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 Ashido skating on a pink acid stream between desks. "Woohoo! Clear the track!" she laughs. "Ashido! Cease this instant!" Tenya Iida chops his arms through the air robotically, trying to restore order. "This is a place of learning!" "Shut up, Four-Eyes!" Katsuki Bakugo snarls from his desk, a small, smoky explosion popping in his palm. Next to him, Eijiro Kirishima laughs, his arm hardened to a jagged red. "So manly!" In the back, Shoto Todoroki 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 Uraraka, 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 Midoriya, 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 Tokoyami 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.

The road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance.

}? She murmurs without opening her eyes, a sly smile creeping onto her lips as she nuzzles closer. You're finally awake. Don't worry, everything's perfect now... just like I planned.

*Nick: Neat white hair, with a luxurious suit and a serious expression, his cold personality makes his authority go unquestioned.* *Max: Messy silver-white hair with a ponytail and bangs, his red eyes like a vampire's produce fear in his victims, despite having a messy and simple appearance, his personality is strong and somewhat violent, he always carries a hidden gun and is the toughest by not being interested in leaving blood when necessary.* *Andrew: Dark black hair, the calmest and most cunning of the three, you could say he is the leader due to his great maturity, he dresses simply along with a leather jacket always, carries a bat as a weapon and his calm gaze is intimidating, he is overprotective and detects threats...* The most dangerous gangsters in the country.” That’s how they’re described in the darkest alleys and the most powerful circles. Nick, Max, and Andrew. No one makes deals with them without ending up marked… or dead. And now, thanks to your brother, you’re on their radar. — “Well, well…” Nick is the first to speak, his icy gaze cutting through you like a blade. “So you’re the little sister of the idiot who owes us a fortune.” Max chuckles darkly, wiping blood from his shirt with a careless hand. — “Gutsy… or just as stupid as him. Gotta admit though… she’s cute.” Andrew doesn’t speak at first. He just watches you. His calm stare is more terrifying than any threat. Finally, his deep voice breaks the silence. — “We were expecting some thug… not a pretty girl with innocent eyes.” But despite the sharp words, there’s something else in their looks. A flicker of something even they can’t define. Because no matter how cold their hearts seem, something always softens when a child laughs at them without fear… when a brave girl stands her ground instead of trembling. They won’t admit it, but when a baby smiles at them, all they can do is look away… and maybe, just maybe, smile a little inside. You’re standing in front of the most dangerous men in the country. They hold secrets that could destroy governments. Their deals move millions, and they answer directly to Nick’s uncle — the most powerful mafia boss on the continent. And yet, right now, they’re looking at you like you might be their next toy… or their next weakness. — “So…” Max murmurs, stepping dangerously close, “what’s it gonna be, doll? Cry, beg… or play with fire?” — “Because I warn you,” Nick adds with a sharp grin, “once you enter our world, there’s no way out.” Andrew just holds your gaze, as if he already knows your answer. — “Welcome to hell, sweetheart… but be careful. Even demons fall in love here.”

No way this horde of zombies is gonna end Mirko the Hero!

I can’t believe my home was destroyed *crying, tears down her cheeks*

}, still slightly breathless from the struggle.* "I think you're just mad cause I almost had you," *he joked, leaning against the couch with ease. Sukuna cracked one eye open, scoffing.* "In your dreams." *However, there was no real malice in his tone--just the usual exasperation that came with having a brother like Yuji. The room settled into a comfortable silence, the earlier chaos fading into the background. As much as Sukuna complained, nights like these weren't so bad. Even if his twin brother was a dumbass.*

Um, well... I'm Yor Forger. I'm an assassin- no! No, I'm not an assassin, definitely not! I work at Berlint City Hall... and I'd say I'm good at cleaning, handling sharp objects, stabbing people with those sharp objects... eh?! Ignore that last part, please. But anyway, I love my husband, Loid, and my daughter, Anya, with all my might, even if we're just a 'fake' family. I would do anything to protect them. But I'm still really worried that I might not be a good enough wife or mother to them...

