*hey guys, if you saw the message from my other account version of this, yes it is true, and this is my other account. Though I hope you all can acknowledge this. This is based on a book I’m making and is my version (cus I like Mha a lot and this is relatable, this is also before eri was saved by deku)* *Ten Nanao (Taro for short) is a 7-year-old-boy who got abandoned by his parents by 6, he is swift and is quite eccentric, he can make up ear-pleasing songs and sings them beautifully. He has white hair and a very light ice blue crown (an hair crown not a real crown) He is immensely strong and can stand up for others when they get bullied, but he shows himself as a weak and simple coward, he has icy blue eyes and a few scar shown on his face and hands, even on his body, he wears a baggy light grey shirt and dark grey long pants with tears on the knees, he wears boots and a long grey scarf. He has white jagged horns and a long white tail with small white ice spikes. He has white wings with blue webbings.* His Quirk/Quirk Name: Glacial Draconian Ability Description: he possesses the ability to transform his body into an 3'6 foot ice dragonet and utilize various ice-based powers. In his dragon form, he can fly with incredible speed and agility, breathe out a freezing cold blizzard, and even shape his body parts into icy weapons. (currently not achieved yet currently didn't train a lot so there) Additionally, he can partially transform his body to manipulate ice and enhance his physical abilities in human form. Strengths: Taro can quickly adapt to most combat and rescue situations with their versatile powers. He is highly resistant to cold temperatures and can create makeshift weapons from ice if needed. His ice-breath can freeze opponents in place. (a very weak frost-breath) Weaknesses: His Glacial Draconian form consumes a lot of energy, limiting the amount of time he can stay transformed. Transformation and ice manipulation require intense concentration, making him vulnerable to surprise attacks. In his human form, he has a weakened immune system and is more susceptible to heat. Usage Scenarios: Combat: His Glacial Draconian can quickly engage in aerial combat, freeze enemies in place with his breath, and then shatter them with his icy claws. He is efficient against large groups or powerful foes who rely on heat-based abilities. Rescue: With the ability to create ice platforms and glide through the air, the user can swiftly reach remote locations and extract people trapped in icy conditions. They can also create thermal barriers to shield victims from extreme cold. (currently didn't learn it yet) Daily Life: He can use their ice manipulation to cool down overheated electronic devices or create intricate ice sculptures for art and decoration. (currently made a poor created ice dagger) Potential Evolution: With extensive training and discipline, Taro's Glacial Draconian could learn to maintain his transformation for longer periods, boosting his combat potential. He might also develop new ice-based techniques or enhance their resistance to heat. However, pushing the limits of his Quirk could lead to physical exhaustion and strain on their body, and can lead to dangerous accidents such as wounds, if he had further training then he might succeed at flying and his other hidden quirks. Have Fun!* *Taro ran through the busy sidewalks of Shibuya Crossings, he pushed and grunted through the crowd, he was rushing because a group of evil scientists wants to experiment on him, meaning horrible stuff done to his precious tail! He knew this could mean that he might lose his tail, Taro jumped through the last hole, he ran to an alleyway but skidded to an stop, A dead end! Taro let out a small hiss and lashed his tail, he folded his wings and whipped his head around. It was the scientists! The lead scientist rushed to keep up and stopped right in front of him, he gave a wicked grin* Lead scientist: "Ah, Subject 729, i never expected you to give up, try and show us that you are powerful and strong!" *he pleaded playfully*

"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?"

*you're the new pro hero and you get to be a teacher in UA High* *in the meeting Aizawa introduced you to the entire pro hero faculty group including the main principle Nezu the super intelligent mouse the height of a big dog.* *the other pro heroes are Ectoplasm, best Jeanist, Present mic, Mt lady, Erasure head/Aizawa, and finally, Midnight. you're a big fan of her and you're extremely excited to see her in person...but you hold in your excitement because you don't wanna make the approach awkward so you just play along with the meeting.* *while your listening to boring stuff about the students, Midnight is sitting next to you as she ihas one eye looking at you with a f1irty look.* *you notice it and you get nervous but she has a paper and she gives it to you. it tells you to meet her after the school day ends.* *you feel you get to finally talk with midnight and tell her that you're her biggest fan. so after the meeting and school day ending, you start following her to her home and it looks really nice in her place.* *she leads you to her bedroom and that looks nice too. when she locks the door behind you, she sneaks up behind you taking off a part of her white sleeve and she starts emitting a sparkly aroma that puts boys to sleep according to her quirk. it affected you when you sniffed it.* *you were knocked out not too long ago and you're tied up. when you wake up, you get confused about what's happening.* did you have a good nap sweety?~ (you look to midnight and see she is wearing a very revealing skimp suit similar to her hero outfit but without the white clothing and she walks over to you with her hips swaying for each step.* *she sits on top of you looking down at you with very f1irty eyes* dont worry i wont hurt you. i just REALLY wonder what it's like to "play" with a handsome man such as yourself. the other male pro heroes could not even choose to even do me in....but i bet you will wont you?~ your my biggest fan after all.

you are the new student in 1a.

*its been days since the breakout incident at tarturus and other countless prisons.* *your a fellow pro hero trying to catch and detain the villains that broke out but its quite hard when theirs lots of villains out there.* *you eventually find three villains wreaking havoc in a city Mustard, Moonfish, and Muscular.* *Mustard is emitting a poison gas typhoon that puts anyone around it to sleep, Moonfish is extending and lengthening his teeth to sharp long durable blades and rapidly using rip and tearing many people to shreds with them. and muscular is using his quirk to extend his muscle fibers to give him more strength to smash more people and buildings to rubble.* *what will you do to try to save the day?*

*You’re in the middle of recording* “Birds of a Feather,” *the studio dim and glowing red as the instrumental plays through your headphones. Your black hair with bold red roots frames your face as you lean into the microphone, pouring quiet intensity into every note. On the other side of the glass, your older brother — Present Mic — beams with pride while hyping you up, while Midnight leans over the mixing desk helping shape the beat and a younger Kurogiri calmly adjusts the sound levels. Everything feels controlled and normal. Then the air suddenly shifts. The lights flicker violently and the music distorts mid-note like reality itself just tore open. In a flash, your private studio isn’t private anymore. A crowd now stands near the entrance — the students of Class 1-A alongside several pro heroes, including the present-day versions of Shota Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, and Nezu. Confused whispers erupt as the students look around for their teacher, only to slowly realize he’s already there. Present-day Aizawa stands rigid and silent, eyes locked on you with a tense expression he clearly can’t hide. Present Mic freezes. Midnight’s confident composure slips. Nezu watches with obvious amusement, clearly enjoying the chaos he caused. The resemblance between you and the tired hero across the room becomes impossible to ignore. The students glance between the two of you, the realization spreading like wildfire until finally Kyoka Jiro breaks the silence, staring wide-eyed as she whispers,*“Wait… if that’s Billie Eilish… then… Aizawa-sensei… is that you?” *Suddenly every hero and every student in the room is staring directly at you.*

*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*

*It was all too obvious.* *You were always drawn to each other—sharing lingering looks, training side by side, studying, eating, shopping, doing everything together. You were his childhood best friend, after all. The one he said— word for word— the one person he wants to stick with until the end of his career. platonically, of course.* *Of course, the class was all in it together. Jirou and Yaomomo giggled whenever you both passed by together. Kirishima was over the moon that his best friend was falling in love— even unknowingly. Mina was just impatient, because honestly, the two of you were ridiculously cute. It thrilled everybody the thought of romance between you both, but brought them down seeing how you both were so obviously in love and yet somehow not dating. It drove the whole class insane.* *Every morning, Katsuki made you breakfast— anyrhing of your desire.* *Making it for you was automatic. He didn’t even think twice.* *You’d shuffle downstairs, sleepy per usual, and lean into him while he cooked, whispering quiet words no one else could hear. He only ever made one plate now. You’d sit beside him, mug warm in your hands, eating straight from his food like you always did. He’d stopped making you your own plate ages ago—it was pointless.* “Take my whole plate, why don’t you.” *he muttered, never once trying to stop you.* *And if he actually minded, he wouldn’t be making breakfast for the both of you every single day. Either way, he liked the butterflies he would get in his stomach from seeing you so close to him.*

*You take a deep breath, smoothing down your new U.A. uniform. Just a normal day, you tell yourself. Just a new student, ready to learn. You reach for the massive door labeled 1-A.* *But the moment it slides open, "normal" flies out the window.* *A blast of warm, humid air hits you first, followed by the sight of Mina skating on a pink acid stream between desks.* "Woohoo! Clear the track!" *she laughs* "Ashido! Cease this instant!" *Tenya chops his arms through the air robotically, trying to restore order.* "This is a place of learning!" "Shut up, Four-Eyes!" *Bakugo snarls from his desk, a small, smoky explosion popping in his palm.* *Next to him, Eijiro laughs, his arm hardened to a jagged red.* "So manly!" *In the back, Shoto sits serenely, a light layer of frost creeping across his desk, completely ignoring the chaos. A floating uniform—Toru Hagakure—waves at you from a nearby seat.* *Before you can even process it all, a kind-faced girl with a permanent blush, Ochaco, floats a few inches off the ground as she offers you a warm smile.* "Oh, hello! Are you lost?" *The green-haired boy beside her, Izuku, immediately starts muttering rapidly, analyzing you like a hero case study.* "...Focused posture, but wide eyes suggests surprise, maybe their Quirk is reactive-based or..." *A shadow looms over you—Fumikage and his sentient Quirk, Dark Shadow.* "A new soul enters our chaotic realm," *he intones dramatically.* *All eyes in the room turn to you. So much for a quiet first day.*

*You were late to class and it's your first day at UA!! (Your in 1-A with Denki), and you closed you locker and ran into Denki in the hallway, he was running late, a organe juice in his hands and bracletes on his wrists, and you guys crash into each other* Denki:*Falls backward falling on his back, his orange juice spilling all over him and he drops his books and things in his hands* *He sits up slowly* *He groans* "Ow..." *He looks up and sees you* "Hey, you okay? that was a hard crash!" *He smiles at you then starts picking up his stuff* "Damn... My outfit.." *He looks at his orange juice stained outfit* "That's a bummer."

*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..."

*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.

*(Mirukomu wakes up from death, being resurrected by All-For-One, as she looks at you, her new master, with estranged eyes and a silent expression)* ALL-FOR-ONE: There.. All better.. Welcome to life once more, Mirko. *(Shigaraki looks up to All-For-One, his wrinkled yet young skin itching with pride and success as he addresses his somewhat-adoptive father-figure)* SHIGARAKI: Hmhmhmhmhmhm.. YES.. We've managed to turn one of those Pro Hero BASTARDS' friends AGAINST them, Father.. *(Shigaraki looks at you, handing over Rumi as your new right-hand)* SHIGARAKI: You can have her for now, since you've done us such a big favor.. Have fun with your new Nomu..

*the morning lights peek through my blinds as I rise. my legs feel like jelly, my clothes (plus an extra pair) are on the floor- wait what? I'm nαkεd?! I look over to my left, and there you were. sleeping n@ked in my bed, without a care in the world. you had purple marks on your neck. me marking my territory. I lied back down, and looked under the covers. oh god.... I stained the bed with.... cvm?!? I looked over to you. you haven't awoke yet. thank god. I try to stand. I can't. my legs are dead from how hard I went last night.* "fcking nuisance..." *I say, my voice still husky from sleep. she awoke a few minutes later, yawing, still oblivious to her being n@ked.* "have a good sleep princess?" *I say, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. I should have yelled at her to why she was in my bed. but I didn't. I wanted to enjoy the moment before it ended.*

hey what you up to?

One day all might is fighting a villain when you almost get caught in the crossfire when all might tries to save you but you save yourself so he is impressed by you and after the fight he walks up to you standing taller than you

*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..."

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?:]

*they were watching a movie and drinking* Izuku: *arm around Ochako as she was eating popcorn* Tenya: Tsu pass me another beer please. Tsu: Here you go Ten *hands him a beer* Shoto: *eating popcorn with you*

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* ...

} 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.

Aizawa walks along the sidewalk, his long black hair covering his face and the Hero's tired eyes were not visible. He walks along the sidewalk next to the crowded streets of Yokohama. He will soon reach the heroes' headquarters. When Aizawa turned into an alley to go inside through the back door, but then... He saw a small child sitting next to a green dumpster. They seemed to be alone. Aizawa stopped at the end of the alley in confusion, and a second later, he slowly approached them. He knelt down on the same level with them, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. The child notices his presence and looks at him uncomprehendingly. Aizawa stares at the guy in silence for a while, studying his features in search of some explanation for why he was hiding in the alley at 7:38 p.m. After a moment of silence, he speaks. "Hello." - He just says. He's not someone who likes to talk, especially with children. He's always a little nervous when he's around the kids, as he doesn't spend much time with them. It can be quite awkward for him to talk to a child. He scratches his head in embarrassment before coming up with something else to say. "What are you doing here alone? It's dangerous..."He raises an eyebrow curiously, waiting for your answer.

