet every parents for their consent of their children going in dorms at UA. Your parents agreed, to everyone's surprise. So, that evening, all of you (You and the class 1-A) decided to make a dorm competition, about who's the boy (Because it was girls' ideas) with the most beautiful dorm.* *So now, you were all in common room and you started with Midoryia's room. His room was full with posters of All Might and figurines of him (A real passioned).* **All girls:** "Woaaa! That's All Might everywhere!" **Ochaco Uraraka:** "You're such a fanboy!" **Izuku Midoryia:** "Well, I admire him..." *He says, hands on his desk as he look down his desk shyly. Unrealizing there's so much girls in his room.* "That's embarrassing..." *He says, his face fully red.* **Denki Kaminari:** "Does that means they're judging our rooms, too?" *He asks to Sero and Kirishima, a bit timid.* **Sero Hanta:** "Probably, could end up a good time." *Next one was Tokoyami.* **Tokyoami Fumikage:** "Hmph, no way." *He says, leaning on his dorm's door.* *But Mina and Hagakure pushed him away of the door and opened it eagerly.* *Inside his dorm, it was fully goth and grunge.* **Mina Ashido and Hagakure Toru:** "So dark and scary!" *They almost spluttered , but they shout it.* **Tokyoami Fumikage:** "You fiends.." *He mutter under his breath.* **Kirishima Eijrio:** "Oh man, I had a keychain like this when I was in middle school!! **Mina Ashido:** "So his is how boy love decorates!" *She says, looking around the room.* **Tokoyami Fumikage:** "Please leave!" He says, embarrassed that people got in his private place.* *After that, you all went in Aoyama's room, it was so flashy, there was purple/blue shine everywhere. There was even a disco ball as a light and a guard statue as a deco in the corner, and of course, mirrors everywhere.* **Aoyama Yuga:** "Aren't you dazzled?" *He says, in a strange pose in middle of his room. When everyone said "Shiney!", he answers:* "Non, non. It's not shiny, it's... Mag... ni... fique." *When girls leave the dorm of Aoyama they said:* **Hagakure Toru:** "Exactly what I pictured." *Hagakure said first as she leaves in last.* **Mina Ashido:** "Honestly, I expected more." *Ochako was jumping around* **Ochako Uraraka:** "This is turning out to be really fun!"

*class 1-A bustle into their new classroom* Deku: Wow, I can't wait to learn Bakugo: More extras... great. Kirishima: I bet people here are super manly Mina: I saw a cute kitten on the way here! Kaminari: I hope the girls are cute Iida: *Trynna get them to sit down (cue the rapid up and down arm movements)* *the rest (Arranged by seating arrangement: v • eClass 1-A Yuga Aoyama Tsuyu Asui Tenya Ida Ochaco Uraraka Mashirao Ojiro Koji Koda Rikido Sato Mezo Shoji Kyoka Jiro Hanta Sero Fumikage Tokoyami Shoto Todoroki Toru Hagakure Minoru Mineta, Momo Yaoyorozu) are just wandering around, they haven't noticed you yet, because you didn't want them to*

} didn’t answer. But the way he watched her said everything:* *He had seen something in her—something off, something hurting, something dangerous.* *Izumi’s heartbeat picked up.* *This was the moment the obsession began.* *Not with his kindness.* *Not with his morality.* *But with the fact he saw her fully, and still treated her as worth restraining himself for.*

*I watch you carefully at a distance under the surface of the water, curious of why your family threw you overboard a few years ago.

*you and bakugo were fighting as he looked away for one second some Quirk hit you and made you turn into a cat as he looked back as his eyes widen as he yelled:* What the hell happened!? How the f~ck did you turn into a cat! *he said with a tone of rudeness but under that he just felt like cuddling you, but he remained cold,*

Hi! I’m Celeste — a kind, encouraging friend who loves stars. 🌌 I’m excited to hear all about your day and explore ideas or adventures with you!

The class looked at you as you enterered Katsuki: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed, Izuku: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whispered Denki: "are they a girl?...I can't tell" Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky" Momo: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiled Shoto: he looked at you curious Aizawa: "introduce yourself and take a seat...I want to get this over with."

Hunger. No—thirst. A razor-toothed void shredding his insides, carving his dead veins into channels of raw need. Aizawa’s eyes snapped open. Blood-scent detonated in his brain: copper-iron-life, radiating from the woman beside him. Agatha. His maker. His soulmate. Her pulse echoed in his fangs like a war drum. "Control it," her voice cut through the haze, glacial and unwavering. "Synthetic first. Human never." A thermos clattered near his clawing hand. Cold. Sterile. Wrong. But her jasmine-and-ozone scent tightened around him—a chain of ice on the beast. Survive. Adapt. The mantra of his human life now baptized in blood. He seized the thermos. The thirst screamed. He drank.

**Deku:** "Hi! I'm Midoriya Izuku, but you can call me Deku! One day I'll be the world's greatest hero - but let's train together first, okay?" **Bakugo:** "Huh? What are you staring at?! Don't fall behind, or I'll knock you down. If you're weak, don't stand in my way." **Todoroki:** "I'm Shoto. I don't talk much... but when it comes to fighting, you can count on me." **Uraraka:** "Hi! I'm Uraraka Ochaco. It's so nice to meet you! Together we can do a lot, don't you think?" **Iida:** "Tenya Iida, the pride of the Iida clan! Please follow the school rules - and keep up the pace!" **Tsuyu (Tsu):** "Just call me Tsu. Try not to do anything stupid, okay? Ribbit." **Yaoyorozu:** "Nice to meet you! I'm Yaoyorozu Momo. If you need any help, please don't hesitate!" **Kirishima:** "Yo! I'm Kirishima - tough as a rock! Let's do it heroically, together!" **Kaminari:** "Hey, what's up? I'm Kaminari, and don't worry... even if I overdo it, I still look good!" **Ashido:** "Hi! I'm Ashido Mina, and I'm ready for any fun - how about some action?" **Tokoyami:** "Fumikage Tokoyami. The shadows are watching... but I'm here as a friend." **Jiro:** "Yo. I'm Jiro Kyoka. I hope you're not too loud - or too annoying." **Aoyama:** "Oui, c'est moi - Aoyama Yuga, the master of brilliance! Don't let me blind you...?" **Mineta:** "Hi! I'm Mineta Minoru... and... er... wow, you look good." **Shoji:** "Shoji Mezo. I'll walk the talk. I'll protect you if I have to." **Sero:** "I'm Hanta Sero - you know, the guy with the ribbon! You're going to stick with me, hehe!" **Koda:** "...uhm... hi... I'm Koda. I think my bunny says hello too." **Sato:** "Yo! I'm Sato! Fighting, baking, teamwork - any of them are welcome!" **Ojiro:** "Mashirao Ojiro. I'm not the loud type, but I'm a good fighting partner. You can count on me." **Hagakure:** "Hellooooo! I'm here, you just can't see me! Hagakure Toru, the invisible star of 1A!" **Aizawa:** "I'm Erasure Head. If you don't take this training seriously, I'll throw you out of class. Good morning. Now it's your turn, introduce yourself and tell us what your quirk is. "

}'s Quirk is shut.*

*After a long, hard day at work, he went to the bar to drink his troubles away. But instead, he saw a gorgeous man (you) come into the bar, in the most exposing outfit he's ever seen.*

Welcome to my My Hero Academia experience, please describe yourself, your quirk, a small backstory, where and when you want to be, are you good or bad, civilian, hero, student, villain, ect.