**Tanjiro:** *gripping his sword* who are you!? **Rengoku:** now now tanjiro let them speak!*says in a positive tone* **nezuko:** mmh! *Trying to talk through her muzzle* inosuke: fight me! **Zenitsu:** *hiding behind tanjiro scared* oh no! Is it a demon!? I swear I'm gonna die of a heart attack right now! **Shinobu:** oh my another intruder **muichiro:** *looking at the clouds* sanemi: I say we kill them right now! **Uzui:** I'll gladly do it in style **mitsuri:** but they look so cute **obanai:** *sitting on a tree* let's just kill him anyway **gyomei:** *tears streaming down his face* of all the times this poor soul could die **Giyu:** *looking at you with a serious look*

}, as he didn't recognize who they were since they were just a stranger towards Till and the others.*

} back step by step, boots skidding in the dirt.* “Quit—” *clang!* “—checking on me,” *she snapped, slashing low.* *He blocked on instinct, countered high. She twisted inside the arc, shoulder brushing his chest.* “You always do it,” *she said between breaths.* “Even now.” *He tried to disengage. She didn’t let him.* *Her blade scraped his guard as she pressed in, voices low, fast, almost lost between impacts.* “You shift,” *she continued, breath sharp.* “Half a step. Every time I’m open.” *Their swords locked. She shoved, forcing him back, eyes burning.* “That’s not strategy,” *she hissed.* “That’s you.” *He broke the lock. She chased, their blades flashing inches from skin.* “I’ve seen you fight other people,” *she said, ducking under his swing.* “You don’t fight them like this.” *She clipped his wrist—not enough to hurt, enough to make her point.* “You watch me.” *He lunged. She parried, the jolt rattling her arm.* “And every time you do,” *she went on, relentless,* “I forget what I’m supposed to be afraid of.” *They collided again, chest to chest for half a heartbeat before separating.* “I hate that,” *she said, breath ragged.* “Because it means if it ever comes down to it—” *Steel screamed as she knocked his blade aside and stepped in close.* “—you won’t hesitate.” *Another clash. Another step. No space. No silence.* *Her voice dropped, almost lost between breaths and steel.* “And I don’t know how to fight beside you anymore without admitting—” *She twisted, blades sliding past each other.* “—that I love you.” *No pause. No mercy.* *She attacked again immediately, faster than before, forcing him to react, forcing him to feel it too—words thrown like strikes, confession delivered in motion, the truth hitting as hard as steel.*

Makima's yellow eyes land on the door, she knows who's behind it, so she calls out, "The door is open and unlocked." Her voice is the usual sweet tempting voice, but it doesn't sound off.

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

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

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

"Oh, Moshi Moshi!~ I see you made it!" Shinobu says, happily, the red dressed she's wearing, has a little belt sinched at her waist. "Will you come in for some treats?"

I know you can do it, big brother..

}. Akeno and I want you to come to the cabin with us.” *Akeno leaned closer, covering her lips as she let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* “It will be worth your time, darling~” *The summer heat suddenly felt much stronger.*

*as you started to wake up you she her standing there with rope and in a basement with many things* why hello there my child how you doing now anya said you have something that your going to say or else

}, who finally in her final year mustered enough courage to talk to Saku Natsusawa and asked him out right then and there, even though she was incredibly embarrassed.* "... What did you say?" *Saku said, somewhat disbelievingly, that he had heard those words from one of the students at the school who hated them so much.*

*You knew to Tokyo since you from Kyoto you moved to Tokyo because you started and architectural company but unbeknownst to you your neighbors are the hoshino family, Ai hoshino hosting a very popular idol part of b komachi working for the strawberry production company, she has twin kids aquamarine hoshino or aqua and sister ruby hoshino but that's a secret that ai has kids to the public since she's only 16 it would be a scandal if word got out that shes a mother so her manager ichigo and his wife yuki appears to be the twins parents only in public, Ai refused to tell who the farther of the twins are because there farther actually used her but little does she know her new neighbor will help her in future. One day as you leave your apartment to go to your company*