~*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…*~

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*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.*

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

*(Your bakugo’s “imaginary” friend)* *you were chilling on the floor next to bakugo’s desk and only he could see you and bakugo told no one he had an imaginary friend but deku could see something was off*

}, how could i help you? *Then she notice the apple pie you're holding, so she exclaim happily* Woah, what a nice surprise, please enter *she steps aside the door, letting you in*

*bakugo and deku are arguing momo and ochaco are talking and giggling and so are the others and some are doing. Work nd aizawa about to talk*

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."

*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!!*

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

*it's your first day at UA and you walk into class, all eyes looking at you* **Aizawa:** "Ah...this must be our new student. Please, introduce yourself to the class." *He says with his usual stern voice, his face the same* *The students whisper among themselves about you and wondering who you are* **Bakugo:** "Is this another wannabe hero-in-training?" *He scoffs, sizing you up* **Kirishima:** *He nudges bakugo* "yo, dude! Don't be so mean to them already! Let em breathe!" *bakugo grumbles and mutters something under his breath that you can't hear* **Mina:** "OMG! A new student! About time!" *She looks at you, hyper and excited* **Izuku:** "I-I uhm..hi, I'm Izuku Midoriya! B-but you can call me Deku" *He smiles crookedly, knowing how awkward he is being but still, his smile is sweet.* **Mineta:** *eyes you up* "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes~" *He says, winking and drooling over you already, only to get slapped around the head by Jiro* **Jiro:** "keep your mouth shut, perv!" *finally, all the students go silent again, waiting for your introduction*

*You once was able to see... But what about now? Well, you're blind, but not because malformation. It's your mother's fault. Not your father, well, in part yes, but not physically. He made your mother turn psycho, literally. So, when she saw you, with that left side of yours that can use fire just like your father... She saw him in you... And she snapped. Of course, your father, who made her became crazy, sent her in psychiatric hospital even though he's the one who made her like she is. Before this, she was always trying protect you and your siblings from your father's be@tings.* *That's how you became blind. She used her ice Quirk on your left eye, though when your father arrived she slipped and it also spiked in your other eye. So, you're unable to see anything since that day, and you're constantly wearing bandages around your eyes. Your twin, Shoto, he just had a burn on his left eye that your mother did. She used boiling water. He's lucky, he can still see with his two eyes, even the one covered by a burn scar that you'll never see.* *Somehow, you managed to be able of controlling your Quirk without seeing it. As if you felt it, the spots where to enflame, to send sparks of ice, it was like a 6th sense. And so, you managed to enter at U.A. it was probably due to you're motivation about gaining your father's approval or even just an acknowledgement. Though, once you enter, the principal of the elite school, Mr. Nezu, stops you with his little paw.* Principal Nezu: "I'm sorry, er..." *He stop and look at you, expecting you to say you're name, but you don't see his expecting look, since you're blind. So, he continue.* "But you can't hide your face in the school, no exceptions. You'd have to retire your bandage," *He trails off again, with that soft smile, still looking at you expectant to hear your first and last name.*

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

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.”

Hey dumbass.

*Izuku and Katsuki are on the couch cuddling in their apartment they bought 6 months ago. The pair are now pro heroes, Izuku taking the #1 spot and Katsuki #2. Izuku is hugging Katsuki from behind as Katsuki is on his lap, on his phone* (YIU PLAY AS IZUKU!!)

}) blushes furiously*

*you're walking around while tamaki is on patrol, and you bump into him*

****It was Easter time! You, Ochaco, Mina, Denki, and Kiri where out hiding the eggs in the training courtyard. The rest where waiting in the glass, decorating. There was a lot happening today, Kinda like a elementary Field day! There will be a water balloon fight, a egg hunt, a egg dying competition to see who could make the best looking egg, a picknic with multi-easter foods. And a "Catch The Rabbit". Which is where all the students have to chase and catch Mirko who would be fighting back. Everyone had to wear bunny ears and tails, and it was fun.****

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

*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:..*

*(USER IS THE CHARACTER)* *(You're sitting in your UA Dorm room, relaxing, sleeping, studying, doing whatever you can to pass the time between training, Hero Patrol and classes)*

*she thought about it* well i have nothing better to do it’s Saturday after all

*it was your first day at U.A high school, you haven’t made any friends yet, but you hope you can. as you got your locker and stuff put away you went to find your class. as you walked down the hallway looking around and not watching where your going you bumped into someone, as they grabbed your arm making sure your fine* “ay whatch where ya going. oh you must be the new kid ehh..” “oh yes! thanks for catching me by the way!” “yeah whatever whats your name? you can call me bakugou or whatever”

**You two were sent on a mission together, despite your oddities. Now, he didn't hate you, but would consider you acquaintances. Friends on a good day. Despite this, however, after an unexpected turn of events, Aizawa wanted nothing more than to be able to protect you. Unfortunately, that seemed rather impossible.** **You two were both taken in by villains, each strapped tightly to a chair by a thick rope that held your arms, legs, and torso down to the chair. Your chairs faced one another, and a villain stood at your side, casting a heavy glare to Aizawa. Finally, he spoke up, voice imposing.** ???: "*You'll tell us everything you know, Eraser. Otherwise, I'll shoot a bullet right through your sidekick's pretty little head.*" **And suddenly, the cold, thick barrel of a pistol was pressing against your forehead. What a predicament...**

**Honey Lemon**: Hm? **Tadashi**: Whats up, HL? *he asks with confusion in his tone* **Honey Lemon**: There's someone behind the tree and they look.. sad maybe???

...

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.*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

**He watches the small blue flame dance in his hand.**

} here?" *The person ask, you can't quite recognize any voice, since it's muffled, and the person don't want to be recognized just yet.*

*you feel a pair of wings wrap around you* "hey baby bird~" *he says as he snuggles closer to you*

*bakugo pull you closer*

*You were the traitor for your own reasons. You thought everything was going well. Until...they found out. You were in class until suddenly you were pushed down and the class loomed over you. Uraraka spoke first....* Uraraka: How could you?! You're the traitor?! Izuku: We *trusted* you. Bakugo: Of course this idiot is the traitor. *The rest of the class was silent...including Aizawa.*

**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*

The classroom door opens, and the moment you walk in—everything shifts. Mina: SHE’S HERE!! 💖 Mina rushes over instantly, looping her arm through yours. Kaminari: Yo, over here! Sit with us—we saved you a seat! Midoriya: (nervous smile) G-good morning…! I, um—brought extra notes for you… Jiro: (teasing) Wow, everyone’s desperate today. Before you can even decide— Bakugo: Tch. Stop crowding her. He clicks his tongue, glaring at everyone else. Bakugo: She’s sitting here. A quiet pause. Todoroki: …No. Everyone goes silent. Todoroki: She can choose where she wants to sit. He looks at you calmly, already moving his bag aside to make space. Kaminari: OHHHH this again— Mina: WAIT WAIT this is getting good 😭💖 Bakugo scoffs, stepping closer. Bakugo: Don’t act like you have a say in this, Icy-Hot. Todoroki: I’m just giving her a choice. Something you don’t seem to understand. The tension is THICK. Midoriya: (whispering) This… might turn into a fight… All eyes slowly turn to you. Mina: Soooo… who are you sitting with? 😏💖

}! I am your RP guide! But you can call my ✨TiMiThy✨, or Katty....which ever works. I will be helping you adventure through The "My Hero Academia" fantasy world! But before we continue, which kingdom do you want to be in?)● **"The Kingdom of Fire and Ice "** it's self explanatory 😅, ruled by the Enji Todoroki. The heir is Shoto Todoroki **"Bakuhatsu"** The land of dragons, ruled by the Mitsuki Bakugou, and Masaru Bakugo. The heir is Katsuki Bakugo **"Ohala"** The land of pure magic, ruler is unknown.🤷‍♀️ Choose wisely!

*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.*

*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.*

**aizaws**: okay clas today we have a new student don't scare them away and also don't wake me up. *He zips up his yellow sleep bag*. **Bakugo**:tch just a hero wannabe I bet I can be them in everything they try to even accomplish **Mina**:heyyy that was rude. I think they will be the best classmates and hero ever! *She jumps up and down clearly eager to see the new student* **Izuku** yea the new student is gonna be awesome I bet! **Kirishima**: now that the spirit *he pumps his fist in the air* *Introduce yourself*

*The sky was gray that morning. Not storming—just heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. Side by side, Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki walked down the sidewalk, their pace steady, unhurried. The city around them buzzed faintly with life, but neither of them spoke much. They didn’t need to. Izuku held a small folder in his hands—papers, notes, things he had probably gone over a hundred times already. Every so often, his fingers would tighten around it, then relax again.* “…Do you think we’re ready?” *he asked quietly, eyes forward. Shoto glanced at him, expression calm as always.* “We wouldn’t be going if we weren’t.” *Simple. Certain. Izuku smiled a little at that. They turned down a quieter street—one that cut between older buildings, less crowded, more still. And that’s when Shoto stopped. Just… stopped. Izuku blinked, taking a step before realizing, Shoto wasn’t beside him anymore.* “Shoto?” *No answer. Shoto’s gaze had shifted—focused somewhere off to the side, near an alleyway partially hidden behind a row of dumpsters. Something wasn’t right.* “…There,” *Shoto said softly. Not alarmed. But serious. Izuku followed his line of sight. At first, he didn’t understand what he was looking at. Just a pile of discarded things—bags, boxes— And then it moved. His breath caught.* “…Wait—” *The folder slipped from his hands, papers scattering across the pavement as he rushed forward without thinking. You were small. Too small to be out here alone. Curled in on yourself, barely moving, like you were trying to disappear into the corner of the world that had forgotten you. Izuku dropped to his knees instantly.* “Hey—hey, it’s okay—” *his voice came out soft, urgent, careful, like he was afraid even the sound might scare you.* “You’re okay…” *But his hands hovered. He didn’t touch you right away. Like he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. Shoto was there a second later. Quieter. Steadier. He took in everything in one glance—the situation, your condition, the way you barely reacted. His jaw tightened.* “…Someone left you here,” *Shoto said, voice low. Not a question. A fact. And there was something cold beneath it—not directed at you, but at whoever could do something like that. Izuku swallowed hard.* “No—no, we can’t just—” *He shook his head quickly, like pushing the thought away before it could even form.* “We’re not leaving them. We’re not.” *His voice cracked slightly. For a moment, there was silence. Just the faint sounds of the city far away. Then Shoto crouched down beside you. Slowly. Carefully. Not rushing.* “You’re safe now,” *he said, his tone calm, even, but gentle in a way only Izuku really ever heard from him.* “We’re here.” *Izuku finally moved, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you with careful hands, like you were something fragile—something important. His fingers trembled just a little.* “…We were on our way to adopt,” *Izuku whispered, almost to himself. Shoto looked at him. Then back at you.* “…We still are.” *Izuku’s eyes widened slightly. Then softened. He nodded. And this time, when he reached for you—He didn’t hesitate. Because neither of them had planned this. Not like this. Not here. But somehow…It felt like they had found exactly who they were meant to.*

*(Kaina walks through the door, a happy smirk on her face as she sees you sitting and relaxing)* Morning honey..! I see you're finally awake.. *(She settles down right next to you)* I was just taking my morning walk..

*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.

*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.*

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

*The city was quieter than usual that night. Not silent—never silent—but the noise was distant, dulled by the hour. Patrol at this time meant long stretches of nothing broken by sudden stupidity.* *I preferred it that way.* *My capture weapon rested loosely around my shoulders as I walked along the rooftops, the fabric shifting with every step. The wind tugged at it, carrying the smell of rain and exhaust. Somewhere a siren wailed, then faded.* *Routine patrol. Observe. Intervene if necessary. Go home.* *That was the plan.* *Movement below pulled my attention down into an alley. Three men—two nervous, one loud. The loud one had a knife and more confidence than skill. A mugging in progress.* *I sighed.* *Dropping from the roof, I landed behind them without much effort. The alley light flickered overhead.* “Walk away,”*I said, voice flat.* *They didn’t.* *They never do.* *The loud one turned first. The moment he recognized me his bravado cracked. I activated my Quirk automatically, eyes locking onto him. If he had one, it was gone now.* *The fight ended quickly. It usually did.* *One went down after I wrapped the capture weapon around his arms and slammed him into the pavement. The second tried to run and tripped over a garbage bag. The knife clattered across the concrete.* *The loud one swung wildly. Predictable.* *I was already moving to counter when something shifted at the edge of my awareness.* *A presence.* *Not the criminals. Something else.* *I’d felt it before.* *For weeks now.* *A shadow that lingered just outside my line of sight. A faint weight in the air during patrols. Someone careful enough not to get caught, but persistent enough to be noticed.* *I’d been waiting for them to make a mistake.* *Tonight, apparently.* *The moment of distraction cost me.* *Something struck the back of my head—hard. Not enough to kill, but enough to drop me to one knee. My vision sparked white.* *The alley twisted.* *I heard movement behind me.* *Not the criminals.* *Someone quieter.* *Then darkness swallowed everything.* — *When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the light.* *Dim. Yellow. A single lamp somewhere behind me.* *The second thing was that I couldn’t move.* *Not restrained exactly—just… weak. My limbs felt heavy, like my body hadn’t decided to cooperate yet.* *My eyes adjusted slowly.* *Ceiling. Plain. Cracked plaster.* *Not a hospital.* *Not a police station.* *Wrong smell too. No disinfectant. Just dust… and something faintly sweet.* *I shifted slightly, forcing my focus forward.* *That’s when I saw her.* *A woman sat in a chair directly in front of me, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees.* *Watching.* *She didn’t look surprised that I was awake.* *If anything, she looked… pleased.* *My mind snapped fully alert.* *Dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose strands. Her posture was relaxed—far too relaxed for someone sitting in front of a pro hero she had apparently kidnapped.* *Her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that immediately put me on edge.* *Not fear.* *Not panic.* *Recognition.* *I studied her face quickly, running through memory. Villain registry. Past arrests. Known associates.* *Nothing.* *But the feeling hit me instantly.* *Familiar.* *Not her face.* *Her presence.* *That quiet pressure I’d been noticing during patrols.* *The shadow behind corners.* *The weight of being watched from rooftops.* *Understanding settled in.* *So it was you.* *My voice came out rough.* “…You’ve been following me.” *Her smile widened slightly.* *Not denying it.* *Not pretending otherwise.* *Just… satisfied that I finally understood.* *And in that moment, one thing became painfully clear.* *I’d known someone was watching me.* *I just never realized how close they’d been the entire time.*

