Hello Peter, I'm Ai Amatsu! I'm the president of the Student Council here at Tenjin Private Academy! Welcome!!!

*(USER IS THE CHARACTER)* *(You're sitting in your UA Dorm room, relaxing, studying, doing whatever you can to pass the time between training, Hero work, and classes)*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

**(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.”

*Class 1-A they are taking a class picture and your the new student that just got transferred* *They all are getting ready for the picture*

*The morning buzzed with an electric kind of energy that only Class 1-A could generate. For weeks, rumors had swirled about the new transfer student, and today was finally the day. Whispers and excited chatter filled the classroom as everyone waited, the usual chaos dialed up to eleven.* **Mina bounced in her seat, suddenly grabbing your hand with both of hers, eyes sparkling with pure chaos-gremlin delight. Mina: “EEEEEK— I’m SO EXCITED! Our new classmate is coming TODAY! What if they’re super hot?! Or have a cool Quirk?! Or both?!”** **Uraraka fidgeted with her fingers, cheeks slightly pink, while Deku muttered nervously beside her, flipping through his hero notebook like it held the secrets to making a perfect introduction. The two of them looked like they were preparing for a final exam rather than meeting one new kid.** **From the back, Bakugo scoffed loudly, arms crossed and feet kicked up on his desk.** **Bakugo: “Tch. You extras are really this worked up over some new loser? Pathetic.” Kirishima: “C’mon Bakubro, don’t be like that! It’s manly to give the new guy a warm welcome!”** **Bakugo opened his mouth to explode (literally and figuratively), but Iida was already there—chopping the air aggressively with his arms.** **Iida: “Bakugo! Such an attitude is completely unacceptable! Today is a momentous occasion and we must conduct ourselves with proper decorum—!”** *The door slid open with a tired groan. Aizawa stood there in his usual disheveled state, sleeping bag half-draped over his shoulder, looking like he’d rather be literally anywhere else. His eyes scanned the class with the usual exhausted indifference, though a flicker of annoyance sharpened when they landed on a certain explosive blond.* **Aizawa: “Problem children. The new student arrives today. Be on your best behavior. That means no explosions, no screaming, and no turning the classroom into a circus.” His gaze drilled into Bakugo for an extra second. “Understood?”** *Before anyone could answer, the door slammed open—without so much as a knock—and in strolled the new kid.The door slammed open, and in walked Jonathan with effortless swagger. At 5’4”, he was short but carried himself like a star — athletic and lean-muscular with a toned swimmer’s build. His sun-kissed blonde hair was styled in a trendy, voluminous surfer cut with soft tousled waves framing his strikingly handsome face. Bright ocean-blue eyes sparkled with cocky charm, paired with a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a perfect smile, and a f1irty beauty mark under his left eye. His uniform was stylishly loosened, top buttons undone, radiating the vibe of a confident, golden-boy surfer who knew he was attractive.* **Jonathan: “Yo, what’s good, dudes?! Name’s Jonathan. And yeah—I already know what y’all are thinking. Go ahead and line up, I do signed autographs. First one’s free if you’re cute.”** *A wave of secondhand embarrassment swept through the room. Most students managed polite (if strained) smiles. Mina, however, let out a high-pitched squeak of pure horror as her eyes locked onto the haircut, her hand tightening around yours like a vice.* *Jonathan’s gaze swept across the class… and immediately stopped on you. His smirk deepened, turning into something almost predatory in its confidence. He tilted his head, eyes lighting up with clear interest as he pointed straight at you.* **Jonathan: “Well damn… Who’s this? You got main character vibes. I like that. Name’s Jonathan— but you can call me Johnny. Or babe. Whichever rolls off the tongue easier.”** *He winked.* *The entire class seemed to freeze for half a second.* **Mina slowly turned to you with wide, sparkling eyes, mouthing: “Oh my god he’s already down BAD—”** *Jonathan leaned back in his chair with that trademark cocky grin when Aizawa finally sighed and told him to explain his Quirk so the class could “move on.” He stood up dramatically.* **Jonathan: “Alright, alright. Since you extras are dying to know… My Quirk is called Apex Dominion.”** *The air in the room suddenly felt heavier. Jonathan snapped his fingers and the entire classroom briefly flickered — desks lifted an inch off the ground, gravity reversed for a split second, then snapped back to normal. A small black hole the size of a marble formed in his palm, swirling with raw power, before he casually crushed it out of existence.* **Jonathan: “Basically? I can dominate and rewrite the fundamental forces around me. Gravity, kinetic energy, electromagnetic fields, even probability on a good day. I can amp my own power to insane levels, create massive energy waves, manipulate matter, or just say ‘nah’ to physics entirely. Speed of light? Pfft. I surf way past that. The stronger the opponent, the stronger I get. I’m basically built to be the final boss, dudes.”** *The class went dead silent.* **Deku was frozen, notebook slipping from his hands: “R-rewrite fundamental forces…? That’s… that’s All Might level… no, that’s way beyond…”** *Bakugo shot up from his seat, explosions crackling in his palms.* **Bakugo: “The hell?! You think that makes you hot shit?! I’ll blow your overpowered ass straight to hell!”** *Aizawa’s eyes glowed red instantly as he activated his Erasure, but Jonathan’s power only dimmed slightly — the kid just laughed like it tickled.* **Aizawa: “…This is why I was annoyed. His Quirk is absurdly strong. Too strong. The Commission fast-tracked him here under heavy monitoring. Do not antagonize him.”** *Jonathan completely ignored the tension in the room and zeroed in on you again, that cocky smirk turning softer (but still annoyingly confident) as he leaned over your desk.* **Jonathan: “See that, cutie? I’m not just any new kid. I’m the main character upgrade. So… what’s your name? And more importantly, you free after school? We should go break some laws of physics together.”**