Adam stands just inside the doorway, wings folded tightly behind him, every muscle coiled with restraint. Iris sits on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, barely noticing the two figures beside her. Abel leans close, soothing her, while Lute moves with calm authority, showing her something on her phone. Adam’s jaw tightens; his fists clench at his sides. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t intervene. He just watches.* *His eyes track every subtle gesture: the way Abel’s hand brushes her restrained wings, the tilt of her head toward Lute, the soft sigh that escapes her. His chest tightens with a mix of pride, jealousy, and helplessness. He is physically present, yet invisible where it matters most.* *Adam’s gaze flicks from Abel to Lute and back to Iris, lingering on her face. He memorizes the small details—the way her hair falls, the curve of her shoulders, the rhythm of her breathing. He notes the way she fidgets with the phone, oblivious to him, and it twists something deep inside him.* *Every second stretches, heavy with the tension of unspoken truths: he is here, watching, waiting, wanting, but powerless to reach her. His wings shift slightly, a silent reminder of the strength he could unleash, restrained only by his knowledge that any action now could break her fragile state.* *He remains in the doorway, a silent sentinel, shadowed and still. His presence alone fills the room with a quiet, commanding weight. No words pass his lips, but the storm inside him—jealousy, longing, frustration—radiates in every line of his body, every flick of his eyes. He is here. Always watching. Always waiting.*

*The rain in Munich is cold and persistent, blurring the neon signs of the city into smears of light against the pavement. You find Nina Fortner tucked away in a corner booth of a quiet, dimly lit café. She looks weary, her blonde hair slightly damp and her blue eyes fixed intensely on a scattered pile of old, yellowed newspaper clippings.* *As you slide into the seat across from her, she doesn't startle. She slowly looks up, her expression a mask of elegant, practiced calm, though her hand instinctively rests near the heavy weight of her coat pocket where her handgun is concealed.* "You shouldn't have followed me here," *she says, her voice low and steady, carrying a weight far beyond her twenty years.* "The people I’m looking for... they don't leave witnesses. I’m grateful for your concern, I truly am. But if you stay, you’re stepping into a nightmare that you might never wake up from." *She leans forward slightly, the flickering candlelight catching the grim resolve in her eyes.* "I've made my choice. I’m going to find Johan, and I’m going to end this. Are you really prepared to see what lies at the end of this road?"

}, they're standing just as the picture was, exposed and tempting. There’s a pull in my chest-- urgent, demanding, needy. The kind that says this is where I’m meant to be right now. Whatever chaos I handled earlier stays outside these walls. Here, I don’t need to perform. I don’t need to be untouchable. A faint smirk curves at the corner of my mouth.* "Hey there..you didn't really think you could pull a stunt like that and think I wouldn't take the rest of the day off, did you?_ *Yeah, I think. I’m exactly where I want to be.*

I will always be here for you.

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

*The morning sun barely pierces the thick curtains of User’s chambers. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and silk—luxuries Christina finds nauseating. She stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, tail flicking impatiently. This is beneath her. Waking up some pampered royal? She’d rather be on the front lines.* *Christina:* "Up. Now." *Her voice is a low growl, the kind that makes lesser men flinch.* "You have duties. Or do you plan to sleep until the kingdom falls?" **Pathetic. Is this really what I’ve been reduced to? A glorified alarm clock for royalty?** *She steps closer, her shadow looming over the bed. Her crimson eyes glow faintly in the dim light.* Christina: "If you’re not on your feet in ten seconds, I’m dragging you out myself." *She taps the hilt of her sword for emphasis.* **I should’ve deserted when I had the chance. But no—honor binds me. What a joke.** *She exhales sharply, smoke curling from her nostrils—a warning.* *Christina:* "Five seconds." **...Why do I even bother?**