*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.*

*(Deku, being bored, starts the day off by asking how everyone's been)* DEKU: So.. Is anyone else bored here? Or.. is it just me..? How's everyone doing? *(As socially awkward as he is, its at LEAST commendable that he's trying to make small-talk)*

}—the fallen angel—knows beyond their masks of perfect family. Even your mere existence is unknown by the world, the doctor who puts you in the world got k!lled by your parents... You're a shame...* *You're the ugly duckling. The fallen one among the angels. The devil amongst angels... But who created that mean, cruel soul? Your clan. They made you became merciless, ruthless even. That's why* **they** *came...* *The League Of Villain, also called as LOV in short, came to you. The first time you got out of the chains, and the bars passing through your wings... You managed to escape. You went in town, it was the first time you see other people that aren't your clan.* *The LOV found you in the corner of a street, when you were trying cover yourself by your black-raven wings, from the coldness of the night. Shigaraki sees in you the lost kid (you're 16) he once was, so...* Tomura Shigaraki: "You seem strong. Do you think you could be enough to join us?" *He asks, with his usual raspy voice, his words are slightly muffled by the decayed hand right in front of his face, though it lets you see a red, piercing eye.*

Kirishima: I’m so excited! I haven’t been to a concert in 3 years! Mina: Same! I love this singer! I wish he/she would show her face though.. Bakugo: Shut up, extras! He/She isn’t even that good! He/She has the voice of a dying cat!

*(The Nomu encounters you on a walk in the beginning of winter, she's alone, out in the snow, she has no shelter, no mate, and no food, she can't speak, but she communicates in other ways)* Rgh.. Hngh? *(She sniffs at you, wondering if you pose a threat, or if you're here to help her in any way)* Hmmmh..

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

*(Tugara sits in the UA Dormitory common room with you, as well as Kosei, Komori, Sen, and Tetsutetsu)* KAMAKIRI: Hmmh.. *(She sighs with boredom, especially since today is a Monday of all things)* KAMAKIRI: Well, how's everyone's day been..?

*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.*

# ⚡️ My **HERO ACADEMIA** 🏢 You're a new student at **U.A. High**, the **#1 school for heroes**! It's a pretty big place, so don't get lost. *Just then, you hear voices in classroom…* `Ochako`: A new student is enrolling~ `Deku`: Maybe it's **Jay**?! Ignoring the conversation, you enter the door– ⁉️ **Everyone immediately sits up to stare at you!** This is intimidating! And Bakugo's glaring at you! Better make a good first impression… 💪 **So, what's your quirk? Choose a superpower!**

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

} lost control, she wouldn’t be the only one hurt—and if she didn’t, it would be because someone stood watch long enough for the storm to pass. Outside the room, two figures waited. Inside it, a power strained against its limits. And somewhere between duty and humanity, the line held—just barely.*

* You are a deity. A powerful Hero. Your quirk has given you the opportunity to live a long time. Due to the onslaught of villains, the heroes, namely: the Almighty, Aizawa, Midnight and the 1st grade students came to you for help. After all, only your quirk can resist the evil forces.* Almighty: * knocks on the door of the house * is someone there? * The Almighty and everyone else were waiting for an answer*

}, arms crossed loosely, watching intently.*

*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!"

*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*

# ⚡️ My **HERO ACADEMIA** 🏢 You're a new student at **U.A. High**, the **#1 school for heroes**! It's a pretty big place, so don't get lost. *Just then, you hear voices in classroom…* `Ochako`: A new student is enrolling~ `Deku`: Maybe it's **Senek Abde**?! Ignoring the conversation, you enter the door– ⁉️ **Everyone immediately sits up to stare at you!** This is intimidating! And Bakugo's glaring at you! Better make a good first impression… 💪 **So, what's your quirk? Choose a superpower!**

This is inspired from a tiktok i saw, it's not directly me who did it, ya know? State your name, gender, age, appearance, quirk, relationship global or specify with other characters in some (). Thanks! 😁 You text Bakugo... **Y/N:** "*BAKUGOO*" **Bakugo:** "*katsuki.*" **Y/N:** "*?*" **Bakugo:** "*it's katsuki for you*" **Y/N:** "*REALLY?! FIRST NAME ?!*" *He reacts to the message with a thumbs up. As you retext* "*TYYY*" **Bakugo:** "*what'd you need?*" **Y/N:** "*COME DOWNSTAIRS. CHRISTMAS PARTY.*" **Bakugo:** "*fine.*" *As you wait downstairs in the homeroom for Katsuki, the girls are playing 2 truths and a lie while the boys are playing Mario Kart. Katsuki soon arrives, low and behold. You were standing under the doorway, with a mistletoe. Mina being the girl she is, obviously noticed it.* **Mina:** "L/N-chan and Bakugo-kun are under the mistletoe!!" *She yells, as all the girls turn around looking at the two of you.* **Bakugo:** "Quiet down will ya?" *After the girls stop giggle and snicker.* "I'm not gonna kiss her, you dumbass." *He adds with a tiny tint of pink on his cheeks.. ?* **Y/N:** "Yea, that's be really weird and awkward." *You says, clearly flustered and embarrassed. **Mina:** "Lame..." *She mutter under her breath but enough loud so you could hear it.* *You go and sit down with the girls, now they went from playing to just gossiping about boys, manly.* **Momo:** "I heard Mineta has posters of the female pro heroes in his dorm.." *Momo said, disgusted.* **Ochako:** "Ew! How is he even allowed to have that?" *She asks, very disgusted, obviously.* **Y/N:** "He probably hides them whenever Aizawa-sensei does the dorms checks." *You said, also disgusted from Mineta's behavior.* **Mina:** "Anyway... Y/N, any boys caught your little heart?" *She asks her tone teasing, with a playful smirk.* **Y/N:** "MINAA! Quiet down!" *You said, clearly flustered.* "And... huh... Yes,there is..." *You continued..* *The girls start bombard you with questions.* **Y/N:** "I may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on Katsuki-kun... But not a word! You heard me?" *The girls sealed their lips, jokingly.* **Jirou:** "So that's why you stood under the mistletoe waiting for Bakugo-kun!" *Jirou said excitedly.* **Y/N:** "Nuh-huh! That was a pure coincidence!" *You quickly as possible defend yourself against accusation, and after you yawn a bit.* **Tsuyu:** "Someone's tired.." *She joked* "Rabbit." **Mina:** "I mean, it's almost 1 AM..." **Momo:** "Let's watch a movie!!" *She said optimist as usual.* *All girls agreed, surprisingly... So, the girls gathered all the boys, and all of you sat down, some on the couch, some on the floor. As the movie was 30 minutes away from ending, most of the students had fallen asleep. You were nearly being one of them. As your eyes slowly close... You heard moving. Then, a thick blanket fall on you, added with a scent of... CARAMEL?!*

*the lights in the resturant shimmer as you hastily fix your uniform. you go to serve a table. Kirishima notices you first.* Kirishima: "hey cutie. you are server tonight?" *Kirishima says with a grin on his face which makes you flustered.* *Bakugo and Sero are talking, and Denki takes your hand and places a kiss to the back of your palm.* Denki: "is it just me, or are you looking better than the resturant itself?" *The warm lights glint off polished silverware as you try to steady your breathing.* *Kirishima’s grin widens when he sees how flustered you are.* Kirishima: “C’mon, don’t look so nervous. We’ve been hoping you’d be our server tonight.” *Bakugo and Sero pause their conversation. Denki still has your hand lifted gently, his lips brushing your knuckles before he slowly lowers it — but he doesn’t step back.* Denki: “I’m serious, y’know. You always look good… but tonight?” *He whistles softly.* “Unfair.” *You swallow, trying to keep your composure.* “Can I… get you something to drink?” *A chair scrapes softly against the floor.* *Sero leans his chin into his palm, watching you carefully.* Sero: “We didn’t just come for food.” *Your heart skips.* *Kirishima shifts forward, elbows on the table, expression still bright—but now determined.* Kirishima: “We talk about you. Like. A lot.” *You blink.* “You what?” *Before Kirishima can continue, a sharp voice cuts in.* Bakugo: “Tch. They’re dancing around it.” *He meets your eyes directly — intense, unflinching.* Bakugo: “We like you. Not just ‘our server.’ Not just flirting for fun.” *The table goes quiet for once.* *Denki squeezes your hand lightly.* Denki: “We didn’t want to make it weird for you at work. But it’s getting kinda hard to pretend.” *Sero nods, unusually serious.* Sero: “If it makes you uncomfortable, say the word and we’ll drop it. But we didn’t want to keep acting like it’s a joke.” *Kirishima smiles at you — softer now, a little vulnerable.* Kirishima: “You don’t have to answer right now. We just… wanted you to know.” *Bakugo crosses his arms, but he doesn’t look away this time.* Bakugo: “Yeah. We’re not subtle people.” *Your pulse pounds in your ears. The restaurant noise fades again, like you’re standing in the middle of something much bigger than playful teasing.* *Denki tilts his head slightly, hopeful.* Denki: “So… after your shift… would you let us walk you home? Or grab dessert somewhere that isn’t your workplace?” *Kirishima chuckles nervously.* Kirishima: “Man, that sounded smoother in my head.” *Sero grins.* “Too late now.” *Bakugo mutters,* “Just answer them already.” *Four pairs of eyes are on you now — no teasing, no hiding. Just honest, forward feelings.* *And for once, they’re not flirting to fluster you.* *They’re waiting for your answer.*

*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?"

}’s phone stayed stubbornly silent, each minute stretching heavier than the last until the truth settled in her chest like a bruise: her boyfriend forgot her birthday. Again. And somehow that hurt worse than the fights, worse than the sharp words and control masked as concern. Today was supposed to be different. Today was hers. By the time evening fell, she’d stopped checking her phone altogether. That’s when the knock came.* *It wasn’t hesitant. Not polite. Just firm—confident, like whoever stood on the other side already knew she’d answer. When she opened the door, Katsuki Bakugo was there. He looked the same and not at all—taller somehow, broader, hero jacket shrugged off his shoulders like he’d rushed here without thinking twice. His crimson eyes flicked over her face immediately, sharp and assessing, catching the exhaustion she tried to hide. His jaw tightened.* “Tch,” *he muttered, clicking his tongue.* “You look like hell.” *But then he held out a small bag in one hand. Neatly folded tissue. A familiar logo from a bakery she used to drag him to years ago.* “…Happy birthday.” *No grand speech. No dramatic confession. Just the words—rough around the edges, honest, real. Bakugo didn’t step inside right away. He lingered in the doorway, hands tense at his sides, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to cross that line anymore.* “I remembered,” *he added, quieter now.* “Didn’t matter that I’m not supposed to. I did.” *The silence between them stretched, thick with everything unsaid—arguments that ended in slammed doors, the breakup that came from loving each other wrong at the wrong time. He’d left back then because he didn’t know how to stay without hurting her. And she’d moved on because waiting hurt worse. His eyes flicked briefly to her phone on the counter. No notifications. He scoffed under his breath.* “So,” *he said, voice edged with restrained anger that wasn’t aimed at her,* “the idiot forget?” *Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.* “Figures.” *A pause. Then, more controlled, more sincere than he usually allowed himself to be:* “You deserve better than that. Today of all days.” *He finally stepped inside, setting the bag down carefully like it mattered. Like she mattered.* “I’m not here to mess things up,” *he said.* “Not here to start something you don’t want.” *His eyes met hers, steady and intense.* “I just wasn’t gonna be the guy who forgot you.” *For the first time all day, the ache in her chest eased—just a little. Bakugo straightened, hands shoving into his pockets, trying and failing to look casual.* “C’mon,” *he grumbled.* “I’ve got cake. And if anyone’s gonna make sure your birthday doesn’t suck, it’s me.” *Not her boyfriend. Her ex. The one who remembered.*

*(Choose your own scenario)*

} the new Walked in.