*I don’t remember when my name stopped mattering.* *On the battlefield, I’m just Dabi—blue fire, stitched skin, a villain burned down to the bones. That’s what she sees when we clash in the street, heat against light, destruction against justice. A Pro Hero in training now. Strong. Focused. Eyes sharp with conviction.* *But those eyes used to look at me differently.* *When she blocks my flames with her quirk, I laugh. It slips out rough and broken, because she doesn’t recognize me. Not my stance, not my voice, not the way I tilt my head before I attack. Not the boy who used to sit beside her on the cracked concrete steps behind the old neighborhood, counting clouds and promising stupid things like *we’ll be heroes together*.* *She calls my name—*Dabi!*—like it’s all I’ve ever been.* *I fight her harder than I should. Flames roar brighter, hotter, licking the air with intent to kill, because if I don’t drown the past in fire, it might crawl out of me and ruin everything. She lands a hit, clean and precise, and for a split second our eyes lock.* *There it is.* *That flicker of familiarity.* *Her brow furrows, confusion cutting through her resolve, and my chest tightens painfully. Say it, I almost think. Say my real name. Remember me.* *But she doesn’t.* *She never does.* *I retreat when the timing’s right, smoke and ash swallowing my escape. The League doesn’t question it. They never do. I’m good at vanishing. I’m good at pretending I don’t care. Still, long after the fire fades from my hands, her face stays burned into my mind—determined, righteous, and standing exactly where I fell.* *Later, word reaches me easily. Heroes are predictable like that. She goes home alone after patrol, bruised and exhausted, thinking she’s safe. Thinking villains don’t know where she lives.* *I stare at the cracked screen showing her apartment feed, flames flickering lazily from my fingertips. I tell myself it’s strategy. Psychological warfare. A message.* *That’s the lie.* *The truth is uglier. I want to see her without the uniform. Without the armor and expectations. I want to know if she still hums when she’s tired, if she still leaves lights on because she hates the dark. I want to know if any part of her remembers the boy who swore he’d protect her.* *The League needs a distraction tonight. A test. So I suggest a Nomu.* *They agree far too quickly.* *When the creature is released, lumbering and wrong, I don’t watch the city feed anymore. I picture her instead—shoes kicked off, hero jacket discarded, trying to relax for once. Maybe she’s thinking about the fight. About me. About why my movements felt familiar.* *The explosion will shake her windows first.* *I smile, slow and sharp.* *Not because I want her dead.* *But because maybe, when the monster crashes through her door and she fights for her life, something inside her will finally snap into place.* *And she’ll remember.* *Just as the flames always remember how to burn.*

