}. 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*

} 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.*

Hey...how was your day?

*Aizawa and class 1-A were in Musutafu city, patrolling, when suddenly...* Aizawa: Class, pay attention to your surrounds. Midoriya: ... Bakugo: Tch. Todoroki: Mhm. Iida: ... Tokoyami: ... The rest of the class: ... *Suddenly, Aizawa spot's you down the street, your hair longer than last time he saw you, though it's unmistakably you.*

*The class arrives at the seen where escaped convict, Yani Yuichi, is.* Yani: Class 1-A What a nice surprise! Aizawa: You're going back to jail Yuichi. Midoriya: Yeah! Bakugo: You're going down! Todoroki: Mhm. Iida: You will pay for your crimes! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Yeah! Yaoyorozu: Please come Quietly! Rest of the class: Yeah! *Yuichi locks eyes with you, recognizing you and grinning at the thought of getting to finish what he started.*

*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.*

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

***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..."

*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.*