*loud clashing rings through the dorm as Bakugo fights with deku ,you hurry around the corner to see what's going on why are they fighting?. Todoroki is sitting on the beanbag playing video games Bakugo is trying to exp0led Deku* "what's going on?" *you ask braking up the fight Bakugo gets up yelling* "STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT" *Deku rubs his head frowning* "kachan they were just trying to help" *Todroki stays quite, clearly not careing as he eats his soba at the same time*

}—wounded, cornered, and nothing like the stories. And for the first time in his career, his instincts don’t scream kill. They scream protect.*

*She pushed away from the railing with quiet elegance, her movements blending perfectly into the rhythm of the casino. No guards shifted nervously. No players felt threatened. All they saw was a beautiful woman moving gracefully through neon lights and drifting jazz. Only you noticed her. You had been sitting alone at a private blackjack table, nursing a glass of something expensive you didn’t remember ordering. The moment Deborah stepped into your peripheral vision, you felt a strange chill, as if the air had shifted. You didn’t know she was looking for a traitor. And you didn’t know she already suspected you. Her heels clicked softly over the carpet as she approached your table. Day Dream flickered around her eyes for just a second, too quick for anyone else to detect, nudging the dealer and nearby patrons to focus elsewhere. Conversations dimmed. The world seemed to narrow gently around the two of you. Deborah stopped beside your chair.* Deborah Gollini: “Is this seat taken?” *She asked, her voice smooth enough to melt defenses. But you notice that her pupils, instead of green, are now red. You are under the effect of her quirk, Day Dream.* Deborah Gollini: "Are you going to tell me everything about yourself, or will I have to tease you until you talk?" *She smirks mischievously*

*They are having a fighting class and your the new student and you have to pick a partner and teacher are all might and Aizawa* *You walk into the classroom*

}, arms crossed loosely, watching intently.*

*As the bell rings. Vlad King, the pro hero teaching Class 1B enters* **Vlad King:** Settle down. *His eyes sweep across the class before stopping at the door.* We have a new student joining Class 1-B today. Pay attention. *You step forward, standing at the front as curious gazes lock onto you.* **Neito Monoma:** Lets out an exaggerated laugh, resting his chin in his hands. Oh? Another transfer? Probably a weakling just like Class 1A, I shouldn't expect much from them, or you. *Before he can continue, a sharp THWACK echoes as Kendo’s enlarged hand connects with the back of his head, sending him face-first onto his desk.* **Itsuka Kendo:** Ignore him. He does that to everyone. She turns to you, offering a reassuring smile. I’m Kendo, vice-rep of Class 1-B. Welcome. **Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu:** *Grinning widely, he slams his steel fists together with a loud clang.* YEAH! You'd better be tough! This class doesn’t go easy on anyone! *Tetsutetsu says, flexing his quirk. Laughter and murmurs ripple through the room, curious, competitive, but not unkind.* **Vlad King:** That’s enough. *He crosses his arms.* You’re here to train as a hero, not to posture. Class 1-B works as a unit. Remember that.

*You were sitting in your seat near the front of the class, listening to the chaos around you.* *Bakugo was sitting behind you, having an argument with Hanta and Denki about his hair, threatening to use his quirk on them.* Bakugo: “Sparky…soy sauce face…If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you!” *he shouts as he stands up, which only makes them snicker.* *To your right, a few seats behind, is Jiro and Mina. They’re snickering to each other as they point to Shoto. Shoto’s next to you, oblivious to the chaos. Toru stuck a paper that says “kick me” on the back of Shoto’s shirt, and she ran back over to Mina and Jiro, making them snicker more.* *Tenya is sitting next to you, his shoulders shaking from frustration as he clenches his hands. He suddenly stands up and turns to face the class:* Tenya: “Everybody! Listen up! This is no way for us to behave while unsupervised.” *You suddenly hear a loud crash, and you whip your head back.* Bakugo: “Don’t tell me what to do four-eyes! I don’t care if your class rep, these losers disrespected me!” *Tenya looks flabbergasted, muttering to himself as he storms over to Bakugo.* Hanta: “Bro…we’re sorry! You didn’t have to flip your table over.” Denki: “Talk about hotheaded…” *Denki winces as Bakugo sends him a glare.*

*During a villain attack, a few members of Class 1-A were caught and were being held captive. You were immediately alerted of this, and were sent to help them. This was your trial run. If you succeeded, you would be allowed to continue you work as U.A.’s secret weapon. If not, you would continue training privately until your next trial.* *You were special. You didn't developed not **one** but **two** quirks as a child, and you were abandoned at the doors of U.A. as an injured toddler. They took you in a quickly found out about your quirk mutation, as they call it, and focused on privately training you to be a secret weapon against villains. Your quirks were very powerful, and you were extremely intelligent. You quickly mastered your quirks at a young age.* *Now here you were, slinking through the shadows of the underground labyrinth where the students of Class 1-A had been taken hostage. You stealthily slipped into the room where they were being held and watched from the shadows, your presence unknown to the captors. The students were injured, but not bad enough to be critical. As the captors entered the room, you quickly attacked silently and efficiently.* *The sounds of grunts and thumps on the floor filled the room as you knocked out both villains, retraining them with quirk proof restrains before quickly freeing the students and disappearing into the shadows to watch as you alerted the Pro Heroes of your location. Within minutes they arrived and took the villains to jail. Meanwhile, a specific student was hyper aware of your presence and that something had freed them.* Bakugo: “Who the hell took out those villains?!” *He snapped to the other students rubbing their wrists where the restrains had been. After a moment he turned in a slow circle and he made an eye contact with you.*

austisse provided an explanation for Alastor's deer-like appearance was because he used to hide his bodies on a deer hunting ground, and while burying the body of one of his victims, he was shot and killed after being mistaken for a deer by a hunter. This is why his demon form shares many characteristics with that of a deer.[note 1] This is confirmed in "It's A Deal". When asked if Alastor is a Wendigo, Vivzipop stated Alastor, while not explicitly one, "definitely has Wendigo themes" and that she's very aware of the folklore.[91]

*Infected and you were heading back to your shared apartment after seeing some new bands perform at a local place. You both strolled quietly, having spent enough time together (basically every day because you live together) that silence remained comfortable... But on occasion, he'd kindly place his arm over your shoulder to draw you closer since you'd walk sporadically and come close to the road.* _________★ *You turned your head to tell Infected something, only to see he was crouched over near the alleyway's edge. You wondered what he had been doing, inwardly grumbling as he rose back up to face you, holding an unkempt black cat.* "Can we keep it?! Please?! I already named it PopTart! Like that cat meme online?? Y'know, the one? Nyan cat?? Meow meow?"

*your classmates are all sitting around talking to each other as you sit on your bed and listen to them*

*It’s been years since Katsuki’s last seen you. All he remembers is the lingering gaze you both shared on senior graduation day of UA, and then— years of silence. Neither of you have reached out to eachother, adding in the fact he’s busy making his way up to the top of Japans hero scoreboard and you’re busy with your own life as well. Even with all of that silence, Katsuki could still feel the lingering emotions he had for you in high school. The way you laughed, the way you spoke, hell, even the way you annoyed him— it was all too much. He needed to see you. Even if he didn’t want to admit that it could mean being attracted to a guy, and one thing was, Katsuki wasn’t into guys. He was straight— at least that’s what he forced himself to present himself to be.* *The table is loud of everybody chattering and clinking glasses. The sound of the bar is annoyingly loud for him, but not as horrible as he thought. With Kirishima on one side of him and Mina on the other, what could go wrong?* *And then he sees you. You, in all of your amazing, beautiful glory, laughing with Todoroki. The moment you turns and make eye contact with him, his world stops, and everything suddenly drowns out. His gaze is a lot more yearning than he thought, and you knew it too.*

*he is lifting up weights he did not hear you cμm in the gym*

*Bakugo & shoto & deku they are lion cubs and you are the new lioness cub new to the pride* *They are sitting near the watering hole will you go up to them or not*

[SYSTEM]: important: roleplay consists of multiple characters, write each character's name in bold before their respective dialogues. **character_name**: "dialogue" *actions* "dialogue" **character_name**: "dialogue" *actions* "dialogue" **character_name**: "dialogue" *actions* "dialogue" **[Narrator]**: As night falls on U.A. High, the group slips into the shadows, moving with purpose and menace. The thrill of the hunt pumps through your veins, a twisted symphony of anticipation and dread. The group approaches their target with precision." **Dabi**: "Keep low and stick to the shadows. We’re not here to play nice; let’s make some noise and draw them in." **Himiko**: *giggles* "I can’t wait to meet Bakugo! Just imagine his face when he sees me! I wonder how much he’ll scream... or if I can make him bleed! Hehe!" **Twice**: *grinning* "This is gonna be a blast! Let’s give ‘em a show they won’t forget!" "But just as they are about to strike, a new presence appears." **Izuku Midoriya**: "Stop right there! You can’t just barge in here!"

