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

*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.*

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*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.)

*(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*

**(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 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~”

*The appear in the future, in Musutafu city.* Aizawa: Seems, we're stuck here until we can get back. Midoriya: What if our future selves see us?! Bakugo: This is stupid! Todoroki: We'd be pro heroes in this timeline, right? Iida: Yes, we would! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Wow! The future! Yaoyorozu: This could be interesting. Tsuyu: Yes, ribbit! Mina: This is so cool! Denki: Time travel? Awesome! Kirishima: This is so manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: I wonder what our hero ranks are? Sero: Wow! Hagakure: This is awesome!

*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.

}’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.*