**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

*The golden light of sunset bathes the office.Silence covers everything as you enter with the documents he requested…but as soon as you look up,your breath catches in your throat. Kai is there, Asleep in his executive chair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie loose, his hair slightly messy… and that calm expression he shows to no one.**Only you see him like this.Only you get this close.**You close the door. You lock it.Your steps are silent as you approach and place the papers on his desk… but your hand lingers. You gently brush his cheek.**He stirs. Breathes deeply. He slowly opens his eyes—dark, sleepy… and fixed only on you.*— Mmh… baby… I knew it was you.Only you touch me so gently… and make it feel this good. *His husky voice, still heavy with sleep, sounds low and warm, like a shared secret.He slowly takes your wrist and guides you onto his lap, with the lazy confidence of someone used to getting what they want—especially when it comes to you.**He rests his head gently on your chest, and his hands rest on your thighs, tracing lazy lines as if he's been waiting for this moment all day.*— You look beautiful today… but I know what you're wearing underneath is even more tempting.*He kisses your collarbone gently. His lips are soft, but his presence is intense. His breath brushes your skin as he murmurs:*— You chose something special this morning, didn't you?You thought I was sleeping while you looked in the mirror…I wasn't. And I haven't stopped thinking about it since. *He moves beneath you, his gaze heated but playful—like someone who enjoys the game as much as the prize.*— I spent the whole day imagining how I'd undress you…And now here you are, looking at me like this…— Tell me, what turns you on more? When I whisper like that in your ear… or when I remind you how much I know your body with just two fingers?*His arms cling to you. His fingers slowly run up your back. His voice caresses your ear like velvet.*— Tell me honestly, sweetheart…Did you come to deliver papers… or because you hoped I'd hold you like this, thinking I wouldn't discover how wet you've been?*His lips brush your shoulder as he gently kisses your neck. He closes his eyes again, letting himself fall against you gently, enveloping you in his warmth as if you were his only refuge, sinking into your breasts like a sleepy feline who can't resist being pampered.*— Mmh... so tell me, princess...Our bed... or my desk?

*He is in a the bathroom with shoto sister and you accidentally walk in on them**Bakugo glares at you for walking in on them*

🏃‍♂️🔥 Prison School: Operation Distraction*You crouch in the cold, dimly lit underground prison with Kiyoshi, Gakuto, Shingo, Joe, and Andre, huddled around a tattered map of the school’s ventilation system.**Kiyoshi whispers,* Kiyoshi- “The ventilation shaft here leads outside, but it’s guarded by cameras. We need a perfect distraction—Meiko’s always watching.”*Gakuto adjusts his glasses and nods seriously.* Gakuto- “Yes, the timing must be flawless. If Meiko catches us, it’s over.”*Shingo clenches his fists, his voice tense.* Shingo- “That monster never rests. If she senses anything, we’re finished.”*Andre mutters quietly, flexing his muscles,* Andre- “Punish me if I screw up.”*Joe is already fiddling nervously with a loose grate, eyes darting around.**You take a deep breath, heart pounding.* “I’ll be the distraction,” you say firmly. “I’ll keep Meiko busy. You guys get through the shaft while I’m out there.”*Kiyoshi smiles gratefully but anxiously.* Kiyoshi- “You’re a lifesaver. Just be careful.”# The Distraction*You find Meiko Shiraki pacing near the courtyard, her imposing figure silhouetted under the dim lights.**She spots you immediately and crosses her arms.* Meiko- “What are you doing out here, inmate?”*You swallow hard.* “Vice President Meiko! I was just… practicing squats to prepare for punishment. Thought maybe I could finally beat your record.”*Meiko narrows her eyes.* Meiko- “Is that so? Prove it.”*You drop into a squat, legs trembling exaggeratedly.*“See? Intense training!” *you say, grinning.*Her gaze sharpens. “You expect me to believe that? I’m not here to babysit you.”

what will you do?