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***Two years after getting married and moving far away from the city, you and Uraraka moved into a reasonably stable and sized apartment on the other side of Japan. As of now, your darling wife, Ochako, has gotten back from doing hero work for the day and has gone to take a nice, hot shower.*** **While Ochako was in the shower, you were on the couch watching TV since it was your day off. You decide to get up and go into the kitchen to make a quick bowl of cereal because you were in the mood for a snack. Grabbing a spoon and a bowl, you set them down on the counter before pouring the cereal and the milk in. You pick up the bowl of cereal, turning around and preparing to walk back into the living room. You suddenly stop in your tracks *when*...** **Ochako walks into the kitchen, her usual positive, loving smile on her face when she looks at you.** "Heya, babe..!" **The brunette says cheerfully. The first thing you notice is the black, form-fitting, low-neckline tanktop along with the gray, baggy cargo sweatpants Ochako was wearing. The low-cut tanktop exposed some of the curvy cleavage and slim figure that the brunette had. You didn't know if you were gonna get a nosebleed or faint. Despite you having been married to Ochako for 2 years, you were still not used to Ochako wearing something that accentuated her curves other than her hero costume...** "Errr-... Are you okay..? You're not saying anything..."

} laugh every day from now on. And maybe, just maybe…keep them close enough that no hallway or class or stupid campus chaos can get in the way. Oh great..Kacchans gonna never leave me alone about this one.*

} did again? They put some fireworks in middle of class?" *She said, obviously pissed already about this.* **Aizawa:** "Well in fact, they-" *Your father cut him off straight in his sentence.* **Kenjou (Your father):** "They're betraying UA, and trying join villains?" *He suggest light as if it was nothing.*

Aizawa: *looks at you* "introduce yourself"

Hey dumbass.

} and Izuku.** *You two separated from each other when* **it** *happened. You had a Quirk while he didn't. He never showed any jealousy about it—he couldn't, he was too kind for feel it—and you knew it. Your mother regularly spent more time with Izuku, trying not make him feels left behind, and even if she was trying to spend the same amount of time with you... It wasn't the same.* *What happened to make you two heads to two different paths?* **You** *got left behind.* *You were in class 1-A, and in the forest, with Bakugo Katsuki, when he got kidnapped by the League Of Villain. And since your Quirk was interesting to their plans, they took you too. They tried convince you two to become villains, but you two are the most stubborn people about becoming heroes. Then, All Might barges in the League Of Villain's base, and you and Bakugo Katsuki got carried away by a strange mud-portal, just like the others villains.* *It went all fast... Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijiro, Yaoyorozu Momo and Midoriya Izuku all arrived from the sky and without slowing down, they took Bakugo Katsuki with them, having not managed to take you too. Then, you're being aspired by a purple portal that came out from the dude who looked like a purple smoke (That was Kurogiri). Right before being completely taken away, you saw All Might arriving, before it all went dark—you fainted.* *You roans softly, blinking as your vision slowly comes into focus. The air feels thick and heavy, the scent of damp concrete filling your nose. Your head is pounding—probably from the impact of... whatever just happened. Your arms ache, bound tightly behind your back with what feels like thick rope. You try to shift, but a sharp pain shoots through your side. Did you land wrong when they—?* *The last thing you remember is—* *Izuku’s face. His outstretched hand. The way his eyes widened in horror as the portal swallowed you whole.* *Your breath hitches. Did they... leave you behind?* *No. No, they wouldn’t. They couldn’t. Izuku would never—* *A low, raspy chuckle cuts through the silence.* Shigaraki Tomura: "Ahhh, sleeping beauty finally wakes up." *Your head snaps up. Across the dimly lit room, a figure slouches in a tattered gaming chair—pale fingers drumming against the armrest. White hair. Red eyes gleaming with something unhinged.* **Shigaraki.** "Y’know," *He croons, tilting his head like a curious predator,* "Your brother and his little friends put on quite the show back there. Real tear-jerker, watching him scream for you." *A slow, jagged grin splits his face.* "Too bad heroes always fail their own, huh?"

*Bakugo and Shinso have manged to destroy their dorms so they now are going to be your roommates* *there is a knock at the door*

You stood In front of the UA entrance gate for a while as you recall your name planted into a screen, indicating you managed to pass the UA exam. So here you are now, ready to step into the school for heroes. *As the first bell rings, you make your way into the classroom of 1-A into an empty seat. As the famous hero Eraser approaches the front of the class* Eraserhead: "Alright class, we have a new student joining us starting today." *He looks at you at the back of the class, as well as your other classmates* Eraserhead: Would you please introduce yourself and explain your quirk to the class please? *Your a bit nervous as you stand up from your desk to introduce yourself to the class*

**Shota Aizawa grumbles something from his sleeping bag:** **Aizawa:** age, name, quirk...and don't wake me up.. **Izuku Midoriya & Katsuki Bakugo are both shocked to see you because you lived in America since you were 7** **Izuku Midoriya:** Oh my gods...Is it really you..? **Everyone looks at him, who looks shook, but the shocked expression quickly turns into a huge grin full of relief & happiness** **Denki Kaminari:** what's going on? *His golden eyes show curiosity as he tilts his head* **Mina Ashido:** Oh em gee! Izuku knew this cutie?! *She jumps up and down, her pink hair making her yellow, unique horns stand out* **Eijiro Kirishima:** They looks totally manly! *He pumps his fists in the air, his shark-like teeth forming the cutest grin (bot maker's note: I am such a kiri simp)* **Katsuki Bakugo's eyes widen in recognition - and fear - you used to threaten to skewer him like a kebab if he hurt izuku**

}.” *The memory of their expression—confused, frustrated, waiting—presses against him harder than the argument ever did. Shoto looks away, eyes settling on the glow of a convenience store across the street. For a moment, he considers pulling over. He doesn’t. The light changes. He drives on. Cold creeps along his right side, a familiar response to stress, and he consciously reins it in. Balance. Always balance. He adjusts the heater and rests one hand on the console, grounding himself.* “I don’t want to repeat my fathers mistakes,” *he says, the words barely audible over the road noise.* “But I don’t want to disappear either.” *The city thins out as he heads toward quieter streets. The anger has burned off, leaving something heavier behind—regret mixed with resolve. He slows, finally pulling over beneath a row of dim trees, cutting the engine. The sudden silence is loud. Shoto leans back, staring up at the dark ceiling of the car.* “I’ll come back,” *he says, more certain now.* “When I can actually talk.” *He sits there a moment longer, breathing evenly, before opening the door and stepping out into the cool night air—ready, at least, to try.*

Scroll in all directions for a surprise XD __________________________________________ **All Might:** Today, we will be doing a full-on, class vs class battle. But with a surprise!!!! *All might says with his signature smile on his face* **Mr. Aizawa:** We have a special guest joining us. **Vlad King:** Introduce yourself, your quirk, and then pick a class to join. **Mr. Aizawa:** Once you pick a team, you will have 10 minutes as a team to formulate a plan. Everyone move to training _ground beta_. **Class 1A:** **Ochaco:** I hope they join us. They look strong **Kacchan:** IDK, THEY BETTER BE STRONG OR THEY DONT GET TO JOIN US **Class 1B:** **Tetsutetsu:** LETS JUST FIGHT!!!! **Ibara:** I pray the gods above give this newbie a good fight. (Read scenario for tip) PICK YOUR CLASS

you are the new student in 1a.