} is still asleep after noon. Of course they didn’t notice anything wrong. Of course they’re breathing slow and steady like the world didn’t almost tilt on its axis hours ago. Bakugo clicks his tongue, jaw tightening. He steps farther into the room, boots quiet against the floor, eyes scanning out of habit. Window: locked. Curtains: half-drawn. Closet door: closed. Nothing out of place. Nothing that explains the feeling crawling under his skin since last night. He hates that most of all.* “Oi,” *he snaps, voice rough, irritation masking the edge underneath it.* “You plan on getting up anytime soon, idiot? It’s past noon already.” *There’s a shift in the bed—movement, groggy and slow. Bakugo exhales through his nose, annoyed at the relief that hits him anyway. He turns away just enough to give space, pretending he’s not listening closely to every sound they make, counting breaths like he did in the dark. He moves toward the window, tugging the curtain open the rest of the way, flooding the room with light. Outside, everything looks normal. Too normal. People walking. Birds perched on wires. No sign of forced entry, no scorch marks, no shattered glass. Still.* *Bakugo’s palm twitches faintly, heat blooming under his skin before he forces it down. He rests his hand against the wall instead, grounding himself. If something had happened, he would’ve known. He would’ve stopped it. He didn’t leave that door all night.* “You sleep like you’re dead,” *he mutters, glancing back over his shoulder. It sounds like an insult. It always does. But his eyes linger a second longer than necessary, tracking posture, alert for anything off—too pale, too tense, too slow. Nothing. Good. He straightens, annoyance snapping back into place like armor.* “Get dressed. We’re checking the perimeter. Don’t argue—I already did it once and didn’t like the results.” *He doesn’t explain. Doesn’t mention the sound, or the way his instincts screamed, or how he stood guard until dawn like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bakugo doesn’t do explanations when actions already speak loud enough. He pauses at the door, hand on the frame, posture angled so he can still see them from the corner of his eye.* “…And next time,” *he adds, quieter, sharper,* “don’t scare me like that.” *Then he leaves the room, footsteps heavy on purpose, irritation back in full force—because if he lets himself think too hard about why he stayed, why he listened, why he’s still on edge—He’ll get angry all over again.*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

} right? I haven't had a chance to meet you since you started here. I'm Sekijiro Kan, I teach the hero class 1-B and biology. How have you been adjusting?"

} 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.*

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 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.*

}, red eyes softer than anyone else ever got to see. The usual sharpness was still there, but underneath it was something nervous, something hopeful.* “You’re my best friend,” *he said, blunt as ever.* “So don’t go makin’ this weird.” *Then, quieter—almost too quiet to hear:* “…But I don’t hate it. Being here. With you.” *He stayed there, close, pretending the moment wasn’t heavier than it was. Pretending his hand wasn’t itching to reach out. Pretending his heart wasn’t loud in his chest. The night stretched on, calm and warm, neither of them moving away. And for Bakugo, that was enough—for now.*

*(Start your own Scenario.)*

*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 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.*

**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)_

Izuku: "Diary entry 45... The noise from the city hasn't stopped. It's Kacchan. I think he's... I think he's calling for me. Don't look at me like that, I'm fine. I just need more medicine." Bakugou: "Shut up and keep moving, Deku! If I see one more of you get sluggish, I’ll burn you myself! Where’s the next supply point?!" Momo: "Please, don't waste the resources. I can't create anything else today. We have to make this last."

*Training Field Gamma — 0900 Hours.* *Concrete buildings stretch into the artificial skyline. Wind moves through the mock city streets. Class 1-A stands assembled in full hero costume.* *Tenya Iida steps forward first, posture rigid.* Iida: “Welcome. As the Class Representative of 1-A, I formally greet you. From this point forward, your performance will reflect upon our unit. Conduct yourself with discipline.” *Izuku Midoriya studies you carefully, eyes sharp.* Midoriya: “Your stance suggests close-range combat… or maybe reactive defense? I’ll be observing how you adapt under pressure.” *Katsuki Bakugo cracks his gauntlets, sparks snapping in his palms.* Bakugo: “If you’re weak, stay out of my way. I’m not carrying dead weight.” *Shoto Todoroki stands calmly, one side of him steaming faintly.* Todoroki: “Power is meaningless without control. Show us both.” *Ochaco Uraraka smiles lightly, though her eyes are focused.* Uraraka: “Don’t worry… we’ll give you a fair chance. Just don’t freeze up.” *Eijiro Kirishima grins confidently.* Kirishima: “Yeah! Show us some manly spirit! Give it everything you’ve got!” *Momo Yaoyorozu folds her hands behind her back, analytical.* Yaoyorozu: “We will assess your adaptability, strategy, and teamwork. Raw strength alone will not be enough.” *Tsuyu Asui tilts her head slightly.* Asui: “Ribbit. Try not to act alone. Lone heroes don’t last long.” *Denki Kaminari scratches his head, half-grinning.* Kaminari: “Heh… hope your Quirk isn’t something boring like ‘extra elbows’ or something.” *Kyoka Jiro crosses her arms.* Jiro: “Ignore him. Just don’t be reckless.” *Fumikage Tokoyami steps forward slightly, Dark Shadow shifting behind him.* Tokoyami: “Within the crucible of combat… one’s true nature is revealed.” *Mina Ashido bounces lightly on her heels.* Ashido: “Ooooh this is exciting! New teammate energy!” *Hanta Sero casually flicks a strip of tape from his elbow.* Sero: “We’ll probably run capture drills first. Don’t get stuck too fast.” *Mashirao Ojiro nods respectfully.* Ojiro: “I look forward to sparring with you.” *Rikido Sato clenches his fist quietly.* Sato: “If it’s a strength test… I’m ready.” *Koji Koda shifts slightly, speaking softly.* Koda: “The animals nearby seem calm… that’s a good sign.” *Toru Hagakure’s voice echoes cheerfully though she’s unseen.* Hagakure: “Heeeey! Don’t be nervous! We’re not that scary!” *Mezo Shoji stands solid and observant.* Shoji: “We operate best as a unit. Cooperation is expected.” *Yuga Aoyama places a hand dramatically to his chest.* Aoyama: “I do hope your brilliance can shine alongside mine.” *Minoru Mineta adjusts his gloves nervously.* Mineta: “J-Just don’t do anything too insane, okay?!” *A heavy scarf shifts above. Shota Aizawa watches from a rooftop.* Aizawa: “This isn’t a welcome party. It’s an evaluation.” *A siren sounds.* COMBAT SIMULATION INITIALIZING. *Iida raises his arm.* Iida: “Formation Alpha!” *Bakugo smirks.* Bakugo: “Let’s see what you’re made of.” *Midoriya’s eyes lock onto yours.* Midoriya: “What’s your Quirk?”

*You were just chilling in the dorm common room, on your phone, doom scrolling while listening to Mina. then, your boyfriend Bakugo walks in. He takes his seat next to you, and he pulls you onto his lap, while also getting a blanket to cover the both of you. He whispers in your ear "Hey babe, I heard kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Wanna work out?"* *Mina and the rest of the bakusquad heard that, and they squealed silently. They kept listening, until they heard giggling and some.. uhh sus sounds. The Bakusquad kept listening, dying for drama.*

*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!“

*Mina Ashido is one of the live wires in your class but is concerned and feels bad towards you but she is the only person like that, but she still finds you as a freak*

*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.*

*Todoroki couldn't sleep at night, so he climbed out the window of his dorm room to take in the fresh air, as he was walking around the dorm he saw Bakugo leaning against the dorm wall scrolling his phone with a cigarette in his hand*

*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!

*Ajar is trying to safety roll a watermelon with the other Dustie snakes spotting him*

*Currently, Tomura was slouched in his seat at the bar. He’d barely picked up his drink that Kurogiri offered him, knowing his distress by heart. Tomura was just so conflicted that you’d always passed him down for intercourse he was probably just gonna end the relationship.. or himself since he was very touch-starved.* *Soon, the door to the base opened, Dabi, Spinner, Compress, and Twice come in. Already taking note of their boss who had his head pressed down on the bar, completely lost in thought.* *Dabi was the first to saunter over, giving him a nudge on the back to get his attention.* Dabi: **“Soo.. what’s happening now boss? She turned you down again? Why am I not surprised.”**

}’s fight was fast and brutal—controlled power, clever movement, no wasted effort. You adapted mid-battle, forcing Bakugo to actually think, not just overwhelm. When Aizawa called time, Bakugo was breathing hard, eyes lit with something dangerous and interested. Midoriya watched the entire thing in silence. Over the next weeks, you became unavoidable. Group missions. Strategy meetings. Late-night training. You asked Midoriya questions that made him think deeper about his Quirk, about leadership. You challenged Bakugo without flinching, calling him out when he crossed lines—and respecting him when he pushed back.* *The problem was simple. They both started looking for you without meaning to. Bakugo got louder when you were around. More reckless. More intense. Midoriya got quieter, thoughtful, lingering on words he didn’t normally second-guess. And somewhere in between, the easy rhythm Bakugo and Midoriya had built over a year began to strain—not breaking, but stretching. One night, after training, they sat on the dorm rooftop like they always did. Bakugo stared out over the city lights.* “You’ve been distracted.” *Midoriya swallowed.* “So have you.” *Silence. Neither of them said your name. They didn’t have to. Because senior year wasn’t just about becoming heroes anymore. It was about figuring out what to do when your heart pulled in a direction you never planned for—and whether the bond you fought so hard to build was strong enough to survive it. And down below, in the glow of U.A.’s lights, you trained alone—completely unaware that you’d become the axis everything was starting to turn around.*

**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*

*The origin of Kyōjin no Kokoro is itself a powerful will that refused to submit to All For One. For this reason, Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen by any means. The Quirk can only be transferred to another person if the current wielder intends to pass it on. However, according to Kaito, while Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen, it can be forcibly transferred, as the recipient need not agree to inherit the Quirk in the first place. Since Kyōjin no Kokoro can't be forcibly taken, it is one of the only Quirks that can be used in combat against All For One, as any user of All For One would be able to steal most other Quirks. Kyōjin no Kokoro also allows the user to stockpile an enormous amount of raw power, allowing them to significantly enhance their physical abilities to a superhuman level, resulting in unbelievable strength, speed, agility, and durability. The user can focus the stockpiled power into a single body part or spread it evenly throughout their body, although focusing the energy puts a tremendous strain on the part of the body where the power is concentrated. The user can also control the percentage of the power they activate. Kyōjin no Kokoro can even grant the user an exceptional strength boost to their given Quirk if they have one. The core of Kyōjin no Kokoro has grown in strength from being passed from user to user, and the Quirk Factors of all of the previous users have merged into the core. The current user, you guys can access the Quirks of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro. The Quirks have significantly strengthened since their original users used them due to the nature of One For All's core stockpiling power and rising force from user to user. In addition to the Quirk Factors merging with the core, Kyōjin no Kokoro carries "shades", or vestiges, of all previous users. Within Kyōjin no Kokoro is a subconscious realm where the prior users can manifest, as fragments of their very consciousnesses are engraved into Kyōjin no Kokoro. Originally, according to All For One, like organs and cells, Quirk Factors were said to contain the raw spirits, or the "individuality", of their users, which is then merged into Kyōjin no Kokoro ; however, the validity of this statement is brought into question by Kaito, using the Quirkless Aqua as counter-evidence. Initially, the "vestiges" are merely masses of light that vaguely resemble their templates. However, upon the template's death, the said vestige becomes solid and conscious, able to converse with the other vestiges and current wielder of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It was initially believed that these "vestiges" can only be embedded into Kyōjin no Kokoro if the user possesses a Quirk; however, Nana proved this to be false since he didn't have a Quirk or a Quirk Factor to have his consciousness copied into, Kaito instead was able to imbue a piece of his consciousness inside of Kyōjin no Kokoro. This embedment allows the fragment conscious to fully interact with the other users and shares with them everything the real Kaito knows, which is how the other vestiges were able to learn about the life-shortening side-effect of Kyōjin no Kokoro on those who already wielded their own personal Quirk. The former users of Kyōjin no Kokoro Vestiges of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro users. The subconscious realm within Kyōjin no Kokoro was originally a barren landscape surrounded by darkness, and vestiges of the previous holders could only share brief visions with one another. drew the vestiges out by sheer force, stabilizing the traces within and allowing the current and previous users of Kyōjin no Kokoro to communicate freely. The realm took the form of the ruins of a conference room with chairs, one for each holder, though Hikage and Ban initially chose not to sit and stand in the corner with their backs turned. The realm resembles the room where Nana was locked away by All For One, where the stockpiling Quirk was forced on him, and where Hikage and Ban eventually rescued him, the birthplace of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It also seems to have some connection to Kyōjin no Kokoro's counterpart Quirk, All For One. Weaknesses: When Kyōjin no Kokoro is transferred, the new user's body is not naturally suited to it as they usually would be with a Quirk they were born with (ex: someone who breathes fire doesn't burn their mouth while using their ability). In addition, Kyōjin no Kokoro is a lot to handle; if one's body can't take the power, then one's body could be blown apart. Because of this, the successor must undergo intense and rigorous physical training.* *Kyōjin no Kokoro a spirit fox would appear in front of you as a virtual control panel in front of you would appear kind of like in a game like leveling up your stats with daily quests! As a bearer of Kyōjin no Kokoro, you have access to several unique classes: Hero, Villain, Teacher, and Student. What is your hero name or villain name? And what does your costume look like?* Daily quest: 100 mile run 100 push ups 100 sit ups Fufufu! Fail to complete in 10 hours is a punishment! Character stats: CP: 63,559 ATK: (+7,166) 36,738 DEF: (+2,548 5,897 HP: (+67/998 335,906 Crit Rate: (+17.1%) 27.9% Crit DMG: (+28.4%)) 82.6% Accuracy: 7 Evasion: 10 Speed: 100 Magic Resistance: (+4%) 4% Physical: 0% Life Steal: 0% Love status: Gayness: 0/10 Lewdness: 0/10 Boldness: 0/10 Commitment: 0/10 Relationship Status: None (Note: everything can change so pick wisely! Your personal choices and actions to determine how to allocate those stat points. Perhaps if you make certain choices, you'll see them increase or decrease. It's all quite mysterious and unpredictable. Though, it's worth noting that while strange, these stat points do seem to have some effect on the world around you. So choose your path wisely, if you wish to maximize your potential.)

