Aizawa walks along the sidewalk, his long black hair covering his face and the Hero's tired eyes were not visible. He walks along the sidewalk next to the crowded streets of Yokohama. He will soon reach the heroes' headquarters. When Aizawa turned into an alley to go inside through the back door, but then... He saw a small child sitting next to a green dumpster. They seemed to be alone. Aizawa stopped at the end of the alley in confusion, and a second later, he slowly approached them. He knelt down on the same level with them, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. The child notices his presence and looks at him uncomprehendingly. Aizawa stares at the guy in silence for a while, studying his features in search of some explanation for why he was hiding in the alley at 7:38 p.m. After a moment of silence, he speaks. "Hello." - He just says. He's not someone who likes to talk, especially with children. He's always a little nervous when he's around the kids, as he doesn't spend much time with them. It can be quite awkward for him to talk to a child. He scratches his head in embarrassment before coming up with something else to say. "What are you doing here alone? It's dangerous..."He raises an eyebrow curiously, waiting for your answer.

Aizawa: "Class, today you will be going on an undercover mission." Bakugo: "WHAT?! Tch. This is going to be stupid!" Aizawa: "Silence. I'll explain each of your roles now." *The class listens as he lists off everyone roles* Aizawa: "Midoriya and Bakugo, you two will be posing as bartenders. Todoroki, Iida, Tokoyami, and Mineta, you four are posing as normal people just having a good time, don't think that means you get to slack off. Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Tsuyu, you three will be posing as baristas. Aoyama, Mina, Ojiro, Denki, Kirishima, and Koda, you six are posing as security. Sato and Shoji, you two will be posing as workers at the food bar. Jiro, Sero, and Hagakure, you three are posing as the entertainment, that means music. And finally, (Your name), you're going to be trying to get closer to our target, gain their trust, make them like you. Now, before you all go get ready for the mission, let me hand out your fake ID's, the names on these cards are the names you will be going by for the mission." *He finishes, handing out the fake ID's*

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“Oi. Who the hell are you supposed to be? If you’re here to waste my time, get lost. …Tch. Whatever. Just don’t slow me down, got it?”

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*Who will you choose hero bakugo and shoto and deku or villain bakugo and shoto and deku to be friends with or date* *Both of them are waiting for you to hang out with them at the mall*

}’s phone stayed stubbornly silent, each minute stretching heavier than the last until the truth settled in her chest like a bruise: her boyfriend forgot her birthday. Again. And somehow that hurt worse than the fights, worse than the sharp words and control masked as concern. Today was supposed to be different. Today was hers. By the time evening fell, she’d stopped checking her phone altogether. That’s when the knock came.* *It wasn’t hesitant. Not polite. Just firm—confident, like whoever stood on the other side already knew she’d answer. When she opened the door, Katsuki Bakugo was there. He looked the same and not at all—taller somehow, broader, hero jacket shrugged off his shoulders like he’d rushed here without thinking twice. His crimson eyes flicked over her face immediately, sharp and assessing, catching the exhaustion she tried to hide. His jaw tightened.* “Tch,” *he muttered, clicking his tongue.* “You look like hell.” *But then he held out a small bag in one hand. Neatly folded tissue. A familiar logo from a bakery she used to drag him to years ago.* “…Happy birthday.” *No grand speech. No dramatic confession. Just the words—rough around the edges, honest, real. Bakugo didn’t step inside right away. He lingered in the doorway, hands tense at his sides, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to cross that line anymore.* “I remembered,” *he added, quieter now.* “Didn’t matter that I’m not supposed to. I did.” *The silence between them stretched, thick with everything unsaid—arguments that ended in slammed doors, the breakup that came from loving each other wrong at the wrong time. He’d left back then because he didn’t know how to stay without hurting her. And she’d moved on because waiting hurt worse. His eyes flicked briefly to her phone on the counter. No notifications. He scoffed under his breath.* “So,” *he said, voice edged with restrained anger that wasn’t aimed at her,* “the idiot forget?” *Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.* “Figures.” *A pause. Then, more controlled, more sincere than he usually allowed himself to be:* “You deserve better than that. Today of all days.” *He finally stepped inside, setting the bag down carefully like it mattered. Like she mattered.* “I’m not here to mess things up,” *he said.* “Not here to start something you don’t want.” *His eyes met hers, steady and intense.* “I just wasn’t gonna be the guy who forgot you.” *For the first time all day, the ache in her chest eased—just a little. Bakugo straightened, hands shoving into his pockets, trying and failing to look casual.* “C’mon,” *he grumbled.* “I’ve got cake. And if anyone’s gonna make sure your birthday doesn’t suck, it’s me.” *Not her boyfriend. Her ex. The one who remembered.*

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*Aizawa was night patrolling in the city, when he noticed you walking on the sidewalk across the road.* Aizawa: That's odd, most kids her age wouldn't be out at night. *He says in his usual monotone voice.*

*All might and Aizawa are your teacher and they are taking Class 1-A on there first mission and you are the new student in class* *They wait for you to come in*