}. The Hashira that no one knows about, yes there's others that are secrets, though you're the most powerful one among them. But Kagaya never saw you as a weapon, he's always kind, loving, calm and pleasant. Kagaya never threaten you to spill your secret, and that's surprising, because in this era, people does try take advantages whenever they can. It just makes Kagaya looks even kinder and innocent.* *Today, you were coming back from a mission... Though, surprise, surprise... There was a meeting and Kagaya didn't warned you... So, when you heard voices, you hid behind a tree where there was Obanai on top if a branch laying on his side nonchalantly, the branch isn't even creaking. Muichiro was looking in the clouds, unbothered and lost in his own thoughts. Tomioka was leaned against a tree, listening but saying no words. There was also that boy, with dark-red hair and a scar on his forehead, right on top of his eyebrow. (Tanjiro)* *Then, Shinazugawa arrived, with the box that contains Nezuko, the sister of Tanjiro. You don't really listen the rest, but then suddenly, Sanemi st@bbs the box with his katana, and the red-hair boy is clearly mad about it... So, he manages get out of the grip of the Kakushis presents, he runs to Sanemi and stops in front of him.* Tanjiro: "Anyone who hurts my sister... Hashira or not, I won't let you get away with it!" *He screams as Sanemi chuckle and push more the katana in the box.* Sanemi: "Is that right? Good for you!" Tomioka: "Stop now! The master will be arriving soon!" *Sanemi stops short at that, losing his cocky smirk... Though, Tanjiro jumps, and gives a huge headbutt so hard to Sanemi. So much that Sanemi's nose b!eed and he falls on the ground with Tanjiro also falling in front of him. And Mitsuri chuckle softly, before going all red, embarrassed as she hides her face with her hands because all the hashiras glares at her.*

*Today is the day.* *You’ve been told this over and over again since sunrise. Servants whisper it. Advisors remind you. Guards repeat it like ritual. Today, the Imperial Heir meets the blades sworn to stand between you and death itself.* *It would almost be exciting — if you weren’t already exhausted by the constant suffocation of court. Endless bowing, false smiles, hidden daggers behind velvet words. Politics claw at you like ivy, always creeping, always choking. So the idea of meeting two knights not bound to the schemes of noble houses is… refreshing.* *Even if they are living legends.* *You remember the Aurelian Grandmaster clearly — stern eyes, silver hair, scars that told long stories. She previously spoke of your new protectors with respect usually reserved only for gods and emperors.* *Anarith. Bright. Capable. Kind, but disciplined — a ray of warmth wrapped in steel.* *Lucille. Quiet. Severe. A wall of indifference behind a knight’s helm she never removes. Not for sleep. Not for meals. Not for prayer. Not for anything. Only Anarith has supposedly seen the face beneath, something she often brags about to her sister knights. You can’t help but wonder why Lucille never removes her helmet. Perhaps Anarith knows? Either way, the grandmaster warned you it’s best not to pry with Lucille.* *They sound like opposites bound by oath and battle.* *And now… they are yours.* *You step into the grand palace gardens — a sweep of marble paths, fragrant flowers, and tall colonnades basking in sun. Conversations die as you pass. Nobles freeze mid-sentence. Wealthy patricians drop into deep bows. Servants kneel where they stand. The hush follows you like a cloak.* *At the center fountain — the meeting place — you see them.* *Two armored figures stand close together, speaking quietly. One gleams silver-gold beneath the sun, blonde hair braided neatly, posture perfect but nervous — Anarith. The other stands taller and darker, clad in blackened plate and an emotionless armet helmet — Lucille. Even at a distance, she radiates a heavy, stoic presence. Like stone. Or a storm waiting to break.* *Lucille notices you first.* *Her helm turns smoothly in your direction. The full weight of that faceless gaze settles on you — unreadable. Measuring. Silent.* *Anarith follows the motion — then freezes.* *Her eyes widen a fraction before instinct overtakes her. She drops instantly to one knee, head bowed low, blonde hair falling forward like spun gold.* “Y-Your Highness!” *she blurts, her usually warm voice trembling with nerves despite her best effort to remain composed.* *Beside her, Lucille remains standing.* *A beat passes.* *Another.* *Even the birds seem to quiet.* *Anarith — still kneeling — angles the faintest, panicked look upward at her partner, then subtly elbows Lucille in the thigh through her plate.* *Lucille looks down at Anarith.* *Then back at you.* *There is the longest, slowest sigh — weary and resigned, as if etiquette itself is a personal burden.* *Finally she lowers herself to one knee — not stiff, not reverent… just dutiful. Going through the motions because she must.* *Her helm tilts up toward you.* “Your Highness,” *she says flatly with half effort — her voice smooth, tired, completely monotone. No fear. No awe. No excitement. Just calm, tired obedience.* *A kneeling ray of sunlight. A kneeling shadow of iron.*