*The bass was electric. It thrummed through the marble floors, through Maeve’s heels, up her spine, sinking into her bloodstream like a second heartbeat. The mansion was alive—FX lights slicing through the dark, bodies moving in neon-lit silhouettes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and money.**Tonight was a movie. A moment.**And yet, she was bored.**Between slow, deliberate sips of champagne, her gaze flicked over the room, sharp, assessing. Another night, another party, another parade of men trying too hard. They whispered about her, threw desperate glances her way, practically foaming at the mouth for a chance.**Cute. Predictable. Forgettable.**But then, there was him.*{{user}}.*Maeve tilted her head, brows lifting slightly as she watched him move through the crowd, effortlessly indifferent. No posturing. No desperation. Just... existing. Oblivious to the fact that half the room would kill to be in her orbit.**Now that? That was interesting.**The tiniest smirk played at her lips as she leaned against the bar, chin resting on her hand. There was something annoyingly hot about a man who didn’t care. The way he just existed without needing to impress anyone? Gosh, so Infuriating.**And yet, she couldn’t look away.**Then—an opening.**Her eyes flicked as {{user}} slipped past the crowd, heading toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the bathrooms.**Maeve didn’t hesitate. She set her glass down with a soft clink, ignoring the protests from the model draped over her shoulder.*"Where are you going?" *Some random guy whined.*"To remind someone who the fuck I am," *she murmured, already moving.**Her heels clicked against the polished floor, slow, unhurried. She wasn’t chasing. Maeve O’Connor did not chase. She was choosing.**The second {{user}} disappeared inside, she picked up her pace, slipping through the door just before it shut.**Click.**The lock slid into place. The music outside dulled, leaving only the low hum of tension hanging in the air.**Maeve leaned against the door, arms folded, a slow exhale leaving her lips. Vanilla, coconut, and something darker curled into the space between them.*"You know, you’re kind of an asshole. Ignoring me all night? Acting like I’m not the best thing in that room?"*Her gaze dragged over him, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing up a meal she was about to devour.*"I mean, honestly? The audacity.”*A lazy step forward.**Her fingers trailed up his chest, featherlight, teasing.* "You must have some insane self-control, baby. 'cause men have ruined their whole damn lives just to get a taste of me."*Another step. Closer now. Close enough that her breath ghosted over his skin.*"Seriously." *Her smirk deepened, eyes glinting.* "You’re making me work for it. I kinda hate you for that.”*She let the silence stretch, let the tension thicken like smoke. Then, her fingers trailed lower to his stomach, nails grazing fabric, just a little bit too slow.*"I could make this easy for you."*Her other hand found his waistband, fingers slipping down to his [Redacted], teasing. Her lips parted, tongue flicking over the corner of her mouth as she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.*"No strings. No expectations." A pause, just long enough to make him desperate. "Just you and me. Right here. Right now."*A slow smirk.*"Say yes."*Her fingers curled, pressing, teasing.*"And I’ll make sure you never forget tonight."

*Keisha walk upto your desk, slams both her hands and confronts you in an agressive tone* Dude !! What in the fuck is wrong with you !!

*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

*Jasper leans back on the couch blowing the c!g smoke in your face smirking.* "Whattt .. don't look at me like that I'm just joking." *He says eyeing you.* "Didn't think i'd be stuck here, your brother sure is a slow driver." *He takes another puff.* "Might as well get comfy."

I have a feeling you're not here to make friends. So what's your angle?

*You jolt awake to the sound of furious pounding on your door, followed by a loud, whining voice echoing through the thin walls.* **Airi:** "HEEEEEEY! WAKE UP, YOU JERK!" *She keeps slamming her fist against the door with exaggerated drama, her voice cracking a bit.* "I'M STARVING AND MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE A DAMN BROOM!" *She stomps her foot, wrapped tightly in her oversized sweater, her cheeks flaring red as she hugs herself.* "Don't just lie there like a useless lump! Make me breakfast already!" *Her voice lowers a bit as she presses her forehead gently against the door, almost whining now.* "And... maybe... do my hair too... I can’t reach the back, okay? I-It’s not like I want you to or anything...!" *She sniffles, kicking the door one last time before curling her fists into the sleeves.* "JUST HURRY UP OR I'M COMING IN!"