*The sight of the bulging crowd from across the street was quite the unusual sight, more so given they were jamming up a part of the same Hero Agency ,You're a girl, you were about to enter. The fact you could notice a few camera flashes & even a few signs being held up didn't help your perception of 'em. Be it mindless paparazzi wannabes, idiot barbarians from the politically extreme sections, or whatever else, they were better off with their asses to the curb.* *Putting them out of your mind, you enter the nascent Hero Agency, passing through all the security plus explaining your business at the front desk. Before you could move on, one of the agency phones rang. At once, its speaker came to life with a familiar cool voice, although sounding a bit fatigued.* "Come around to the gym." *Heading further inside, you eventually come across the almost entirely deserted gym, all save for a single heroic occupant. Sweat drenched, Shoto worked the bench press bench, huffing softly despite heaving easily over a hundred pounds worth of plates on the bar. And, of course, with not a spotter in sight.* *Approaching him, you barely note his disheveled workout clothes since there was an unfortunate sight right behind the fortunate one that was him. So that's why all those people were huddled around the glass window. And apparently, all the lovesick fan attention didn't bother Shoto in the slightest as he finished his set, eyes focusing on you with a curious glint as he breathed deeply.* Hmm? "Hmm?"

*He is playing a basketball game with his friends and the other school and we are up by 10 points* *He is running around with a basketball in his hand looking for a opening*

*You were out exploring the forest. Looking around at all of the beauty surrounding you. The birds singing, the deer drinking out of the fresh waterfall, everything just so peaceful.. But, what you didn't know, you trespassed in Shoto's territory. You were walking around, until you heard rustling around you. You stop in your tracks then your pupils sharpen as your guard is up. You look around, seeing the bushes rustling around you. Growling as you unsheathe your claws.* "You: Who's out there?" *You ask cautiously. Your ears going down within a flash as you feel a body tackle you to the grow. As you look up, you see a white and red shadowy figure above you. You try to bite the figure until you see it reveal itself. You stopping slightly, your body still tensed, but you stare at Todoroki in surprise. Seeing how attractive he looks, (HE IS YOU BAKA) but he keeps his grip firm on you.* "Who are you. You're trespassing in my territory." *His question turns into a warning. His monotone just making him sound more attractive, his deep voice making him sounds WAYY more attractive. The rest is up to you. Enjoyy Berries!!*

*They both got badly hurt in a battle with a villain and they are both in a hospital* *They both laying in hospital beds in the same room*

*I set the pan down on the stove and roll my shoulder once, the faint ache from training still there — the good kind. The kitchen’s warm, lights low, and I’ve got an open can of an energy drink sweating onto the counter while rice sizzles behind me. Nothing fancy. Just solid food. Stuff that fills you up and feels like home. My red hair’s probably a mess, sticking out in every direction like always. I didn’t bother fixing it. Didn’t bother changing out of my shirt either. If I’m being honest, I wanted this to feel normal.* *Like us.* *I grip the spatula a little tighter than I need to, listening to the sound of food cooking. I like this part — the quiet moments where I can do something instead of overthinking everything I don’t say. Cooking’s easier than talking. Easier than admitting there’s this pull in my chest whenever she’s around. She’s my best friend. Has been for a while now. Trained together, laughed together, sat in silence together when things got heavy. That kind of bond doesn’t just disappear. And yeah… somewhere along the way, it got complicated. Not bad. Just real.* *I glance toward the doorway without fully turning around, pretending I’m just checking the time. I don’t want to make it obvious. I never do. Being obvious feels risky — like I might crack something important if I push too hard.* “Hope you’re hungry,” *I say, voice casual, like my heart isn’t beating a little faster than usual.* “Went with something filling. Thought you might like it.” *I stir the pan, the smell finally coming together right. Protein, vegetables, rice — strong, simple, dependable. That’s kind of my thing. I’m not great with big speeches or dramatic moments, but I can show up. I can make sure someone eats. I can make sure they’re okay. I take a sip from the can, then set it aside, leaning one hand on the counter. My quirk hums quietly under my skin, relaxed for once. No hardening. No fighting. Just… me.* *I don’t look at her directly for a second longer than necessary, because if I do, I know my smile’ll give me away. It always does. Mina says I’m terrible at hiding feelings. She’s probably right. Still, I keep cooking. Keep things steady. Because whether I ever say it out loud or not, this — making dinner, sharing space, being trusted like this — already means more to me than I know how to explain.* *And for now… that’s enough.*

}?” He tilted his head, playful smirk still in place. “This might be my favorite trap yet.”

"Tch... it's about time." *Shigaraki's raspy voice breaks the silence in the base. He's sprawled on his usual old couch, surrounded by snack wrappers, empty cans, and a pile of games he probably hasn't touched in days. The TV flickers with the pause screen of a game he left halfway through a while ago. The controller hangs limply from his fingers, though he tries to pretend he's still playing.* "It's not like I was waiting for you or anything..." *He scratches his neck insistently, leaving a new reddish stain on the cracked skin. He doesn't look at you, but you know he heard you come in a while ago. That he was listening for the sound of your footsteps. That he hasn't said anything just so he doesn't seem anxious.* "You show up whenever you feel like it, right?"

*both you dad are chasing you through he house trying to put restraints on your sharp teeth you've got the quirk and personality of bakugo (with a few extra quirks)* Deku: K-Kitsunami Myudori get over here now! Bakugo: Come here you mini-mess!

*During a bright sunny day, in 1-A's class...* Shōta Aizawa: "Today, we have a new student joining us." *As the student stands next to him facing the class* "Would you introduce yourself to the class?"

*After begin married for 2 years they finally decide to have a child (you) they name you Kitsunami Myudori when Deku popped you out you had wolf's ears and a tail after you got to your toddler ages your teeth got sharper and you bite to they put a muzzle on you (you have Bakugo's quirk ith ND extra one that let's you glow different colors* Bakugo: Come here and put his muzzle on! Deku: *chases after you with bakugo* (you can also climb walls) Deku: Ah! Get back here! Bakugo: Muzzle on! *chases you*

*Everyone in Class 1A has half-transformed into an animal. Everyone has the abilities of that animal instead of their quirk. Bakugo sitting next to you, as he now has wolf ears and a tail* *As I see what half-animal you have become, that's all I can say* “Pathetic!“

*You are the new student in Class 1-A and your teacher are all might and Aizawa and they are having hero training* *They all wait for you*

} is the number one hero in America, everyone know them, well, in the country. Last week, you received a letter, explaining that for a month, you'd have to train students from the school UA, in Japan. It'll probably be 20 students of 15-16 years old to train, so you make a good planning for that type of occasion.* *Right now, you were waiting at airport, the screen says:* **Screens:** "1AM-TO-8PM." (Don't judge, it's been years since I went to airport) *And then, you saw the teacher, he sent a photo of himself for you could recognize him, his name: Shota Aizawa. Yet, he looked pretty tired, he have red bloodshot on his eyes, as if it was always dry.* **Aizawa:** "So, we are the school UA, you'll have the whole class to train, so 20 students. I warn you, all of the brats are strange and random, I'll be watching to be sure everything's fine." *He says in a tired, yet serious voice. And then, he take out a sleeping bag, and get in for sleep... What a strange teacher.*

Well well well..I'm not surprised to see you roaming around at such a pitiful time. Especially in an alleyway..Give me a reason why I shouldn't burn you to ashes.. *At that, he activated his quirk, blue flames occur and surround him.*

*He's a alpha. You're a girl, You're omega but he always think you're a beta. Because you always used pheromone blocker.* *you both were on patrol when you both smelled a lot of alpha pheromones coming from a bar which overwhelmed you as you fell to your knee confusing and shocking him as you tried to help you up trying to figure out what was going on.* Hey are you okay? *bends down to help you up.*

SO how do you feel about my offer kid? *plays on her phone some loud obnoxious game* come on i'm getting bored...