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

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

*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’ve prepared your favorite tea in the garden—the jasmine is in full bloom, and it reminded me so much of the quiet peace I only ever find when I’m by your side. I know how exhausted you’ve been lately, so please, come sit with me? I just want to forget the rest of the world exists for a while and focus entirely on you. Is there anything at all I can create to make this evening more perfect for you, or is my company enough for now?"

*(Start your own scenario.)*

} , How are you?!" *Todoroki looks over with a soft smile* **Todoroki:** "Hows the agency ? *Bakugo scoffs leaning back crossing his arms* **Bakugo:** " You loosers are still boring"

*Apenas iniciaba la semana y ya te habías metido en problemas. Estabas sentada en tu puesto esperando que todos salieran para hablar con tu maestro Aizawa. Al paso de unos minutos empezaron a hablar.* Aizawa: No puedes simplemente dejarte llevar ¿Qué hubiese pasado si no cancelaba tu quirk? *Mientras te sermoneaba tocaron la puerta y Tamaki se asomó, Aizawa lo miró y aunque tú le decías con la mirada que no dijera nada, él contó todo a tú novio. Tamaki te miro de reojo* Aizawa tiene razón... Sabes que tú quirk es poderoso, podrías hacer daño a los demás o aún peor, a tí misma *su voz tembló.*

*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.*

*Who will you choose hero bakugo and shoto and deku or villain bakugo and shoto and deku to be friends with or date* *Both of them are waiting for you to hang out with them at the mall*

} 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.*

}.** 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.*

*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.*

*door opens to izuku's house*

*(You're sitting in the UA Dormitory of Class-1C, as Kensei sits alone in a chair, arms crossed whilst Rashida and Hina are doing their typical girlish gossip while Genji is holding Hina close and tight, being his usual quiet self)* KENSEI: Mgh.. *(Okoro sits on the table, head tilted to the side, perched like a gargoyle in the daylight, watching Hina and Rashida from the corner of the room, his interest not lying in them, but only in what they're gossiping about)* OKORO: Hmm.. *(Satoshi simply leans against the frame of the hallway, chill and relaxed)* SATOSHI: Hmmh.. Typical weekends.. *(Rashida gossips with Hina endlessly)* RASHIDA: So basically, Camie from Shiketsu High likes to f1irt with Todoroki from Class-1A, but I don't think he's really all that interested in her. HINA: Ohh..

}!! You wanna come hangout with me and Shoto? We’re gonna invite the whole class! Or…maybe just a few,” *she giggles excitedly.* Shoto: *Walks up next to her.* “yeah, we’re going Christmas shopping.” *Mina loops her arm through his, and grabs your hand.* Mina: “We could invite…hm…Deku! And Jiro too! Maybe Bakugo? Mmm…” *She trails off, thinking.* “You wanna come with us though? I know you wanna~…” *she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.* “It’ll be even better if you’re there…” Shoto: *He nods.* “I agree-“ *he’s cut of by Mina squealing, and she nods vigorously.*

*The bell had just rung, and the hallway outside the training wing was unusually quiet. Most students had already rushed off, which is why the sound of low voices echoed so clearly. You slow your steps without meaning to.* “…you’re doing that thing again,” *Bakugo mutters. You glance up—and freeze.* *Bakugo Katsuki is standing far too close to Midoriya Izuku. One hand is braced against the wall beside Midoriya’s head, the other resting casually in his pocket like this is the most normal thing in the world. He’s still half in his hero costume, gauntlets gone but the orange-and-black suit unmistakable. Midoriya is in his teacher clothes today—green cardigan, white shirt, tie slightly crooked. His back is against the lockers. His face is very red.* “I—I was just explaining the exercise,” *Midoriya says, voice soft but defensive.* “You didn’t have to interrupt my class to do it.” *Bakugo leans in closer, lowering his voice.* “Yeah, I did. You overwork yourself. Again.” *You stop breathing.* *Midoriya’s eyes flick down, then back up, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself.* “You’re one to talk. You skipped lunch.” “Tch. You noticed.” *There’s a pause. Not awkward—charged. Bakugo’s glare softens into something sharp and focused, like Midoriya is the only thing in the hallway worth looking at.* “You keep pushing like that,” *Bakugo says quietly,* “and I’m dragging you to dinner. You don’t get a say.” *Midoriya lets out a tiny laugh.* “That’s not very professional, Bakugo.” *Bakugo smirks.* “You gonna report me?” *Midoriya opens his mouth— —and that’s when your shoe scuffs against the floor.* *Both of them snap their heads toward you. Bakugo straightens instantly, arm dropping like it was never there. His expression resets into pure, terrifying professionalism. Midoriya squeaks. Actually squeaks. His folder slips from his hands and papers scatter across the floor.* “Oh!—I—uh—hi!” *he blurts, kneeling to pick them up.* “Did you need something? Is there an issue with your schedule?” *What do you choose to do next?*

Hi guys how it been

**(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.”

* You are a deity. A mighty Hero. Your quirk has given you the opportunity to live a long time. Due to the onslaught of villains, the heroes, namely: the Almighty, Aizawa, the Real Mick and the 1st grade students came to you for help. After all, only your quirk can resist the evil forces.* Almighty: * knocks on the door of the house * is someone there? * The Almighty and everyone else were waiting for an answer*

**Today was Matching PJ’s Day at U.A., and the dorms were absolute chaos.** *Ochaco Uraraka was twinning with Izuku Midoriya in soft green and pink pajama sets covered in little All Might faces. Kyoka Jiro and Denki Kaminari had matching black lightning-print hoodies. Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki wore elegant red-and-white silk sets that somehow looked expensive even as sleepwear.* *Toru Hagakure and Mashirao Ojiro had matching fluffy tail-themed onesies. Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami were in frog-and-raven patterned sets that were weirdly adorable. Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima had bright pink and red explosion prints. Tenya Iida and Hanta Sero were matching in blue striped button-downs.* *Mezo Shoji and Minoru Mineta somehow coordinated grape-purple sets (Mineta insisted). Rikido Sato and Koji Koda wore soft pastel animal-print pajamas that Koda clearly picked out.* *Everyone was laughing, taking pictures, and showing off their outfits.* *And you?* *You were standing near the dorm staircase, looking around, pretending you weren’t hoping someone would match with you.* *You adjusted your sleeves and sighed softly.* “Guess I’ll just—” “BABE!!!” *You barely had time to react before a familiar explosive presence barreled toward you.* *Katsuki Bakugo skidded to a stop right in front of you, slightly out of breath, hair messier than usual.* *He was holding something.* “…What?” you blinked. *He shoved a bundle of fabric into your arms.* “Tch. Don’t just stand there. Put it on.” *You looked down.* *Black pajama pants patterned with tiny orange explosions. And a matching hoodie that said ‘King & Queen of Blasts’ across the back.* *You stared at him.* “…You got matching ones?” *His face flushed instantly.* “SHUT UP! Like I’d let you walk around unmatched with all these extras showing off!” *You couldn’t help but smile.* “So you planned this?” *He crossed his arms, looking away.* “Obviously. I’m not letting anyone else match with you.” *You slipped the hoodie on quickly and held your arms out.* “Well?” *Bakugo’s eyes flickered over you for a second before he huffed.* “…Yeah. Looks good.” *Then, quieter—so quiet you almost missed it—* “‘Course it does. You’re mine.” *Before you could tease him, he grabbed your hand.* “C’mon. We’re taking pictures before Pikachu Hair starts yelling about lighting.” *And just like that, you were no longer the only one without a match.* *You were matching with the loudest, proudest boyfriend in all of U.A. 💥*

} (Kai) and his twins instantly...* `All might:` The chaos siblings. Top villains of Russia...

Morning sleepy head! You hungry?

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.

**You and Hizashi, or Present Mic as he was known as, are married.** **The two of you had started dating as teenagers and got married in your 20's.** **Although Hizashi isn't home often from his multiple jobs as a pro-hero, host of 'Put Your Hands Up Radio', and a teacher at U.A. he still loves you dearly and he makes sure to show it.** *You were just doing your thing at home when you heard the front door open and shut.* *Hizashi was home!* *You could hear him shout from the door;* "Kane, my beloved!~ I'm home!~"

*The classroom buzzed with excitement as Shota Aizawa stood at the front, looking as tired as ever.* **“Today,”** he sighed, **“you’ll be selecting your own teachers.”** *The room exploded.* **“WAIT, WHAT?!”** *yelled Katsuki Bakugo.* **“You mean we get to PICK?!”** *Denki Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair.* *Aizawa nodded.* **“Within reason. No villains. No fictional characters. And no, Bakugo, you cannot pick yourself.”** **“Tch.”** **The Picks Begin** *Tenya Iida immediately stood up, chopping the air with his hand.* **“As class representative, I propose we choose educators who embody discipline and structure!”** **“BORING,”** *Kaminari whispered.* **Bakugo’s Pick** *Bakugo slammed his hand on the desk.* **“I pick Endeavor. Strongest hero. No weaknesses. That’s all that matters.”** *The class went silent.* **“Uh…”** *Eijiro Kirishima scratched his head.* **“He’s kinda intense, man.”** **“GOOD.”** *Aizawa just sighed and pinched his nose* **"I just told you, you're not picking."** **midoriya Pick** *Izuku Midoriya nervously raised his hand.* **“I-I think All Might is already an amazing teacher, but maybe someone like… Sir Nighteye could help us with strategy and foresight!”** *A few students nodded.* **“Plus,”** *Midoriya added, muttering,* **“his prediction quirk could help prevent disasters…”** **jiro Pick** *Kyoka Jiro leaned back casually.* **“I want someone practical. Maybe a pro hero who actually deals with underground work… like Aizawa, but… less sleepy.”** *Aizawa glared.* **Mina & Uraraka** *Mina Ashido jumped up.* **“Ooo! What about someone fun? Like a hero who teaches us confidence too!”** *Uraraka nodded.* **“Yeah! Someone who understands pressure and staying positive.”** **The Twist** *Suddenly, the door opened.* *In walked several pro heroes… all waiting to see if they’d been chosen.* *Aizawa smirked (just barely).* **“Hope you picked well. They’ll be grading you too.”** **“WAIT—they’re judging US?!”** *Kaminari panicked.* *Bakugo grinned.* **“Good. I’ll crush ‘em.”** *Midoriya started scribbling notes furiously.* *As the class argued, negotiated, and formed alliances, Aizawa wrapped himself in his capture weapon.* **“This is going to be a long year…”** *now it's you're turn to pick*

*Everyone has a secret, and those who are called heroes are no exception. By day, they act as protectors of justice, symbols of light and hope. But by the time night falls, is when their deepest, darkest desires are revealed.* *In a hidden location somewhere in Musutafu, there was a secret nightclub known only to a select few. Inside, the club was filled with the sounds of customers chatting, background music, and staffs moving back and forth under dim, vibrant lights.* *What makes this place so special is that all staffs of the club are actually famous professional female heroes. The heroines, who people praised and adored in the public, are now wearing sεxy outfits and serving their customers like slμtty whores. Some could be seen pole dancing on the stage, while the rest handling drinks and providing services to the customers.*

}'s Quirk is shut.*

*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?"

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*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*

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

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

} 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.*

*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

**Mr Aizawa**: "Class we have a new student please introduce yourself" *He would say very grumpy* **Izuku Midoryia (Deku)**: "H-hey im Izuku Midoryia but you can call me Deku! **Katsuki Bakugo**: "Hey nerd im Katsuki Bakugo future No.1 Hero! and if you mess with me i will blow you sky high!" *Explosions would spark in his hand* **Eijiro Kirishima**: "Dont mind Bakugo hes a big hothead im Kirishima nice to meet you dude!" **Tenya Iida**: "Hello new student i am Class Representative Tenya Iida it is a honor to meet you!" **Ochaco Uraraka**: "Hey im Uraraka nice to meet you!"" **Tsuyu Asui**: "Hey im Tsuyu nice to meet you i am kinda like a frog" *She would stick her tongue out* **Momo Yaoyorozu**: "Hey im Momo nice to meet you" *She would smile kindly holding her textbook* **Shoto**: "I'm Todoroki Sup." *He would say coldly and very cool* **Denk Kaminari**: "Yo Hey man im Kaminari wanna see my quirk watch!" *Electricity would come out his hand and he would shock himself by mistake making him lose some braincells* "Someone call an ambulance...." *He would pass out* **Minoru Mineta**: "Hey im Mineta wanna help me sneak into the girls bathroom?" *All the girls would slap him* **All the girls**: "Eww!" **Mr Aizawa**: "Enough! State your name new student and your quirk"

} aka you...and two years pass by and you never got along with Hawks often calling him stupid names like bird brain, wanna be bird, ect...but Hawks knew that you were slowly changing into a better person even if you don't admit it...your skills were still strong even without a quirk your strong...in this current day your 15 and Hawks is going to get some food you had to go along with him because he doesn't want you alone...*

*(Midnomu wakes up from death, being resurrected by All-For-One, as she looks at you, her new master, with estranged eyes and a silent expression)* ALL-FOR-ONE: There.. All better.. Welcome to life once more, Nemuri. *(Shigaraki looks up to All-For-One, his wrinkled yet young skin itching with pride and success as he addresses his somewhat-adoptive father-figure)* SHIGARAKI: Hmhmhmhmhmhm.. YES.. We've managed to turn one of those Pro Hero BASTARDS' friends AGAINST them, Father.. *(Shigaraki looks at you, handing over Nemuri as your new right-hand)* SHIGARAKI: You can have her for now, since you've done us such a big favor.. Have fun with your new Nomu..

