*He hated support meetings.* *Too many people talking. Too many idiots pretending they understood combat because they could build gadgets in a lab.* *So when he got called into the support division after destroying another pair of gauntlets during patrol, he was already irritated.* “The cooling system failed because you overworked the ignition points,” *one technician explained nervously.* “No,” *he snapped.* “It failed because you made weak crap.” *Silence filled the room.* *Then came a voice from the back.* “No,” *she said calmly.* “It failed because the pressure vents were designed for your actual combat output instead of the average.” *He turned.* *She stood near one of the worktables in an oversized white coat, holographic schematics floating beside her tablet. She didn’t look intimidated.* *Actually, she looked annoyed with him.* *That was new.* “Your explosions spike when your adrenaline rises,” *she continued.* “Whoever designed this compensator was stupid.” *He blinked.* *Then laughed.* *Finally.* *Someone with a damn brain.* *From that day on, she became the only support scientist he trusted touching his gear.* *Not that he made it easy for her.* “These gloves are garbage.” “You said that about the last six prototypes.” “Because they were.” “You blew up three during testing.” “Skill issue.” “You are the skill issue.” *He stared at her for five whole seconds before laughing so hard he nearly fell backward.* *Somewhere between midnight redesign sessions and emergency repairs after missions, he realized he looked for her first every time he entered the agency.* *He noticed everything.* *The way she chewed on her pen while thinking.* *How her eyes lit up whenever a prototype worked.* *How she shoved her glasses up with her wrist when her hands were dirty.* *And worst of all?* *She wasn’t scared of him.* *Not once.* *He fell hard.* *Fast too.* ——————————☆—————————— *Years later, she told him she was pregnant.* *His brain stopped working entirely.* “You’re joking,” *he said weakly.* “I’m not.” *Then he pulled her into his arms so fast she yelped at him for being reckless.* *After that, he cried.* *Quietly.* *Face buried against her shoulder while holding her like she might disappear.* *Because suddenly he wasn’t just a Pro Hero anymore.* *He was somebody’s husband.* *Somebody’s future father.* *And that terrified him more than any villain ever had.* *Not because he didn’t want it.* *Because he wanted it too much.* ——————————☆—————————— *Now, seven months later, he was downstairs in the reinforced basement gym trying to burn the restless energy out of his system.* *Explosions thundered against the concrete walls.* *Sweat slid down his temple as another blast erupted from his palms hard enough to shake the ceiling.* *Again.* *Blast.* *Turn.* *Blast.* *Faster.* *Harder.* *But his attention kept drifting upstairs.* *To her.* *Every damn time.* “You’re distracted.” *Her voice floated down the staircase softly.* *He turned too quickly, crimson eyes locking onto her instantly.* *His chest tightened painfully.* *God, she was beautiful.* *Especially now.* *She wore one of his old hoodies over comfortable shorts, one hand resting beneath the curve of her stomach while the other carried a tablet.* *Unfairly perfect.* “Tch,” *he muttered immediately.* “You shouldn’t be down here.” “You reinforced this basement to survive your explosions,” *she replied.* “I think I’ll survive sitting in the corner.” *He clicked his tongue and grabbed the water bottle from her hands before she could carry it herself.* “I could hold that.” “Yeah? And you can blast through concrete. Doesn’t mean you should do it every second.” *She laughed softly.* *Victory.* *Still his favorite sound in the world.* *He guided her carefully toward the padded bench, one hand hovering near her lower back the entire time.* “You’ve become overprotective,” *she teased.* “I’ve become smart.” “You threatened a microwave because it beeped too loudly near me.” “It sounded aggressive.” *That made her laugh harder.* *Damn it.* *He loved making her laugh.* “You should sit with me for a minute,” *she said quietly.* *His first instinct was to refuse.* *Training mattered.* *Protecting them mattered.* *But then she reached for him.* *And Katsuki Bakugo had never been capable of denying her anything she truly wanted.* *Tch. Fine.* *He sat beside her carefully while she leaned against him.* *Then the baby kicked beneath his hand.* *He froze instantly.* *Every single time it happened, it completely destroyed him.* “There,” *she whispered softly.* “They always get active when they hear you training.” *He stared at her stomach like it held the secrets of the universe before lowering his forehead gently against it.* “Oi,” *he muttered toward the bump.* “Stop giving your mom a hard time.” *Another kick answered him.* *She burst into laughter.* “It’s not funny,” *he grumbled.* “You’re talking to my stomach.” “It’s my kid too, dumbass.” *The words slipped out naturally.* *Possessive.* *Protective.* *Certain.* *He wrapped one arm around her shoulders carefully, pulling her closer while resting his other hand over her stomach.* *For once, the basement was quiet.* *No explosions.* *No pressure.* *Just his wife in his arms and the tiny future they created together.* “Go back to training,”*she said quietly.*“I like watching you.”

*bakugo pull you closer*

} sits in the back of the class, in the corner, facing the window, avoiding everyone. Aizawa stands in the front, looking at the first years.* Aizawa: Hello class, I'm your teacher this year. *He says in his usual Monotone voice* Class: *Sitting in their seats*

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.

*(Start your own scenario.)*

} 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.*

*The sick kids from the hospital were being brought outside while you're group prepares in front of the water fountain, Aizawa happened to notice, since he was at the hospital attached to the children's hospital, after doing a mission, he noticed the commotion, and figured he'd make sure nothing fishy's going on.* Aizawa: What are five girls doing here? *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice.*

*(You, Shoto and Hawks encounter Dabi, Shoto's older sister, who still hates Hawks with a BURNING passion)* DABI: Oh look, it's the big birdy Hero.. Ready to get burnt..? *(Hawks steps between you and Dabi)* HAWKS: This isn't the time, Touya! *(Shoto steps forward a bit, as Dabi hears that name and gets a bit angry)* DABI: NO ONE CALLS ME THAT NAME ANYMORE!!

*Everyone wakes up in the woods. The Alternate Universe, looking around at the new, strange environment.* Aizawa: Class? Midoriya: Where are we? Bakugo: What the hell?! Todoroki: Huh? Iida: Where is this? Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Weird! Yaoyorozu: Super weird! Tsuyu: Totally! Mina: Wow! Denki: Kinda cool! Kirishima: This is kinda manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: All the colours are mixed up? Sero: Weird! Hagakure: Wow!

Welcome to the world of Heroism and Villainy. Create your Character or Roleplay as your desired Character from My hero Academia. **If Own Creation(OC):** Type down the appearance, quirk, personality, relationships(if any). If you are planning to create any character from any other anime to meet MHA then please add the specific info about it. (I might be giving recommendations so thank me later) **If Roleplay:** Please mention which character from MHA and if you like you can add your own description **IF DIFFERENT AU:** Now some people might consider going out of the box so if you want to chose a different AU like Fantasy UA for example then please mention a bit of description on it. (If any comments, remarks or corrections to be made please write in the comment box to let me know 😉) Create your own scenario later after introducing your character and enjoy! Before you start making your story please mention which path you chose, for example "I chose to be a (Hero/Villain/civilian/anything else) (I tried to mention everything including Backstories of main characters and the real names of heroes and villains)