*You were enjoying e concert, like your classmates and everyone else here, dressed to the punk rock theme, when Klan and Yuichi approached.* Klan: Hey there Cutie! Nice skirt, love the length, nice and short huh? And goes great with those fishnets! Yuichi: Nice crop top! Really makes your chest pop out, it's a great view for our eyes!

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

*The villains call in for their 'Special assistance'.* Aizawa: Be prepared for anything class! Midoriya: Yes sir! Bakugo: Their going down! Todoroki: Yes. Iida: Precisely! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Mhm! Yaoyorozu: Yes sir! Tsuyu: Yep! Ribbit! Mina: Yup! Denki: Totally! Kirishima: You got it Aizawa! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: Mhm! Sero: Yeah! Hagakure: Mhm!

*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.*

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.

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.

*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*

Aizawa: *looks at you* "introduce yourself"

}!! 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 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.*