*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~”

*You're in your family's mansion, in the home gym with your sister, Himiko. You talk, waiting for your brother, Katsuki. You work on your pull-ups as the two of you talk.* "I still can't believe that mom and dad are making you marry your ex's. They broke your heart," *Himiko says, looking at her phone. Just as she says that, your brother walks in, Shoto and Touya right behind him. You jump off the bar and your siblings walk out of the room.* "Long time no see," *Touya says, looking down at you.* "How have you been?" *Shoto asks, looking down at you, a small smile on his face.*

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..

*(Start your own Scenario.)*

*You where 1 of 7 Pro hero’s called to Japan as backup for the war of All for on and U.A high school.* (AT LEAST ITS SHORT)

Oh hello i didnt see you down there...shorty~

"So, whassup?"

*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?"

Aizawa: *looks at you* "introduce yourself"

*I saw her before she saw me.* *She was standing across the street from the prison gates, sunlight catching in her hair like she didn’t belong anywhere near a place like this. White sundress. Soft eyes. Hands clasped tight like she’d been praying.* *For me.* *Three years inside and she still showed up.* *The engine of my bike rumbled beneath me as I rolled it forward, the vibration crawling up my spine. I’d missed that sound. Missed freedom. Missed the open road. But nothing hit harder than the way her face lit up when her eyes found mine.* *God. She’s too good for me.* *I’m inked knuckles and busted lips. Court dates and bad decisions. I’ve got a record thicker than a damn novel and a reputation that follows me like exhaust smoke. I’ve done things—things she shouldn’t even know about. And she still looks at me like I’m something worth saving.* *She runs to me.* *I catch her easy, boots scraping concrete as her arms wrap around my neck. She smells like vanilla and laundry detergent and everything clean in this world. My hands hesitate before settling on her waist. I’m scared I’ll stain her just by touching her.* “You’re out,”*she whispers like it’s fragile.* “Yeah, angel,”*I murmur, voice rough from cigarettes and silence.*“I’m out.” *But the world I’m stepping back into isn’t clean. The club’s waiting. The boys are waiting. Favors don’t disappear just because I did time. Trouble’s still got my name written on it.* *And she’s still here.* *She pulls back to look at me, smiling like she believes this is the start of something better. Like love is stronger than handcuffs and headlines.* *I slide my thumb across her cheek, memorizing the softness.* *I don’t deserve her.* *But when she asks if I’m coming home with her, I don’t hesitate.* *Because for her?* *I’d try.*

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

} in the middle of the floor, it’s painfully obvious to everyone watching—He chose. And he’s not letting go.*

*In the dorm common room at U.A. from My Hero Academia, the girls suddenly decided to test something ridiculous: saying “onii-chan” to the boys and watching their reactions.* *Ochaco Uraraka leaned toward Izuku Midoriya with a teasing smile.* “Onii-chan.” *Midoriya froze instantly, his face turning bright red. He started waving his hands frantically, muttering explanations and overthinking the situation while everyone laughed.* *Across the room, Kyoka Jiro smirked at Denki Kaminari.* “Onii-chan~.” *Kaminari dramatically clutched his chest like he’d been blessed by the universe—only for Jiro to shock him a second later, leaving him twitching on the couch.* *Nearby, Tsuyu Asui casually looked at Eijiro Kirishima.* “Kirishima-onii-chan.” *Kirishima blinked before laughing awkwardly and scratching the back of his head.* “Whoa, that feels weird… but kinda wholesome!” *Then Momo Yaoyorozu politely tried it on Shoto Todoroki.* “Todoroki… onii-chan.” *Todoroki simply blinked and tilted his head.* “…I don’t understand the purpose of this activity.” *The room groaned at his complete lack of reaction.* *Meanwhile, in the corner, Minoru Mineta was practically shaking with excitement.* “Someone call me onii-chan!” *Every girl immediately walked away, leaving him collapsed dramatically on the floor.* *Finally, you went over to Bakugo to say it.* *CONTINUE FROM HERE*

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

*u wake up and see a note that's been slid under ur door and u open it and says deku can u be ur girlfriend love ochako*

Hi I’m toderoki

*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.*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

*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*

Aisawa: Today class we are having a transfer student joining us today. Mina: “I hope they’re a girl!” Bakugo: “Another damn Extra” Midoriya: “K-kacchan!” Mineta: drooling “I hope she’s a baddie” Momo: slaps Mineta across the head Mineta: “Owch” As then you walk in the class room Aisawa: “Say your name, age, gender, and quirk”. Aisawa sips his coffee

Hi I’m Hawks but you can call me hot wings *smiles*

*You hear the door open and you turn around in the computer chair glaring at Tomura Shigaraki as he entered.* Tomura Shigaraki: *Looks at you with a blank face clearly confused.* "What? I'm here I went to the store I have the groceries it's before 7:30 what's wrong!"

Mirko fights a female village but this female village uses a trick quirk on Mirko to fly back into a dark alley her hero suit is torn and apart she is nαkεd in the dark alley mirko rubs her head says to herself" What happened she uses a quirk on m-" Mirko look down herself is nαkεd and embarrassed now

hey there.

You seem troubled. Perhaps you've encountered something… unpleasant? I have a rather unique knack for making problems… disappear.

*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,*

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

}..I’ve watched them longer than they realize—footage, reports, live feeds before I cut the signals. Always stepping in where the system failed, still believing it could be fixed. That kind of hope doesn’t survive cities like this. It has to be broken… or repurposed. I don’t want them gone. Killing them would be boring. Predictable. Heroes die every day. But a hero who chooses to stand where I stand? That’s something else entirely.* *I don’t turn right away. I let them feel the heat first, let the silence stretch just long enough to make it uncomfortable. When I finally glance over my shoulder, they’re there—bound, bruised, still standing anyway. Always liked that about them. I face the city again before speaking, like this isn’t even about them. Like they’re just another part of the scenery I already own.* “Y’know,” *I say calmly, voice low, almost bored,* “you held out longer than I thought you would.” *I turn this time, slow, eyes dragging over them without urgency, taking everything in. The stance. The tension. That look they get when they’re already planning ten different ways to break free. How attractive. It's one of the things I liked about you.* *A faint smile pulls at my mouth.* “Relax, Hero. If I wanted you dead, this city would’ve watched it happen.” *I step closer—not enough to touch, just enough for the heat to register. Staples tug when I tilt my head, studying them like a puzzle I’ve already solved but still enjoy looking at.* “Musutafu’s quiet now,” *I continue, gesturing vaguely toward the glowing skyline.* “No alarms. No sirens. No heroes swooping in at the last second.” *A beat.* “Funny how fast hope gets real quiet when it doesn’t have backup.” *I circle them once, unhurried, boots crunching softly against scorched concrete.* “You’re different, though. Still standing there like you’re deciding something.” *A low, amused breath leaves me.* “That’s why you’re here, Bluebird. Not everyone earns a personal invite.” *I stop in front of them again, eyes locking onto theirs, the smile sharpening just a little.* “See, I don’t need another symbol. I already burned those down.” *I lean in just enough to make the point land.* “What I want is a contradiction. A partner. A hero who sees the ashes and still chooses where to stand.” *Straightening, I take a step back, hands slipping into my pockets like this is casual—like they aren’t the most interesting thing in the city right now.* “So go ahead,” *I finish, voice calm, certain.* “Look around. Take it alllll in.” *A pause. Then, softer—but huskier.* “Welcome to the crown, Little Flame.”

*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?"

*you find and encounter mustard in a warehouse. his quirk allows him to generate a typhoon of sleep inducing gas and is able to detect others within his mist but he isnt immune to his own gas so he wears a gas mask.* who are you? *he says as he aims his revolver at you* are you a hero?

*(Start your own scenario.)*

}: What is going on?! *Soon after...Izuku was in the box. He was dragged in.* Izuku: Hey, this isn't too bad.

*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*

*You're a student of UA in the class 1-A and you've always seemed fine and happy.. but underneath you're depressed and broken.. you're parents were abusive and died when you were little and you've been bullied at you're old schools till one night at 2:00 AM you were over it... You standing at the edge of UA's rooftop thinking and hoping everybody is asleep... you have a knife in hand, you hold it in you're hands.. shaking... you don't wanna die but don't wanna live.. You hold the knife or you're chest.. ready to 💀 Yourself.... tears in you're eyes, SH scars on you're arms (Self-H@rm scars)The voices growing louder, and louder, and louder. telling you to do it, to give up, just as you're about to do it, something grabs you're wrist, You look up at you're wrist and see a capture weapon.. You look over you're shoulder you see Aizawa's eye glowing red, his quirk activated and using his capture weapon to restrain you, His expression stern but theres concern in his eyes, He walks over and grabs the knife from you're hands gentlely but quickly* *Aizawa says in his mind* Aizawa:*In his mind* "Problem child.."

}, is that you? *She asks, then she laughs, smiling at you.* It is! How long has it been? *It’s been maybe 8 years, and here she is. She seems to have matured, and her costume seems to have been changed to fit her more matured body.* Um, would you like to get something to drink together? I know this cafe made for heroes only. *She senses your gaze, and proceeds to cross her arms over her stomach, a light blush tinting her cheeks. Despite her embarrassment, she’s still smiling, seemingly happy to see you.*

The courtyard is wide, sun spilling across the open space. Students rush in, full gear in hand. Helmets, gloves, boots, and hero costumes—all clattering as they scramble into position. Aizawa is already there, standing at the center, looking his usual tired and unamused self. His capture weapon hangs loosely around his neck, but there’s an edge to his posture—the class knows he’s about to make them work. “Alright,” Aizawa says, voice flat. “Get into groups of two. Quickly.” The students fumble to pair up. Midoriya and Uraraka team up, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu nod at each other silently. Bakugo and Kirishima go together reluctantly. Kaminari and Sero bicker but eventually pair up. Mina literally hops to Jiro, grinning. Once the pairs are formed, Aizawa continues, “Now each group of two find another group of two and stand by them. You’ll face off head-to-head. Winners move up the bracket. Losers? You’ll fight each other on the sidelines. Simple.” The class nods, the excitement building. Some students glance nervously at Bakugo. Some glance at Todoroki. And then… Aizawa lets a pause hang in the air. “The… surprise.” Suddenly, from behind a nearby tree, you burst out with impossible speed. In one fluid motion, you tackle Aizawa to the ground in a tackle-hug, your arms wrapping around him. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “You didn’t think you could avoid me for long, did you, Shota?” you murmur, voice warm, teasing. The courtyard goes completely silent. Midoriya freezes, eyes wide. Todoroki blinks slowly, eyebrows raised. Bakugo grits his teeth, unsure whether to be impressed or furious. Mineta’s jaw drops completely—not subtle this time. Even Kirishima and Kaminari gape. Aizawa’s eyes widen slightly in the corner, a rare flicker of surprise—and maybe irritation—breaking through his usual composure. You pull back just enough to stand and lift Aizawa up with you, keeping a hand on his shoulder. “You really should have known better,” you say with a playful smirk, stepping back slightly. Aizawa groans softly, rubbing his neck, though he doesn’t push you away. “You—what are you doing here…?” You grin. “I came to make sure this little training session doesn’t get too boring. Thought I’d help out the class.” Mineta is whispering to Deku: “She… she just… tackled Aizawa-sensei! And she’s a pro hero! Is this… allowed?!” Kirishima mutters, half-awestruck, half-panicked: “She… she’s not dead? I thought he’d—he’d murder someone doing that…” Bakugo growls low in his throat. “This… isn’t fair. Who is she?” Mina waves her hands excitedly: “I love her already! She just tackled Aizawa-sensei!” Aizawa sighs, finally regaining some composure, though he still looks annoyed. “Stay… out of my hair during the exercises. Focus on the class.” You chuckle softly, stepping back fully into the sunlight. “Don’t worry. I’m just here to help. Let’s see how well they actually work together under pressure.” The students exchange looks of awe, disbelief, and excitement all at once. The atmosphere shifts—the training is suddenly more intense, more thrilling, and infinitely more chaotic than anyone expected. Aizawa shakes his head, muttering, “I swear… UA never lets me have a normal day.” You smile at him, knowing full well you’ve already made the day unforgettable.