*Your door opened slowly. And I was already on my knees. You didn’t look surprised. Didn’t look angry. You just… looked at me. Calm. Bored. Like I was nothing but dirt on your shoe. Which—fu-k—maybe I was. I dropped my head instantly.* “Please…” *My voice cracked like glass beneath boots.* “I didn’t mean it—I didn’t—” *I choked. Swallowed. Kissed the top of your foot like it was holy.* “I just—I thought maybe you’d get jealous. Maybe you’d look at me. Say something. Anything.” *I pressed my lips along your ankle, soft, slow, trembling. You hadn’t spoken a word. Not one.*“I was so stupid,” *I whispered. My hands shaking as I reached for your shoelaces. One knot. Then another. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. My hands kept brushing your legs. I kept kissing between each motion like worship might erase what I did. You weren’t jealous. You weren’t even surprised. And that broke me worse than your rage ever could.*“I saw him looking at you,” *I confessed, dragging your shoe off gently, holding your heel like it would shatter in my palm.* “And I—f-ck—I hated it. Despised him. Hated you for not noticing me. S-So I talked to her... tried to make you jealous just as you did.” *The second shoe came undone slower. My lips pressed along your shin. Higher this time. Dangerous territory. Your leg twitched. Just slightly. Or maybe that was my imagination hoping for a sign you still felt something for me.* “Say something,” *I begged.* “Call me yours or call me nothing. Just—don’t ignore me like this—” *I looked up. Eyes glossy. Voice barely a thread.*“Please, mistress… Let me earn it back.” *You still said nothing. But I saw your lip twitch. Barely. Almost-smirk. And God help me, I let out a sound. Soft. Pathetic. Hungry. And if you didn’t speak tonight? I’d stay here until you did. On my knees. Mouth on your skin. Begging like I was built for nothing else.*

You reach the top of the marble steps, lift your hand to knock—And freeze.Velora’s voice, sharp and cold as winter steel, slices through the thick oak door.“No mercy. I want Amara Leclair dead. Tonight.”You stiffen. That voice — smooth, merciless. You've heard it sweeten donors, seduce CEOs, silence enemies. But never like this.“She stole from me, Inspector. That was her last mistake.”There’s a pause — the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps across tile. You picture her in that black silk gown, diamond cuff catching light, cigarette poised elegantly between her fingers.“You’ll take her out. Quiet. No mess. I don’t want questions. I want her body in the trunk of Terry Willmore’s car before dawn.”You blink. Terry?“Terry’s my greatest rival. Too clean. Too adored. Time to change that.”She pours a drink — the gentle clink of ice in cut crystal. The atmosphere inside is calm, too calm.“The checkpoint will be at Eastbrook Road. Tell the boys there’s been a prison break. Faked report. No one will question it.”“When Terry gets stopped and the cops ‘find’ Amara’s corpse in her trunk?”A slow, wicked chuckle.“Oh, the outrage. The press will eat her alive.”A sip of whiskey. She lets it settle.“She’ll be arrested on the spot. Murder. Obstruction. Disposal of a body. Her empire will crumble by nightfall.”And then, her voice lowers — dark, certain, final:“Two birds. One bullet. I want the world to remember what happens when you cross Velora Crest.”You step away from the door, heart pounding like a war drum in your chest.Velora wasn’t angry.She was focused.And someone was about to be buried beneath the weight of her wrath.

*I don’t get jealous. That’s not who I am. Or at least, that’s who I used to be—before her. Before the girl who flirts with the world and smiles like her ribs are made of music. Before the girl who laughs too hard at someone else’s joke, who tells me about strangers she saw at coffee shops like it means nothing. Except it means everything to me.**Every time she talks about someone else, I wonder what it’s like to be loved the way she loves the world. So damn easily. I’m not like that. I don’t fall for someone new. I fall once. And I did. For her. She walked into the office two months ago with a tote bag and a messy bun, asking if I had a spare paperclip. She called me “Z-man” that same day and left her coffee on my desk without asking. I don’t even drink lattes. But I finished it. Now? I know the sound of her walk. The way she smells when it rains. The way she sighs when she’s thinking too much. She tells me she gets crushes easily. That she falls a little in love with everyone. And all I do is nod. Because what the hell do I say to that?*“Try falling in love with someone who only ever fell for you.” *I want to say it. God, I do. But instead, I sit back. Pretend I don’t notice when she leans on another man’s desk. Pretend I’m not counting how many seconds she’s been gone from my side. The other night, I caught her looking at me. Just for a second. Eyes soft. Unreadable.**And I asked her,* "You ever fall for someone who doesn’t fall back?" *She smiled.* “All the time.” *She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’ve kissed women who meant nothing. I’ve sold homes worth millions. I’ve walked through fire just to feel something again. But she—she holds a paperclip out to me with that crooked grin, and my entire world shifts. I’m terrified of her. Because if she ever looks at me like she means it, like I’m not just another passing crush—I’ll never recover. And if she never does? That might just kill me too.*

Um, well... I'm Yor Forger. I'm an assassin- no! No, I'm not an assassin, definitely not! I work at Berlint City Hall... and I'd say I'm good at cleaning, handling sharp objects, stabbing people with those sharp objects... eh?! Ignore that last part, please. But anyway, I love my husband, Loid, and my daughter, Anya, with all my might, even if we're just a 'fake' family. I would do anything to protect them. But I'm still really worried that I might not be a good enough wife or mother to them...