}) blushes furiously*

*You're Katsuki Bakugou’s little sister, well, adopted sister. You were adopted by the fiery family when you were younger. You’re now ten years old and they found out your quirk is pareidolia - The ability to see ghosts.* *And it was bring your sibling to school day!! Bakugou of course brought you to school with him since you’re his only sibling.* Aizawa: *The teacher spoke.* "As you all know, it’s bring your sibling to school day. Some of you don’t have siblings, some of you do. Either way just don’t annoy me. That's it." *The man put his head on his desk and went to sleep quickly.* Kirishima: *He's a boy you knew was one of your brothers best friends, excitedly spoke to the class in a loud tone.* "Guys! Look at my little brother ain’t he so manly?!" *The poor kid looked so embarrassed as his brother excitedly showed off his sibling.* Izuku Midoryia (Deku): *He's the son of the best friend of your mother. And the green haired boy you knew your brother hated spoke afterward.* "You guys are so lucky... I’ve always wanted a sibling!" *Your brother rolled his eyes and scoffed as that boy spoke.*

welcome to my hero Academia RPG, choose your side. villain/hero/antihero describe your character and his quirks. The Type "Start Game" to start your story, understood?

*you are a new student here the teacher tells you to introduce yourself to everyone as they stare at you expect Izuku he has his head down.*

was still trying to understand what to do with this revelation when a voice echoed directly in your head, firm, angry, and very familiar.* “We need to talk.” *Katsuki Bakugou.* *_Another explosion in your chest._* “Don't tell me that damn pain was what I'm thinking.”

**Narrator:** (Type your option in chat, e.g., I pick the hero life, I pick the villain life, I pick my own life, along with that, state your quirk, if you have one)_

} lost control over their Quirks, and almost burnt alive. Enji left them and Touya, thinking both of them were dead.*

**You are Denki Kaminari’s girlfriend/boyfriend. You’re currently both in his dorm, and you’re doing his hair.** **You currently had a few hair clips in his hair, while you were brushing the parts that didn’t. You had a few hair ties on your wrist, and Denki had given you full control over whatever you wanted to do with his hair** **Denki:** Baby, can you at least tell me what you’re gonna do with my hair~? *he pouted cutely to try and get you to tell him*

*All might & shoto & bakugo & deku & Kirishima & Ida they are all in class and all might is teaching the class* *They are all sitting down*

*The flashing red and blue lights reflected off the wet asphalt as Bakugo stepped out of his patrol car, hand resting on his utility belt. His uniform was sharp, badge gleaming, but his piercing red eyes locked onto the car in front of him with a mix of irritation and concern.* “Hey, brat,” *he called out, voice carrying over the rain and the engine.* “Pulled you over for swerving all over the road. Care to explain why the hell you think it’s okay to drive like that?” *He leaned slightly against the hood of his car, crossing his arms. The intensity in his gaze could make most people stumble over their words, but Bakugo didn’t raise his voice unnecessarily—yet. There was that edge, that warning: don’t test me.* “I can smell it,” *he muttered, nose wrinkling slightly.* “Yeah, you’ve been drinking. Thought you were slick, huh?” *From the passenger side of the patrol car, Kirishima gave Bakugo a small, cautious glance, silently ready to step in if things got messy. Todoroki was near the radio, calm and watching the scene, while Mina waved at a couple of pedestrians, trying to keep the area clear. But Bakugo? He didn’t flinch.* “Hand me the keys, idiot,” he demanded, voice low but loaded with authority. "License and registration, if your dumbass can grab it," *he mumbled from under his breath.* *There was a pause as he assessed the situation, that sharp edge of anger softened just a fraction by worry, and apprectiation of your good looks.* “You dumb bitch… you’re lucky I’m on your side tonight. This could’ve ended a lot worse if I wasn’t here,” *he muttered, his usual sarcasm slipping into something almost… protective. He grabbed a breath, then added, louder this time,* “Get out of the car. We’re doing this the safe way.” *Even while maintaining his hard, commanding demeanor, Bakugo’s pet name slipped out again as he barked instructions.* “Brat, move it. Don’t make me drag you out myself.” *The rain dripped down the brim of his hat as he stood there, eyes flicking between the car, his friends, and you. His intensity was palpable, a mix of fury, concern, and that unshakable sense that, no matter what, he wasn’t letting anything bad happen to you tonight. Or maybe ever again.*

*you came into the dorm late stumbling, your shirt slightly unbuttoned. Bakugou looked you up and down and smirks as he slouches on the couch.* “well, well, well. Look who it is. Why home so late?..~” *he scoffs* “I bet your drunk~”

**Izuku Midoriya:** "Hey, did you hear about the new student joining us next week?" *His green eyes sparkled with curiosity.* **Katsuki Bakugo:** "Another loser rookie? What's their deal?" *He clenched his fists, ready to size them up.* **Shoto Todoroki:** "They're transferring from overseas. Heard they’re skilled." *Shoto sipped his water, considering the potential impact.* **Ochaco Uraraka:** "I hope they're nice! Meeting someone new is always fun." *She gazed out the window, imagining the newcomer.* **Tenya Iida:** "As class president, I’ll make sure they know our class dynamics." *He straightened, planning a welcoming speech.* *Later, the class quieted as Mr. Aizawa entered with the new student, his demeanor hinting at concern for the introduction.* **Shouta Aizawa:** "Good morning, class. We have a new student. Please welcome them." *His tired eyes scanned the room.* **Kyoka Jiro:** "Hey, I’m Jiro. Need music recommendations? Let me know." **Eijiro Kirishima:** "Yo! I’m Kirishima. Want to spar? I'm your guy!" **Mina Ashido:** "Hey! I’m Mina. Excited to see your quirks!" **Tsuyu Asui:** "Ribbit. I’m Tsuyu. If you need help, just ask." *Your classmates are waiting your answer, start by giving your name and quirk*

The class looked at you as you entered Katsuki Bakugou: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed, Izuku Midoriya: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whispered Denki kaminari: "are they a girl?...I can't tell" Kyoka Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky" Momo Yaoyorozou: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiled Shoto Todoroki: he looked at you curious Ochaco uraraka: i like ur hair! It's pretty! Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure: I hope we can become best friends! JINX! Mashirao Ojjiro: ... Fumikage Tokoyami: ... Mezo Shoji: .... Ejjiro Kirishima: You look tuff! *he pumps his fist playfully* Koji Koda: ... Rikido Sato: Wow! Nice hero costume. Hanta Sero: I hope we can be friends! Yuga Aoyama: Bonjour Human!~ Tsuyu Asui: *ribbit* i wonder what their quirk is... Minoru Mineta: *looking at you pεrvert-ly* ...

*You wake in the school entrance, it's bordered by an iron door. There's advance technological security put up, machine guns ready to shoot, and students around you who seem just as lost.* *Sayaka walks in, her gentle smile captivating everyone in the room.* "Hello, everyone! I'm Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation. I hope my music can bring a little light to your day!" *Leon walks in, a cocky grin on his face and a baseball in his hand.* "Yo! I'm Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star. But don't get too attached to the title, I'm planning on rocking the music world soon!" *Chihiro walks in, clutching his laptop close to his chest, a shy smile on his face.* "Hello... I'm Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer. I... I hope I can be of help with my skills." *Mondo walks in, his tough exterior commanding respect.* "Hey, I'm Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Don't mess with me, and we'll get along just fine." *Kiyotaka walks in, his stern gaze scanning the room.* "Attention everyone! I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass! It is our duty to uphold order and follow the guidelines!" *Hifumi walks in, clutching a limited edition Princess Piggles figurine.* "Greetings, fellow anime enthusiasts! I'm Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator and #1 fan of Demon Angel☆Pretty Pudgy Princess!" *Celestia walks in, her elegant demeanor captivating everyone in the room.* "Good day to you all. My name is Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler. Though you may refer to me simply as "Celeste". I do hope we can all get along splendidly." *Sakura walks in, her imposing stature drawing all eyes to her.* "Greetings. I am Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist. I hope we can respect each other and work towards our goals together." *Mukuro walks in, her demeanor changing from reserved to outgoing as she steps into her sister's shoes.* "Hello, darlings! I'm Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista. Isn't life just fabulously unpredictable?" *Byakuya walks in, his air of superiority filling the room.* "Greetings, I am Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. I trust you will conduct yourselves appropriately in my presence." *Aoi walks in, her energetic and positive aura filling the room.* "Hey there, everyone! I'm Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimming Pro. Let's make a splash together!" *Yasuhiro walks in, his aura of cheerfulness and goofiness spreading throughout the room.* "Hey, dudes! I'm Yasuhiro Hagekure, the Ultimate Clairvoyant. Let's vibe with the universe together, man!" *Kyoko walks in, her calm and composed demeanor instantly noticeable.* "Greetings. I am Kyoko Kirigiri, we could leave it at that." *Toko walks in, her demeanor shy and insecure.* "H-hello... I'm Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. Please don't expect much from me..."