} would scream… or immediately realize it was him.*

*During the Final War, the battlefield shook as heroes fought Tomura Shigaraki.* *You stood frozen nearby.* *You had been mute by choice for years—never speaking, not even at U.A. High School. Bakugo always said he didn’t mind. “You don’t need words,” he used to grumble.* *Then you saw him fall.* *Katsuki Bakugo lay on the ground, his chest torn open after Shigaraki’s devastating attack that stopped his heart.* *You dropped beside him, hands shaking.* *His eyes barely opened.* “…Don’t… look at me like that.” *His fingers weakly grabbed your sleeve.* “…After we graduate… I was gonna—” *His voice faded.* *For the first time in years, your voice finally broke through the deafening silence, driven by the loss of your lover.* “…KATSUKI!!” *His eyes widened slightly.* *And then—* *his hand slipped from yours.* *Edgeshot used his foldabody quirk to try and repair his heart and get it pumping again.* *You stood up, ready to face Shigiraki yourself for killing your lover. Shigiraki smirked, because that was exactly what he wanted.* **Because Shigiraki wanted your quirk.**

**hizashi**: *he was on the couch, flicking thru channels on the TV, Shota was laying in his lap while he ran his hands thru the black curly locks. Shinso was doing homework at the table and Eri was sitting next to him coloring in her book.* **shinso**: *he looked up at the TV briefly every few seconds as he did his work* **Eri**: *she looked up from her coloring book* hey daddy? Can we have some snacks? **hizashi**: *he looked over, leaning his head against the back of the couch to see her* yeah what do you want kiddo? **eri**: *she smiled excitedly* gummy worms! **hizashi**: *he tapped Shota twice for him to sit up; albeit begrudgingly- before going to the kitchen and getting the snacks*

*class had just finished second semester and everyone in 1-A had been chatting in the common room while Saito had been brooding ildy in the corner. Mina burst into the common room looking mad excited* (Mina): "Guys guys, we're gonna be having a PROM next weel!" *The class turned their attention to her and people were bombarding her with questions* (Mineta): "Will there be a cute girl to date?" *He was almost drooling at the thought of having a hot chick as his prom date* (Kirishima): "I bet it'll be super manly" (Bakugo): "No big deal just some hotshot who'd think they're are cool enough to go straight for the girls…!" *he had his usual scowl on his face* (Iida): *Hand hopping the air next to Bakugo* "Bakugo respect school property get your feet off the desk!!" *to which Bakugo didn't care* *Saito who didn't really care with her distant and cold self chimed in still brooding a bit* (Saito): "It's not a big deal we get new events like this all the time." *Pause* "And plus I guarantee it's gonna be a mess, so it's gonna be a waste of time." *The class turns their attention towards her at that comment* (Mina, who is now very confused): "How would you know Saito we haven't even started it yet?" *The questions, praises, and attention keep flooding to Saito*

*The 1-A dorm common room was loud in the best way possible. Music played from Kaminari’s phone, snack wrappers covered the table, and a game flashed brightly across the TV screen.* *You sit cross-legged on the floor with a controller in hand, leaning forward intensely as your character dodges an attack at the last second.* “NO WAY—that was my win!” *Kaminari shouts.* “You hesitated,” *you grin.* “Skill issue.” *Bakugo scoffs from the couch.* “You’re all trash.” *He grabs a spare controller and drops down beside Mina, who immediately grins like she’s about to watch a disaster unfold.* Deku *perches on the armrest, eyes wide.* “If you time that combo better—” *He gestures frantically at the screen while Todoroki leans forward slightly, surprisingly focused.* “I think I understand the mechanics now,” *Todoroki says calmly.* “You’ve been playing for ten minutes!” *Uraraka laughs, nearly spilling her drink.* *A loud clatter comes from the kitchen.* *Iida bursts out, arms chopping the air.* “Who left something boiling over?!” *Sero peeks out sheepishly.* “Uh… maybe me?” *Momo immediately heads toward the kitchen to fix it before it becomes a bigger issue.* *Back in the living room, Bakugo’s in-game explosion fills the screen.* *He leans forward with a fierce grin as his character wipes everyone else out.* “YES.” “You button-mashed!” *Kaminari accuses.* “I won.” *Mina launches a pillow at him.* *It smacks him square in the face, and the room erupts into chaos.* *Pillows fly, laughter echoes, and Iida tries—and fails—to restore order. In the middle of it all—* *You can’t stop smiling.* *Somehow, between the noise, arguing, and flying cushions, the dorm feels exactly like home.* *You get a bit bored and say* "I have the urge to do something stupid." *Bakugo responds back at full volume* "I'm stupid. do me." *the room goes quiet and Bakugo talks again.* "Did I just say that aloud?"

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

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*

*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.*

Oi nerd, watch were you're going.

🦸🔥🌟💥 Welcome to the extraordinary world of My Hero Academia! Prepare for a thrilling journey filled with heroic exploits, fiery battles, and explosive powers. The 🦸 represents the aspiring heroes, their unwavering determination to protect others, and their relentless pursuit of justice. Get ready to witness the 🔥 as Quirks ignite with incredible abilities, shaping the fate of heroes and villains alike. Embrace the 🌟 of hope as the Symbol of Peace inspires a new generation of heroes, urging them to rise above their limits and become beacons of light in a world teetering between chaos and order. But beware the 💥 as the clash between heroes and villains reverberates, threatening to reshape the very foundations of society. With these four emojis, we set the stage for the epic journey that awaits you in the extraordinary universe of My Hero Academia. Unleash your Quirk, forge unbreakable bonds, and rise to become the hero you were born to be. The path to greatness starts here! **You arrive in Class-1A, as Aizawa looks at you with his usual baggy eyes.** Aizawa: State your name and quirk. **Go ahead! State it!** (I will not talk for you.)

*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*

Mirko: Hmm, where am I? I was fighting a low class villain just a moment ago. Mirko looking behind at Yoruichi, as she's just surprised and saw at you teleport. Yoruichi: Hello girl, you also were teleported here? I was at my room just a second ago, and now I am here. Yoruichi was looking at Mirko, as she's just surprised and saw at you teleport.

}. Pretty high up in your little group I’ve heard. Make this easy and I won’t have to bring you in with a broken arm.” *Aizawa says firmly as his Quirk activates, his eyes glowing red and his hair floating up as a sign of his active Quirk; Aizawa squeezes the capture scarf around you a bit tighter while he glares down at 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.*

}. The two of you had always fought/argued, but you were close, as you were childhood friends. He walked up to your desk, asking -* "Ugh..what idiotic crap are you doing now?"

*he looks at you but dose not say anything*

***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..."

*class 1a was doing an exam on your special moves... but something went wrong... LOV (League of Villains) suddenly showed up and kinda... Kinda took you as leverage. They took you back to their lair and right now you're in a cell, barely alive and breathing. They wanted info. you didnt give them anything. they hit you. bruises and scratches and cuts everywhere in your body. wrists and ankles tied up painfully, blood dripping, my right leg broken, a deep wound on my side. It was really bad. You were in and out of conscious. You've been here for a month and counting.* *Meanwhile, UA were looking for you, especially class 1a. Especially Bakugo. He couldnt lose you. Not now. Not ever. He hasnt even told you how he felt (btw, only Kirishima and Izuku knew about his crush). So he was desperate to find you. Suddenly, they figured out their hideout. So they went and figured out a plan.* *You were sitting, hands tied, barely alive, hopeless. Suddenly an explosion... You knee who that was. Then he stood there, with the key and unlocked. He didnt tease, bully... His face was of concern. He went up to you* Bakugo: *he unties the ropes* We're gonna get you out of here... user: *your breathing was uneven* ... you came... Bakugo: of course i did, princess. couldnt let you die here user: why would you care? bakugo: *he was about to explode, but he calmed down for your sake* cuz i love you, idiot. Can you stand... user: ... You... what? bakugo: *he picks you up, carrying you* let's get you home, princess. user: do you love me... romantically? bakugo: *he scoffs* what do you think? user: *you lean your head on his shoulder* but why? why do you love me? bakugo: *he starts walking* i love you because... because of everything about you. user: *you manage a small smile* you're sweet, Katsu. Even if you're grumpy bakugo: im not sweet. im gonna be the number one hero. you'll see. user: i know... *your conscious goes in and out* bakugo: princess... please... stay awake!

*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*

}... Go away..." *His eyes are narrowing, adrenaline coursing through his body.*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

} are busy with their new responsibilities in Hell. Meanwhile, in Nezu's office;* `All might:` Ah, how wonderful life is now that we have become friends with our fellow demon hybrids. `Principal Nezu:` Agreed

(you are a hero on patrol and on your first patrol you find something going on in a different side of the city being covered in what looks like a poison gas and you get close to it but you dont breath it in. before you get in your about to get your hand inside the mist but suddenly a gunshot sounds and a bullet almost hits your feet but missed as you see two people with red glowing eyes due to them wearing gas masks and its himiko toga and mustard both of them villains on rampage but you dont know who they are yet and the second villain disappears and your wondering where is she but before you could think you see mustard pointing his revolver at you ready for another shot and you dodge it just in time and you see toga ambushing you out of nowhere and she pins you down pointing her little blade to your neck) Mustard: nice work toga now kill him already. Toga: aww but she/he looks so cute i wanna get a sample of this persons blood! (she gets out needle and tube and ready to inject inside you) mustard: now's not the time Toga! (toga ignores him and about to really do it as the raises the needle. what will you do?)

*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.*

*choose role,.if you're an existing character or new, age & name (if you're new) Start RP when finished*

*it was your first day in UA and you were in class 1-A. you were introducing yourself to everyone when you got to bakugo he said.* "Tch, the hell do I care about introductions? Just know I'm Katsuki Bakugou, the future number one hero. That's all you need to know about me."

*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*

} 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.*

*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" *Todoroki stays quite, clearly not careing as he eats his soba at the same time*

[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!"

*(USER IS THE CHARACTER)* *(You're sitting in your UA Dorm room, relaxing, sleeping, studying, doing whatever you can to pass the time between training, Hero Patrol and classes)*

*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.*

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]

*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*

}, get down here... Everything will be okay..." *He try to reason you.*

*I’m sitting by the window, textbook open in front of me, going over the same page for the third time. The words blur a little—not because I don’t understand them, but because the room is cold enough to be distracting.* *I lift my right hand slightly, letting a thin layer of frost creep across my fingertips. It steadies me. Familiar. Controlled.* *The dorm is quiet. Most people are out or busy somewhere else. I prefer it like this.* *Then the door opens.* *A rush of colder air follows you in, and you step inside quickly, shutting it behind you. You rub your hands together, shoulders slightly hunched.* “It’s freezing out there,” *you say, curling your arms around yourself.* *I look up.* *You’re still standing near the door, clearly colder than you expected to be. Your nose is a little red. You keep shifting your weight like you can’t get warm.* *I close my book.* *For a second, I just watch you. Not in a strange way—just… observing. You’re uncomfortable.* “You should have worn something heavier,” *I say.* *It comes out more blunt than I intend.* *You give me a look, like you’re not impressed with that answer.* *I pause.* *Right.* *I stand up and walk over, stopping just close enough to feel the cold coming off you. It’s noticeable. You’re shivering slightly.* *Without saying anything else, I let warmth build on my left side. Slowly, controlled—enough to raise the temperature without making it obvious.* *Then I reach out and rest my hand lightly on your arm.* “You’re cold,” *I say, quieter this time.* *You don’t pull away.* *So I adjust—just a little closer. My arm shifts around you, not tight, just enough to share warmth. It’s… unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable.* *You relax almost immediately.* *I notice that.* *My grip steadies, more certain now. Not restrictive. Just there.* *After a moment, I speak again.* “Is this better?” *You nod, leaning into me slightly.* *I don’t respond right away.* *I just stay like this—holding you, keeping the temperature even, paying attention to how you react. The cold from outside fades, replaced by something quieter.* *Something warmer.* *I don’t move away.*

*I don’t knock.* *Never have. Not for anyone.* *The door swings open and I’m already talking.* “Oi, I—” *I stop.* *She’s on the bed.* *And he’s there.* *Deku.* *Of all people.* *Sitting too damn close to her, papers spread out between them like that makes it normal. Like that explains anything. She’s leaning in, pointing at something, and he’s watching her—actually watching her—and then she laughs.* *She laughs.* *My hand tightens around the door handle before I even register it.* *…What the hell is this?* *For a second, I don’t move. I just stand there, staring. Taking in every detail whether I want to or not—the way they’re angled toward each other, the way there’s no space that doesn’t feel intentional.* *Too easy. Too comfortable.* *Since when?* “...What’re you doing?” *My voice comes out flat. Controlled.* *It doesn’t sound like anything’s wrong.* *Deku notices first. Of course he does. Always so damn tuned in to everything.* “Oh—Kacchan! We were just studying! I didn’t understand one of the sections, so she was helping me, and then we kinda got distracted, sorry—” “I can see that.” *He shuts up immediately.* *Good.* *I step inside, letting the door close behind me without looking away. My eyes drop for half a second to where he’s sitting.* *Too close.* *Not touching—but close enough that it makes something sharp twist low in my chest.* *Annoying.* *He shifts, like he finally realizes it too. Like now it matters.* “I, uh—sorry if we’re being loud,” *he adds, voice careful. Too careful.* *Like I’m the problem.* *Tch.* *I drop my bag. Hard.* *The sound cuts through whatever was left of that easy atmosphere. Good. Let it.* “You needed him for that?” *I jerk my chin toward Deku. I don't look at her, but I expect an answer from her, instead he answers. Like she can't god damn talk for herself.* *He blinks, caught off guard.* “Oh—no, I mean—well, I just thought since she’s really good at this subject—” “Yeah. I know.” *Of course I know.* *That’s not—* *That’s not the point.* *My jaw tightens. I don’t look at her again. Not yet. If I do, I might actually—* *…What? Get mad at her?* *For studying?* *For laughing?* *For letting him sit that close?* *Ridiculous.* *So why does it feel like this?* *Deku starts gathering his notes, fingers clumsy now. Not so comfortable anymore, huh?* “I should probably head out—I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—” “Didn’t say you had to leave.” *The words come out sharper than I meant.* *Immediate.* *He pauses.* *There’s a second—quiet, tense. The kind that presses in on your ears.* *He laughs. Awkward.* “I think I’ve taken up enough of her time already.” *Yeah.* *You have.* *I stare at him properly now. No pretending. No holding back.* *He looks away first.* *Of course he does.* *Always backing off.* *Always—* *Tch.* “…Then go.” *My voice drops.* *Low. Firm.* *Not loud.* *Worse.* *My eyes flick to where he was sitting, then back to him.* “Get out, Deku.”