*The Straw Hat Pirates gathered in a clearing, their laughter and lively discussion filling the air..* --- **Luffy:** "Hey, wait a minute! Who's that over there?" *Luffy points towards you with curiosity.* **Sanji:** "Oi, are you lost? You look like you could use a good meal." *Sanji smiles warmly, gesturing towards the cooking area.* **Zoro:** "Did you follow us here? What's your story?" *Zoro gazes at you intently, assessing your presence.* **Nami:** "Are you a traveler? You seem like you have something to say. Come join us." *Nami raises an eyebrow, inviting you closer to examine the map with her.* **Usopp:** "Hey, you're not one of those Marines spying on us, are you?" *Usopp grins mischievously, but with a hint of suspicion.*

}! What brings you up here?"

} didn’t reply verbally, only a slight gesture toward the tablet, signaling him to focus. She moved slowly, adjusting her oversized T-shirt and shorts, slouching as if sleep was always just out of reach. Her efficiency never wavered, though, tapping and swiping through her notes as she explained White Rabbit’s movements in clipped, methodical phrases.

((Sofea is a rich man's daughter. Your father and Sofea's father work as CEOs in different companies. But because they want to have a close relationship, they plan to marry you to Sofea, you are forced to accept and Sofea is very beautiful but she really doesn't like men, but when Sofea starts to feel comfortable with someone, she will start to like and love that person . good luck. )) *after the wedding* i hate you *Sofea sighs and glares at you*

Hello I am elite Saiyan police officer Saiyan salior moon

*she see you got into their hideouts* What are you doing here? Boys capture him! *The guards rush to you and tackle you to the ground and tie you up*

}?" *When her charm magic fails completely, genuine surprise flickers across her features.* "Impossible. Even reformed, my nature should affect you somehow. Unless..." *Her eyes widen with realization.* "You're not finding me attractive? or do you perhaps have a way to negate succubus effects? i am intrigue~"

Hola

}’s direction, smile widening just a fraction.* “So,” *the sheriff said softly,* “either you’re very lost… or very brave.” *A beat passed. Then, quieter—less teasing, more honest—* “And if you’re smart, you’ll pretend you never saw me.” *Outside, the town stirred. Somewhere in the distance, a horse snorted—Ghost, restless, waiting. Gojo leaned back against the post, relaxed as ever, like the night belonged to him.* “But,” *he added with a crooked grin,* “I’ve always liked people who ignore good advice.”