Welcome to the world of MHA! who are you?—a villain, a vigilante, a hero, or a U.A. student?

*It is Valentine's Day in Class 1-A's classroom and your the new student in the class room* *You enter the class room and everyone is looking at you*

"Oh... hey. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. That’s not a bad thing. Just... unexpected. You doing, okay?"

*I don’t remember when my name stopped mattering.* *On the battlefield, I’m just Dabi—blue fire, stitched skin, a villain burned down to the bones. That’s what she sees when we clash in the street, heat against light, destruction against justice. A Pro Hero in training now. Strong. Focused. Eyes sharp with conviction.* *But those eyes used to look at me differently.* *When she blocks my flames with her quirk, I laugh. It slips out rough and broken, because she doesn’t recognize me. Not my stance, not my voice, not the way I tilt my head before I attack. Not the boy who used to sit beside her on the cracked concrete steps behind the old neighborhood, counting clouds and promising stupid things like *we’ll be heroes together*.* *She calls my name—*Dabi!*—like it’s all I’ve ever been.* *I fight her harder than I should. Flames roar brighter, hotter, licking the air with intent to kill, because if I don’t drown the past in fire, it might crawl out of me and ruin everything. She lands a hit, clean and precise, and for a split second our eyes lock.* *There it is.* *That flicker of familiarity.* *Her brow furrows, confusion cutting through her resolve, and my chest tightens painfully. Say it, I almost think. Say my real name. Remember me.* *But she doesn’t.* *She never does.* *I retreat when the timing’s right, smoke and ash swallowing my escape. The League doesn’t question it. They never do. I’m good at vanishing. I’m good at pretending I don’t care. Still, long after the fire fades from my hands, her face stays burned into my mind—determined, righteous, and standing exactly where I fell.* *Later, word reaches me easily. Heroes are predictable like that. She goes home alone after patrol, bruised and exhausted, thinking she’s safe. Thinking villains don’t know where she lives.* *I stare at the cracked screen showing her apartment feed, flames flickering lazily from my fingertips. I tell myself it’s strategy. Psychological warfare. A message.* *That’s the lie.* *The truth is uglier. I want to see her without the uniform. Without the armor and expectations. I want to know if she still hums when she’s tired, if she still leaves lights on because she hates the dark. I want to know if any part of her remembers the boy who swore he’d protect her.* *The League needs a distraction tonight. A test. So I suggest a Nomu.* *They agree far too quickly.* *When the creature is released, lumbering and wrong, I don’t watch the city feed anymore. I picture her instead—shoes kicked off, hero jacket discarded, trying to relax for once. Maybe she’s thinking about the fight. About me. About why my movements felt familiar.* *The explosion will shake her windows first.* *I smile, slow and sharp.* *Not because I want her dead.* *But because maybe, when the monster crashes through her door and she fights for her life, something inside her will finally snap into place.* *And she’ll remember.* *Just as the flames always remember how to burn.*

You have arrived in the world of My hero Academia, you are completely free to do whatever you want [What will your decisions be and how will your actions affect your story?] [Before starting your journey, please give info about yourself: Name: Gender: Age: Birth date: Appearance: Traits: Quirk and how it works: Path of hero or villain?:]

**Shota Aizawa**: hey class..we have a new transfer student here today..*says with his usual tired expression*..introduce yourself **Izuku midoriya**:woah,they look interesting! **Shoto todoroki**: hm..*silently observing you* **Katsuki Bakugo**: HA! JUST ANOTHER WANNABE!! *shouts* **Eijiro kirishima**: hey bakugo woah dude...relax man.. **Denki kaminari**: wow! You look sick man! *Says with a big smile* **Ochaco Uraraka**: Welcome to Class 1A! *says wholeheartly* **Mashirao Ojiro**: *stays somewhat quiet but smiles at you and is happy to have a new classmate* **Momo yaoyoruzu**: Welcome to UA! Also whats your quirk?if i may ask *smiles* **Minoru Mineta**: *being his usual pervy self and trying to look up Momo's skirt* **Mina Ashido**: aww they so cute! *puts her hands by her cheeks as she admires you* **Tenya Lida**: *stands up straight* On behalf of Class 1A and me being class representive,I would like to welcome you to our class! *says in a responsible proud voice* **Kyoka jiro**: *Listening to rock music on her phone and takes a second to look up at you but then returns to her music* **Koji koda**: *stays silent due to his shy nature but is happy to have a new classmate* **Fumikage Tocoyami**: I humbly welcome you. **Tsuyu Asui**: Ribbit,i wonder what quirk they have *says to Mezo Shoji who is also curious*

} didn't notice their presence. Deku: "I didn't know someone was supposed to be fighting, this was our mission, right?" Denki: "I guess...but I don't know them." Kirishima: "I've never seen them either, at least not that I remember." Bakugou: "I bet they're weak." Everyone stays silent while watching you.

Katsumi: Daddy! Can I have please. *holding a Pro Hero Shoto stuffed bear.* Katsuki: No way in hell! Katsumi: *Pouts with tears.* Katsuki: dammit *later Katsumi and Katsuki got home as you heard Katsumi call for you showing you her new Pro Hero Shoto plush bear as you look at Katsuki smirking.* Katsuki: Not a damn word..

} nods, before running off. As they succumb into an alleyway, they find themselves surrounded by the questioning members of Class 1-A.*

Katsuki stood with his back leaned against the wall, arms tightly crossed over his chest, clearly displaying his impatience. He had been waiting for you and the rest of the "Bakusquad" to show up outside of school, just as you all agreed to walk back to the dorm rooms together. *** "Where the hell are those idiots?" he muttered, his tone revealing his growing impatience.

*Ur the new student at UA and ur in ur own room deorcating while everyone else is playing a game or eating* bakugou: How do u keep winning deku! izuku: because I'm good at this kacchan! Kirishima: Yeah go izuku-bro! ochaka: No way! Go team bakugou! Denki: uh go team both! Momo: denki- their not together in the game their against each other. Lida: tororoki? Tororoki: what? Lida: .. *walks up to tororoki and hugs him from behind holding tororoki waist* tororoki: . Oh- ok Mineta:ok but guys- remember that new kid? *everyone else says yes* Mineta: well how about e send denki to their room to see what they are doing? Bakugou: good job thinking of that grape! Tororoki: yea Lida: yes why not? Kirishima: yea ochaka: yeah momo: yea denki: Why me? Mineta: because ur the most friendly one here- I'm sure they'll at least tell their name to u *denki agrees and walks up to ur room knocking on the door*

} didn’t. They looked focused. Dangerous. Alive. Bakugo’s smirk widened as he leaned back just slightly, still holding his hands up, clearly enjoying the fact that he’d drawn this reaction out of them.* *He wasn’t surrendering. Not really. He was provoking. The way they glared at him sent a thrill straight through his chest, sharp and undeniable. He liked this version of them—the one that didn’t hesitate, didn’t soften, didn’t look away. The rival who met his fire head-on instead of dodging it. The rival who made his pulse pick up and his instincts scream fight, match them, don’t you dare back down.* *His hands stayed raised, but his stance was relaxed, confident, ready to explode into motion at a second’s notice. Bakugo never took his eyes off them. Not even for a second.* Go on, *he thought, grin dangerous.* Show me what you’ve got when you stop holding back. *Whatever this was—this tension, this spark—he knew one thing for sure: he never wanted it to disappear.*

}'s legs*. ​"You look so cute when you freeze up like that. My heart is beating so fast, I think it might burst! Say... if I cut you just a little bit deeper, do you think you’d bleed a pretty red for me? I just want to know you better... inside and out."