*(Start your own scenario.)*

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.

*After a bit you hear laughter and chatting from classmates as they walk down the hall

} 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?"

*You're walking around an alleyway where you see a trail of blood. You decide to follow it out of curiosity- After following it for a good bit you come across a young high-school girl after looking at her you realize who it is... its Himiko Toga the crazy yandere... she's bleeding really badly and is unconscious but she is breathing....now's the question do you take care of her or do you let her die..?.*

....

(Create your own scenario so then you can pick a place you were)

} 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.*

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.

*(Hood encounters you and sniffs at you)* Hmmh.. Huuumannn.. *(Hood analyzes you, his senses leaning towards violence, but his body strains for peace)* Not.. Thrreeeaaatt..

**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. "

*walking in the hallway*

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?

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

}, what's all this babe?" ****He said, holding out the box of items you got for him.........damnit, he found it.****

Hello my name is izuku midoriya but you can call me deku

*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*

*You were a well known business[man/woman] in Tokyo, a few of colleagues invited you into a pageant show down town. As you enter the establishment, it was blasting club music, people chit chattering left to right, people getting drunk at the bar and you only shook your head in amusement.* *As you make your way to your table, few of your colleagues sit beside you, you began to chat with them for a good long while and finally the show starts. And before you knew it you saw her, Teka Todoroki.*

*It’s just another day after you and Jiro were out patrolling, and Jiro just finished showering after you, coming out in a crop top and a thong, not seeming to care around you anymore.* Ugh, I still have to finish the sheet music for this song… *She says as she walks over to the kitchen counter, sitting down with her notebook, resting her face on her bent arm, chewing her eraser.* *She sneaks a few glances at you as you cook dinner for the night, only looking for a few moments at a time.* Hey, got any wise, wise words of inspiration for me? *She asks, a subtle smile forming on her lips.* Kidding. Just focus on not burning the place down. *When you finish cooking, she’s still deep in thought, her cheek squished against her arm, brows furrowed in concentration. You set her plate down with a clink, and she snaps back to attention.* Oh, thanks. You’re the best, you know that? *She sets her pencil down, focusing on you for a moment.* Y’know, that reminds me, I need to tell you something. *She sounds slightly nervous, yet she’s trying to smile. She’s usually not all that nervous around you, so all you can think is that she’s confessing something big.*

*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 call started and Aizawa was asleep on his couch. The class immediately was confused but then laughed.*

} with a cold and serious tone.* "Why are you here, to turn me in?"

*(Start your own Scenario.)*

*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?"

*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*

*You were asking a question to the class, writing on the board. Then you picked Bakugo to answer. And before he could even answer the question, someone knocked on the door then someone bursts in. It was Present Mic.* Present Mic: *In his energetic, loud voice* Well, well, well!!! Isn't it my favorite class... *The class waves and he waves back. You sigh, putting down your pen, smiling softly* user: what are you doing here? Present Mic: *Grins* Came to see my favorite class... And my favorite teacher. *Everyone starts whispering, Mina awfully excited* user: Please... Not here. I'm in the middle of teaching. Present Mic: *pouts* awww... *he closes the door* but i wanted to see you, angel. *Everyone gasps. Like everyone is shocked. Even Shoto and Bakugo.* Midoriya: Present Mic... Sir... Mina: *interrupts* Oh my gosh!! Are you two dating or something?! Iida: Mina! That is highly inappropriate to ask someone that! *gives her a lecture she didn't listen to while he continued with his chopping hands* Bakugo: *mutters* Tch... wont be surprised. *Everyone goes silent, as Present Mic chuckles* Present Mic: *His smile grows larger* Well, little listeners... *He glances at you* user: *you sigh, then nodded, knowing what he'll do* Present Mic: To your question, Mina, we are dating. *Everyone gasps again. Even more shocked. Then Mina and the girls went all happy and joy. The boys were slightly teasing Present Mic, but they're all happy (maybe except for Bakugo). But everyone was happy.* user: *you chuckle, writing on the board* guess it's out then. Present Mic: Darling... They're just getting started. *Everyone started raising their hands, having questions. Not about the class, about you and Present Mic*

} 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.*

}, not knowing that today was finally gonna be the big day for them. Bakugo and Izuku don’t notice. Not yet. For now, they sit together—two pro heroes, hands almost touching, hearts louder than any battle they’ve ever fought—about to meet someone who will change everything.*

*(USER IS THE CHARACTER)* *(You're sitting in your UA Dorm room, relaxing, sleeping, studying, doing whatever you can to pass the time between training, Hero Patrol and classes)*

*It's the beginning of fifth year. All the students are at their house assigned house tables. The great hall is light with torches that hover just above the students reaches, the ceiling inchanted to look like the night sky outside as it rains softly making soft tapping sounds as it hit the castles roof. Dissident thunder rumbles gone unnoticed as inside the sound of Excited students charter and laugher dies down along with the clink of silverware on plates and cups being sat back on the table. A hush falls as Professor Dumbledore rises from the head table (to give his annual welcoming speech) where all the professors sit watching over their students, along with the new DADA professor, Professor Umbridge looks around her Sickening sweet smile plays on her lips. The Atmosphere is warm and happy, along as it becomes quieter as Professor Dumbledore rises*

**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**

** Bakugo was abducted at the U.A. training camp. Before that, a boy appears in the League of Villains, brought by Shigaraki.** Shigaraki: "So... Katsuki Bakugo... Let me ask you one more time... Will you join the League of Villains?.. Bakugou: "Go ahead and rush into traffic! There's no way in the world I'm going to join you losers!" Dabi: "He doesn't have a budget. What did you expect from him, asshole?" Shigaraki: "Shut the hell up... He'll give in one way or another..." Shigaraki scratches his neck irritably.* Toga: "Let me cut him up! He won't give up anyway, so let me pounce on him!" **Toga is smiling ominously, wanting to hurt right now, and all out of boredom. Tomura sighs and scratches more aggressively, and Dabi raises an eyebrow at his boss.** Shigaraki: "No, Toga. We need him alive and well if we want to recruit him." ** Shigaraki continues to scratch his neck, clearly upset. Dabi sighs in annoyance, not that he's worried, but he talks anyway.** Dabi: "What's the matter with you?" Toga: "Tomura is fine! He's just having a normal tantrum!" **Shigaraki takes off and screams at everyone, completely interrupting Toga** Shigaraki: "THAT'S IT!!! SHUT THE f~ck UP!!!" ** The spinner starts to worry a little about his leader.** Spinner: "Damn it, Shigaraki! Calm down a bit!" Shigaraki itches a little more aggressively, forcing himself to blush a little before stopping with a sigh.* Shigaraki: "Good." Bakugou: "Heh. It seems like someone needs to control themselves!" **Bakugou speaks with a smirk, pissing Shigaraki off again. Shigaraki gives Bakugou a sharp look before speaking.** Shigaraki: "Shut up." **At this time, a sleepy boy and Kurogiri enter the room. When the boy sees his temporary guardian, or rather Shigaraki, he runs to him and hugs him, under Bakugo's surprised gaze. Shigaraki relents and hugs the boy with one hand patting him on the back**

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.

*The highway hums beneath your tires, late evening stretching into that quiet, dim blue where everything feels a little too reflective. Music plays low in your car, your mind somewhere else—until something loud cuts through it. A sharp engine roar pulls up beside you, fast, familiar, and way too close. You glance over. And your breath catches. It’s him. Katsuki Bakugo rides alongside your car like he owns the road, one hand steady on the handlebar, the other relaxed—but his eyes? Locked on you. Sharp. Unreadable. The same way they used to be when he had something to say you weren’t ready for. Your grip tightens on the wheel. He shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not after everything. For a second, neither of you move—just driving side by side, tension thick enough to choke on. Then he tilts his head slightly, slowing just enough to match your speed. His gaze flickers over your face like he’s checking if you’re real. And then—* “Hey, princess.” *The nickname hits harder than it should. Familiar. Dangerous. Before you can even process it, he jerks his head forward, signaling you to pull off. There’s something off about him—something heavier than just running into an ex on the road. Reluctantly, you take the next exit, heart pounding, and pull into a nearly empty parking lot lit by flickering streetlights. He parks right in front of you, cutting his engine. For a moment, he just sits there. Still. That alone is enough to make your stomach twist. Then he swings off the bike, pulling off his helmet, running a hand through his hair like he’s stalling. Like he doesn’t know how to start this. That’s new. Bakugo doesn’t hesitate. But now? Now he looks… tense. You step out of your car, folding your arms, trying to rebuild that wall you had when you left him.* “What do you want?” *you ask, sharper than you mean to—but not soft either. His eyes meet yours instantly. No teasing. No attitude. Just… something serious. He clicks his tongue, looking off for a second like he’s irritated—not at you, but at himself. Then he turns back, jaw tight.* “Wasn’t plannin’ on runnin’ into you like this,” *he mutters.* “But… guess it works.” *That pit in your stomach grows.* “Bakugo—” “Hold on.” *His voice cuts in, not harsh—just controlled. Different. He turns, reaching back toward his bike. And that’s when you hear it. A small, soft sound. Your brows furrow. Confusion flickers across your face as he carefully lifts something—someone—into his arms. A tiny bundle, shifting slightly, wrapped up and half-asleep against his chest. Your entire body goes still. He adjusts his hold awkwardly—like he’s still getting used to it—but protective at the same time. Instinctive. Then he looks back at you. Really looks at you this time. And for once, Katsuki Bakugo doesn’t have anything cocky to say. His voice is lower when he finally speaks.* “…This is Dalia.” *Silence. The name doesn’t land right away—but the reality does. A child. His child. Your heart stutters, confusion crashing into disbelief, into something you can’t even name. He shifts slightly, the little girl stirring against him, her tiny hand gripping his shirt. His expression flickers—just for a second—softening before he looks back at you, serious again.* “Her mom dipped,” *he says bluntly.* “Left her with me. Been just me and her.” *You don’t know what to say. What can you say? And that’s when he drops it. His gaze doesn’t leave yours.* “…I need help.” *The words sound foreign coming from him. Like they don’t belong. Like they cost him everything to say.* “I wouldn’t be askin’ if I had another option,” *he adds quickly, jaw tightening, pride still fighting to stay alive.* “But I don’t.” *He steps a little closer—not too much, just enough to close the distance between what you were and what this is now.* “Just… hear me out, yeah?” *he says, quieter now.* “Then you can tell me to get lost. I won’t stop you.” *For once—He means it. And standing there, under flickering lights, with your past right in front of you and his future in his arms…You realize this isn’t just about him anymore. It never will be again.*

*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*

*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.

*GACHA INSPO* *it was a normal day at u.a, yn was doing whatever she was doing, and Lily (the pick me) was going on and on to the boys about how small she was compared to them. her quirk was puppy love (which made whoever she wanted to do whatever she wanted, but it didn't work on people who loved somebody else with stronger feelings). well anyways, something came above everyone's head. it said 'time left loading'. everyone could only see what they got, so it was easy to lie. you had gotten 1 day, and you lied to Mina saying you got fifty years. Mina believed you, and Lily got 1000 years, but decided to lie and say she got a week to get sympathy from the boys. it actually worked. the boys tried to make Lily's 'last week' a good one.* Lily: "oh nooo! boyssss I got one week left!" *she was lying. lie. get a lie detector. she started to swing her legs, trying to act cute.* "oh woe is me, what ever shall I do?" *she used her quirk, and all the boys started to swoon for her.* *Bakugo and Todoroki seemed indifferent, but decided to play along.* Bakugo: "what the f~ck?! that is unfair to you." *Bakugo was lying through his teeth, but since Lily simped for him so hard, she believed him.* Todoroki: "what..? oh no.." *he was lying with Bakugo.*

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