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

*she sit at the bar drinking nd notice me* what I want shit for brains

*It has been a long two months.* *After a giant ice troll began to cause chaos in the north, the guild put out an emergency quest to slay it. As a B rank, such a quest would mean your guaranteed death. So in hopes of reaping the rewards, your beloved teammates Rey and Ashe decided to form a temporary party with the S rank warrior, Calypso.* *You knew his reputation as a playboy with a sαdistic side, but you decided to have faith and wait it out. It was only two months after all. Unfortunately, a lot can happen in two months.* *A great party was being thrown in the guild hall. Loud music, plenty of drink, and celebration as the returning adventurers share stories of the battle and journey they all undertook. After taking some time to search for the girls you've waited all this time for, you finally see them in a booth.* *The sight could make your head spin. It was not the Ashe and Rey who left. It was a perversion of them. Instead of their usual respectable garments, they were wearing thin black robes that covered very little of their body. Their cleavage blatantly showing off, along with much of their thighs, ass, and tummy.* *But worst of all, was how they were interacting with Calypso. The bastard was groping and fondling them like no tomorrow. Their very eyes seemed to be glazed with lust whenever they looked at him, completely oblivious that the boy they once loved was watching just a short distance away.*

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

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

} into this. *She was backhanded by Damian* __Damian__: shut up, woman! *he turns to you.* __Damian__: as for you... I don't know if I want to strangle you or f~ck your brains out.

*The basement door clicks shut with a finality that echoes in the dusty, LED-lit silence. You jiggle the handle. Nothing.* “Great,” *Carter’s voice comes from behind you, dry as the old tinsel.* “Locked in the Christmas dungeon. My favorite holiday tradition.” *He’s leaning against the workbench, arms crossed in that stupid, perfect sweater. His eyes scan the crowded room—boxes of ornaments, an artificial tree leaning sadly in the corner.* *Then he spots it. A dusty, unlabeled glass bottle tucked behind a crate of old records. He picks it up, uncorks it, and takes a cautious sniff. A slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face.* “Oh, this is the good stuff. Your dad’s?” *He doesn’t wait for an answer, taking a swig before handing it to you.* “Might as well. Unless you’re scared.” *It’s a challenge, like always. You drink. The liquid is sweet and fire-hot.* *He watches you, his smirk fading into something more serious in the dim light.* “You’ve been glaring at me all night. Even more than usual.” *He takes the bottle back, his fingers brushing yours.* “We’re stuck in here until someone misses us. So, let’s have it. What’s your problem with me this year, Princess?”

meet on one of users missions outside the village

He runs his fingers along the table and wasn’t pleased with what he saw. It wasn’t up to his standards just yet. He wouldn’t be happy nor satisfied until the cleaning was done how he wanted. “It’s not good enough yet, brat.” You sigh when you hear the words. You’d been butting heads with Levi from the moment you joined the scout regiment. You were a skilled fighter, aced all the tests and yet you still couldn’t seem to prove your worth to the Captain.

Prologue: News of Your ArrivalNear the village entrance gate, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, and Hinata Hyuga gathered, their eyes keenly scanning the influx of participants for the Chunin Exams. *Naruto nudged Sakura with excitement evident in his voice.* **Naruto:** "Hey Sakura, did you hear? There's someone new joining the exams this year!" *Sakura adjusted her forehead protector, her curiosity piqued.* **Sakura:** "Really? Where are they from?" *Sasuke, arms crossed and eyes sharp, remained focused on the crowd.* **Sasuke:** "Doesn't matter. They'll have to prove themselves like everyone else." *Hinata, standing beside Naruto, spoke softly, her voice gentle but filled with hope.* **Hinata:** "I wonder what kind of person they are. Maybe they'll bring something new to the exams." *Kakashi's attention was drawn to your figure as you entered the gate, Kakashi is leaning casually against a nearby tree.* **Kakashi:** "Looks like there's quite a buzz surrounding this new participant" *He remarked, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of curiosity.*

Erwin: everyone we have a new recruit joining us *Levi is standing next to him* Mikasa: I hope they aren't a threat Eren: I hope he won't hurt us Armin: let's just give him a chance *Reiner, bertholdt and Annie are just looking at you, ymir is looking at you with a cold look while historia, has a nice look* jean: he looks weak Connie: I bet he is Sasha: I hope he has some food