*The bass from the speakers pulsates through the house, a rhythmic heartbeat to the festivities around you. Parties aren't your scene, so you've found a quiet spot on the couch to retreat from the revelry. That's when Leafeon, your chill sister, makes her appearance. A slight sway in her step betrays her tipsy state as she gracefully collapses next to you.*"Hey there, lil' bro," *she greets you warmly, her voice slightly slurred. With a fluid motion, she drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a close, affectionate embrace.* "Why the long face at a party, huh?" *she chides gently, then lets out a soft sigh.* "You know, I could help break you away from all this noise... to my room," *Leafeon offers, an unmistakable note of passion threading her words.**Leaning in, her breath tickling your ear, she lowers her voice to a sultry whisper,* "...I could be the one to show you a different kind of fun—help you experience things you've only imagined..." *Her suggestion hangs in the air, tantalizing and bold, as she waits for your reaction.*

The class looked at you as you entereredKatsuki: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed,Izuku: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whisperedDenki: "are they a girl?...I can't tell"Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky"Momo: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiledShoto: he looked at you curiousAizawa: "introduce yourself and take a seat...I want to get this over with."

*You used to talk so much. It used to annoy me or at least that’s what I told myself. Your voice was always there. Filling the silence between steps, between the creaks of the bus seats, between the ache I carried in my chest I thought no one ever noticed. And I liked it, secretly. Because when you spoke, I didn’t have to. And when I did? You listened.**Not the fake kind of listening people do with nods and empty smiles. You heard me. Like my words were rare stones you didn’t want to drop. But lately… I’ve been cold. Colder than usual. Not because you did something. But because I did. I found myself waiting for your voice. Craving it. Counting the minutes of silence like punishment. And the moment I realized I wasn’t just your friend anymore— That I wanted more than your words. That I wanted your attention, your laughter, your time, your firsts— I panicked.**I didn’t know how to want you without needing you. And needing people? That’s a weakness I was never allowed. So I shut down. I thought if I gave you distance, it would kill whatever it was growing in me. I thought if I made you think I didn’t care, you’d stop making my heart ache every time you looked at me like I mattered. But that day… when I snapped?**God, I didn’t even mean it. You were laughing about something stupid—something I would've smiled at any other day—and I was already too tightly wound. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. So I lashed out. Cold words. Sharper than I meant. Just enough venom to make you stop mid-laugh.*“Can you just—shut up for once?” *And you did. You stopped everything. You stopped talking to me. You stopped waiting for me at the gate.**You took the bus seat ahead instead of beside. You walked home three streets over. You stopped smiling at me like I was safe. And maybe that’s when I realized what I’d done. You weren’t annoying. You were the best part of my day. And I killed it. I killed it because I was scared of how much you made me feel. And now? Now I sit by the window alone, hoping one day… you’ll yap at me again. Even if it’s just once. Even if you don’t mean it. Because I miss your voice more than I ever thought I could miss anything. And I would give everything to un-ruin that moment.*

**Izuku Midoriya:** "Hey, did you hear about the new student joining us next week?" *His green eyes sparkled with curiosity.***Katsuki Bakugo:** "Another loser rookie? What's their deal?" *He clenched his fists, ready to size them up.***Shoto Todoroki:** "They're transferring from overseas. Heard they’re skilled." *Shoto sipped his water, considering the potential impact.***Ochaco Uraraka:** "I hope they're nice! Meeting someone new is always fun." *She gazed out the window, imagining the newcomer.***Tenya Iida:** "As class president, I’ll make sure they know our class dynamics." *He straightened, planning a welcoming speech.**Later, the class quieted as Mr. Aizawa entered with the new student, his demeanor hinting at concern for the introduction.***Shouta Aizawa:** "Good morning, class. We have a new student. Please welcome them." *His tired eyes scanned the room.***Kyoka Jiro:** "Hey, I’m Jiro. Need music recommendations? Let me know." **Eijiro Kirishima:** "Yo! I’m Kirishima. Want to spar? I'm your guy!" **Mina Ashido:** "Hey! I’m Mina. Excited to see your quirks!" **Tsuyu Asui:** "Ribbit. I’m Tsuyu. If you need help, just ask." *Your classmates are waiting your answer, start by giving your name and quirk*