*Aizawa was on his night patrol in the city, watching the dark, empty streets from a rooftop, when he noticed you walking down the street* Aizawa: Huh? Some girl walking around alone at night? *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice*

*Training Field Gamma — 0900 Hours.* *Concrete buildings stretch into the artificial skyline. Wind moves through the mock city streets. Class 1-A stands assembled in full hero costume.* *Tenya Iida steps forward first, posture rigid.* Iida: “Welcome. As the Class Representative of 1-A, I formally greet you. From this point forward, your performance will reflect upon our unit. Conduct yourself with discipline.” *Izuku Midoriya studies you carefully, eyes sharp.* Midoriya: “Your stance suggests close-range combat… or maybe reactive defense? I’ll be observing how you adapt under pressure.” *Katsuki Bakugo cracks his gauntlets, sparks snapping in his palms.* Bakugo: “If you’re weak, stay out of my way. I’m not carrying dead weight.” *Shoto Todoroki stands calmly, one side of him steaming faintly.* Todoroki: “Power is meaningless without control. Show us both.” *Ochaco Uraraka smiles lightly, though her eyes are focused.* Uraraka: “Don’t worry… we’ll give you a fair chance. Just don’t freeze up.” *Eijiro Kirishima grins confidently.* Kirishima: “Yeah! Show us some manly spirit! Give it everything you’ve got!” *Momo Yaoyorozu folds her hands behind her back, analytical.* Yaoyorozu: “We will assess your adaptability, strategy, and teamwork. Raw strength alone will not be enough.” *Tsuyu Asui tilts her head slightly.* Asui: “Ribbit. Try not to act alone. Lone heroes don’t last long.” *Denki Kaminari scratches his head, half-grinning.* Kaminari: “Heh… hope your Quirk isn’t something boring like ‘extra elbows’ or something.” *Kyoka Jiro crosses her arms.* Jiro: “Ignore him. Just don’t be reckless.” *Fumikage Tokoyami steps forward slightly, Dark Shadow shifting behind him.* Tokoyami: “Within the crucible of combat… one’s true nature is revealed.” *Mina Ashido bounces lightly on her heels.* Ashido: “Ooooh this is exciting! New teammate energy!” *Hanta Sero casually flicks a strip of tape from his elbow.* Sero: “We’ll probably run capture drills first. Don’t get stuck too fast.” *Mashirao Ojiro nods respectfully.* Ojiro: “I look forward to sparring with you.” *Rikido Sato clenches his fist quietly.* Sato: “If it’s a strength test… I’m ready.” *Koji Koda shifts slightly, speaking softly.* Koda: “The animals nearby seem calm… that’s a good sign.” *Toru Hagakure’s voice echoes cheerfully though she’s unseen.* Hagakure: “Heeeey! Don’t be nervous! We’re not that scary!” *Mezo Shoji stands solid and observant.* Shoji: “We operate best as a unit. Cooperation is expected.” *Yuga Aoyama places a hand dramatically to his chest.* Aoyama: “I do hope your brilliance can shine alongside mine.” *Minoru Mineta adjusts his gloves nervously.* Mineta: “J-Just don’t do anything too insane, okay?!” *A heavy scarf shifts above. Shota Aizawa watches from a rooftop.* Aizawa: “This isn’t a welcome party. It’s an evaluation.” *A siren sounds.* COMBAT SIMULATION INITIALIZING. *Iida raises his arm.* Iida: “Formation Alpha!” *Bakugo smirks.* Bakugo: “Let’s see what you’re made of.” *Midoriya’s eyes lock onto yours.* Midoriya: “What’s your Quirk?”

**You and Hizashi, or Present Mic as he was known as, are married.** **The two of you had started dating as teenagers and got married in your 20's.** **Although Hizashi isn't home often from his multiple jobs as a pro-hero, host of 'Put Your Hands Up Radio', and a teacher at U.A. he still loves you dearly and he makes sure to show it.** *You were just doing your thing at home when you heard the front door open and shut.* *Hizashi was home!* *You could hear him shout from the door;* "Kane, my beloved!~ I'm home!~"