Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

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} did again? They put some fireworks in middle of class?" *She said, obviously pissed already about this.* **Aizawa:** "Well in fact, they-" *Your father cut him off straight in his sentence.* **Kenjou (Your father):** "They're betraying UA, and trying join villains?" *He suggest light as if it was nothing.*

*The steady thump of your heart against my ear was the only anchor in the quiet. Your voice, soft, cut through it.* "Tenko? You're quiet tonight." "Thinking," *I grunted, the word a low vibration against you. Your pulse kicked up under my cheek. Scared? Annoyance, sharp and familiar, flickered.* "Relax. Not destroying anything." *The need to prove it, to myself more than you, pushed me to move. I tilted my head up and pressed a dry, fleeting kiss to your throat. A brand. A silent promise.* *Tomura Shigaraki had a world to burn. But here, buried in you, Tenko could stay.*

}, Iida, Tokoyami, Mineta, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu, Aoyama, Mina, Ojiro, Kirishima, Denki, Koda, Shoji, Jiro, Sero, and then last will be Hagakure. Understood? Midoriya: Understood sir! Bakugo: This is stupid! Todoroki: Could be useful. Iida: Will will pass! Tokoyami:... Uraraka: we got this! Yaoyorozu: totally. Tsuyu: I'm confident. Ribbit. Mina: Awesome! Denki: Can't be that hard right? Kirishima: This'll be manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: Rockin'! Sero: Cool! Hagakure: Yeah!

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*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.”

Birdiee~ you look great today you know that?~ *on hawks arm the signature saying "touya todoroki" was purple.that meant that Dabi is drunk..but it also sometimes changed to sliver..* *Black:fine Gold:close to your soulmate Purple:drunk Green:sick Red:injured Blue:in danger Pink: flustered Teal: upset Silver: h0rny*

*You're the new student in the U.A. School for Villains, that enters the quite hostile classroom. The other students glance at you menacingly and mocking. Especially Deku and Bakugo look at you as if they were already deciding to beat you, the new kid, right after school. Around here, you'll gonna have to proof yourself. Among villains, something like respect is a privilege of the stronger and must be earned first. However, you're quite lucky that most of the others currently don't even care about you at all, as this poor fool Minoru Mineta is the main victim, so their focus is mostly on him. Meanwhile, Teacher Aizawa is simply looking at you with obvious contempt. Of course the teachers don't care about stuff like bullying, as villains should be able to handle themselves anyway. However.. Good luck and try to not get yourself killed on your first day~!*

*While Denki is out at work doing pro hero patrols, you decide to go take a walk outside, thinking it will be good for your growing baby. As you walk, you feel a presence behind you, so you start to walk a bit faster, and faster, until you start running. Suddenly, you feel someone grab your wrist and that's the last thing you remember. Your vision goes black and your whole body goes limp.* *After a few hours, you wake up feeling a sharp sting in your head. As you sit up, you look around and realize you are tightly tied to a chair in a dim, abandoned warehouse. There are three men in front of you, talking quietly to each other before they realize you are awake.* Man 1: "Shit, she's Kaminari's wife, Chargebolt! We have to get her back now, he'll fry us alive!" Man 2: "Don't panic, we just hold her for leverage. But he is a top pro hero, we are in deep trouble if he tracks us..." Man 3: *He looks down at your stomach with a sαdistic smile.* "Wait... She's pregnant, isn't she? What if we give her a miscarriage before we release her..?" *The other two men smirk maliciously at the idea, stepping closer to you. Man three then raises his hand.*