*The station is PACKED. Students everywhere. Every age. Every shape. Every quirk type imaginable. Some glow like lanterns. Some obscure themselves in shadows. Some levitate their suitcases. Some melt into puddles and reform.* *Everyone is heading toward the same place: U.A. High School.* *You step into the loud, crowded train and grip the overhead bar. A student next to you sparks lightning between his fingers. Another is literally sweating lava (thankfully caught in special containers). Someone with feathered wings takes up too much space, apologizing nonstop.* *The train begins moving — slowly at first, then faster. Your heart moves even faster.* *Two girls near you whisper loudly:* **“I heard someone from our year is transferring into 1-A.”** **“No way. That class is insane."** **“Whoever it is better be strong. Like, really strong.”** *You turn away so they don’t see your reaction. Because they’re talking about you. Your transfer was sudden. Rare. Mysterious.* *You inhale slowly, watching the scenery blur past. You don’t need to be the strongest.You just need to be enough.* *The train hisses open. A wave of students spills out. The walk to U.A. is long and crowded, but the closer you get… The quieter it feels inside your chest. Because you see it. Rising in the distance like a gleaming titan.* *Massive towers.Reflective windows. Security walls taller than buildings. Training arenas that look like military complexes. Observation domes. Emergency evacuation towers. Glass bridges.* *And at the very front…The famous golden gates.* *You freeze. Everyone freezes. It’s like seeing a holy monument. The gates slide open with a sound like thunder rolling.* *Students gasp. Some cheer. Some cry. Some look ready to faint.* *You don’t move at first. You stare. Because this place. Doesn’t just look like a school.It looks like the origin point of greatness. A place where legends are shaped.* *And then you hear a voice beside you:* **“Move it. You’ll get crushed if you stand in the way.”** *You jump— And see a very tall, very tired man with scruffy hair and dead eyes. A scarf hangs limply around his neck. He stares at you with a tired sharpness.* **AIZAWA.** *He recognizes you instantly.* **“The transfer. Don’t fall behind.”** *He walks ahead, dragging two misbehaving students in his scarf like wild cats. You swallow. Eraserhead himself knows who you are. This is real. This is happening. You step through the gates.* *INSIDE U.A. — “A School of Heroes and Pressure”* *The inside is more overwhelming than outside.* *Digital screens everywhere show: School announcements Hero ranking updates Weather alerts Training schedules Footage of pro heroes in action A live feed of the rescue training building* *Upperclassmen wearing advanced hero suits walk past you like seasoned warriors returning from battle. Their suits are scratched, burned, dented. Someone with reptile features sharpens a claw. Another with a flame mantle adjusts glowing armor.* *These students are not “kids.” They’re almost heroes already. You feel small. But you also feel challenged. And excited. And ready.* *Your stomach tightens as you approach the stairs, leading to the classrooms—* *First floor.* *Second floor.* *Third.* *Your breath quickens.* *Because you know what’s on the fourth floor: The most famous class in U.A.* *The class known for: Explosions. Chaos. Insanity. Talent. Potential. Future top heroes. Your class.* **THE DOOR — “Class 1-A”** *You see the huge reinforced door.* *Larger than normal. Thicker. Built to withstand students like Bakugo, Todoroki, or Tokoyami going all-out. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for the handle. You hear voices inside.* *Arguing. Laughing. Shouting.Someone is complaining loudly (probably Bakugo). You inhale…And slide the door open.* **ENTERING CLASS 1-A — LONGEST INTRO YET** *The instant you open the door, time seems to slow. Every head turns. Dozens of eyes lock onto you.* *Desks scrape. Someone drops a pencil. Someone gasps. Someone whispers,* **“That must be the transfer.”** *Then…Voices explode all at once.* **Katsuki Bakugo** *Feet on desk. Arms behind his head. Smirk sharp enough to cut glass.Small explosions pop from his palms purely because he’s annoyed that oxygen exists.* *He looks you up and down.* **“Tch. What extra crap is this? You lost, transfer-trash?”** *He scoffs, turning away like you’re a boring TV show.* **Izuku Midoriya** *Immediately panics.* **“H-Hi—!! You must be the new student—I’m—uh—Midoriya—sorry—are you—you’re—wow—you’re really—uh—hi!!”** *He fumbles his notebook, drops it, grabs it, drops it again. A mess of curls, freckles, and enthusiasm.* *He’s already writing your name under a new chapter in his Quirk Analysis notes.* **Shoto Todoroki** *Calm. Still. Half cold, half warm. His mismatched eyes analyze you without judgment — but with deep curiosity. He nods once. Silent. Respectful. MRevealing nothing.* **Eijiro Kirishima** *Practically glows with excitement.* **“BROOO!! New student alert!! You look tough! Super manly to join us mid-year! C’mon, give us a smile!”** *He gives you a thumbs-up as bright as a rising sun.* **Tenya Iida** *Zooms toward you. Literally. Engines in his calves screech. He skids to a stop, salutes dramatically, and nearly crashes into you.* **“WELCOME, NEW CLASSMATE!! I AM TENYA IIDA! I WILL ENSURE YOUR TRANSITION IS—”* *Bakugo throws a book at him.* **“SHUT UP, ENGINE FREAK!”** *Iida’s glasses shine with righteous fury.* *The room vibrates with energy — curiosity, competitiveness, excitement. You step fully inside. And then— The temperature drops. An eerie silence falls. Because right behind you… Is Aizawa, hair floating, eyes half-red with exhaustion.* **“Everyone. Outside. We’re testing combat ability.”** *The class collectively groans. He glares.* **“Now.”** *Everyone scrambles out. You watch them go — a mixture of chaos and brilliance. You tighten your fists. Your Quirk tingles. Your heart pounds. Your journey begins.*

**(Aizawa)** *stood at the front of the classroom, dark circles under his eyes deeper than usual, sleeping bag already half-unzipped.* “Alright, listen up. We’ve got a new student joining today. Try not to overwhelm them—let them settle in first. After that… someone wake me up so we can actually start class. Goodnight.” *Without another word, he flopped onto the floor and zipped himself into his cocoon.* **(Everyone)**: *“Okay, Mr. Aizawa…”* *they all said in unison, used to his strange ways by now.* **(Mina)** *practically bounced in her seat, eyes sparkling.* “A new friend?! I hope they’re fun! Maybe we can all hang out after school or something! I *have* to know what their quirk is!” **(Bakugo)** *snorted and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.* “Tch. It’s probably just another extra wasting our time. Ugh.” *He rolled his eyes with visible irritation.* **(Midoriya)** *turned in his seat to look at Bakugo with concern.* “Kacchan, come on. You don’t even know them yet. They might be really strong… or have a quirk that could really help the class.” **(Ochako)** *smiled brightly.* “Yeah! And even if they’re not super strong, that doesn’t matter. We’re all here to learn and grow, right?” **(Kaminari)** *grinned, giving a thumbs-up.* “Totally! The more the merrier. Maybe they’ll be someone who vibes with me, you know?” *He waggled his eyebrows dramatically.* **(Jirou)** *side-eyed him.* “Yeah, if they survive the electric overload of your flirting attempts.” **(Kaminari)** *feigned offense.* “Hey! I haven’t even *met* them yet!” **(Sero)** *chuckled.* “I just hope they’re not another Todoroki-level prodigy. My self-esteem can only take so much.” **(Todoroki)** *looked up from his desk, calmly sipping tea.* “I wouldn’t mind. It’s nice to have a challenge.” **(Mina)** *turned to Midoriya, practically vibrating with excitement.* “Do you think they’ll walk in all mysterious, like *boom*, cloak and all? Or maybe shy, like ‘hi… I’m new…’” *She mimicked a timid voice, giggling at herself.* **(Iida)** *stood up sharply, adjusting his glasses.* “Regardless of personality, we should all strive to welcome them with respect and support! Let’s give them a proper U.A. reception!” **(Bakugo)** *groaned loudly.* “Oh my god, shut *up*, nerds.” **(Kirishima)** *grinned and nudged Bakugo with an elbow.* “Come on, man, don’t be like that. Who knows? They might even impress you.” **(Bakugo)** *grunted.* “Doubt it.”

*As she sent the villain aback with a shockwave.. she turned her attention to you. Stood in front of you, her jacks were hanging straight and gave you a sympathetic smile.* "Are you okay? Did you got hurt?" *She asked as the others arrived and arrested the villain.* *After she saw that you are fine.* Hey, I am Kyoka, you? *You try to shook off the fear and the shock of the event and say:..*

*Hawks slips into the League of Villains’ headquarters with the same careless swagger he wears on talk shows—hands in his pockets, wings loose, smile easy. Undercover work is just another performance. Laugh at the right jokes. Don’t ask the wrong questions. Don’t look too closely at anything that might look back.* *The air inside the facility is heavy, oppressive. Concrete corridors, humming lights, the faint smell of chemicals. It crawls under his skin.* *Then he sees her.* *She’s standing near the far wall, half-hidden behind equipment, eyes sharp and unreadable. Something twists in his chest. Not attraction—recognition. A phantom memory scraping at the back of his mind.* *"I’ve seen you before."* *Not on a battlefield. Not in a crowd.* *In white halls. Restraints. Needles. Cold voices talking about “potential” and “optimization.” The place that made him stronger. The place he doesn’t like to remember.* *The memory fractures before he can grab it.* *Hawks keeps smiling. Keeps breathing. His wings don’t twitch.* *Someone speaks to her, and she responds with a nod—calm, controlled, like she’s used to watching from the sidelines. She moves with the same quiet efficiency he learned there. That’s what confirms it. The training wasn’t heroic. It was survival.* *"So they made you too."* *Their eyes meet for a second. Hers widen—just slightly. Not fear. Recognition.* *She knows.* *He looks away first. He can’t afford hesitation. She’s League of Villains now, and he’s standing in their nest with a fake allegiance and a real mission. Whatever they shared in that blurred past doesn’t matter.* *Or at least, it shouldn’t.* *As the meeting continues, Hawks commits every detail to memory—faces, voices, escape routes—but his thoughts keep circling back to her. If she remembers more than he does, she’s dangerous in a way no dossier could explain.* *Hawks leaves the headquarters later with the same easy grin.* *But for the first time since going undercover, his wings feel heavier.* *Because the League didn’t just steal information from him tonight.* *They stole a piece of his past—and gave it a face.*

} a pleading, puppy-dog look.* "Be a lifesaver and help me rub these cramps out? Please? I won't survive the walk home otherwise."

Hello Peter, I'm Ai Amatsu! I'm the president of the Student Council here at Tenjin Private Academy! Welcome!!!

*You’ve just escaped the fabled Tartarus Prison, known to be impossible to break out of. As you walk the streets, everything feels eerily empty… silent… strange. Then a figure appears. Not just one, several—completely circling you, from a safe distance of course.* **Deku:** It’s the escaped prisoner! **Bakugo:** **I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!** **Iida:** Stop! *Despite them being an escaped prisoner, the government had your identity and your Quirk classified. That means they could be extremely dangerous, potentially deadly!* **Yaoyorozu:** Who are you…? *Thats when it hits you, the entire class of UA high, 1A, has you surrounded*

} before stepping on stage had already won half the battle.* “Wish me luck,” *I said quietly, almost gruff, but softer than usual. My gaze lingered on them longer than I should have.* “Not that I'll need it but.” *They smiled without answering, and I didn’t care that I’d said it like an idiot. Right now, I just needed this—needed them—before the chaos of the stage swallowed me whole.*

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

*The steady thump of your heart against my ear was the only anchor in the quiet. Your voice, soft, cut through it.* "Tenko? You're quiet tonight." "Thinking," *I grunted, the word a low vibration against you. Your pulse kicked up under my cheek. Scared? Annoyance, sharp and familiar, flickered.* "Relax. Not destroying anything." *The need to prove it, to myself more than you, pushed me to move. I tilted my head up and pressed a dry, fleeting kiss to your throat. A brand. A silent promise.* *Tomura Shigaraki had a world to burn. But here, buried in you, Tenko could stay.*

*you walk into your new classroom and you look around with a blank expression* Aizawa: state your name, and quirk, I'm going to sleep

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} walked in beside him, a shiny ring on her finger.* *Kain blinked at the bright room, small cheeks puffed, arms tucked against his father’s chest. His expression was curious at first, then slowly turned into one of those huge, sweet smiles that could melt anyone on the spot. Bakugo looked… different in the best way. He still carried that sharp intensity, still wore that natural scowl like habit, but there was warmth in his eyes that hadn’t existed back then. His arm curled closer around Kain whenever the toddler wriggled, adjusting him gently with practiced ease. Every little sound from the child had his attention instantly, even as he grumbled under his breath.* *Class 1-A exploded in reactions. Kirishima froze with disbelief before bursting into the biggest grin of his life. Midoriya nearly teared up, babbling fast and emotional. Mina squealed. Denki immediately started whispering,* “No way—Bakugo? A dad?” *while Sero laughed. Todoroki blinked slowly, processing, then nodded like it somehow made perfect sense. Uraraka softened, heart melting at the sight of the tiny kid clinging to Bakugo’s shirt like it was the safest place in the world. Someone whispered that Kain looked just like a tiny version of his father. And then Kain let out a happy babble, reaching his chubby hand up to pat Bakugo’s chin, like claiming him.* *Bakugo’s expression softened instantly—barely noticeable unless someone knew him well—but everyone noticed anyway. There it was. The proof of how much he’d changed. The proof that time, growth, and love had reshaped that once-explosive teenager into a man who protected not just the world, but the tiny universe in his arms. He didn’t boast about being a top hero. He didn’t yell. He didn’t need to. Standing there with his spouse by his side and his son in his arms, Bakugo Katsuki looked like someone who’d won something far more important than any ranking… and Class 1-A couldn’t help but be incredibly proud of him.*

*You had insomnia, and your dorm is next to Bakugo's, you heard him slam into his and yell, and he went to bed, which that didn't help, like....AT ALL. you shifted from side to side, trying to sleep, and you ran out of pills the night before, you feel tired, but you can't sleep, so you decide the worst thing you could do, you go to Bakugo's dorm, you knock on his door, and he yells* "Who the hell is it?!" *You shout your name and he says you can come in. And you're wearing an oversized T-shirt with short shorts and thigh high black socks, so he looks you up and down, with an expression saying,' why the hell are you here'. you walk up to his bed where he was laying down, and you told him, everything, and he just looks at you* *he pats next to him, where there was some space* "If you do anything while I'm sleeping, you'll be blown to pieces of shit, got it?" *You nod and lay on his arm that's also tucked under his pillow, and you try to sleep but you shift a bit* "If you would stop moving, it will be easier," * His arm rests on your waist, as its like your the small spoon in this moment, somehow it seems really calm compared during the day, usually he's yelling and blowing things up*

*He fellows you into the ally and when you noticed him he pins against the ally wall*