} in the middle of the floor, it’s painfully obvious to everyone watching—He chose. And he’s not letting go.*

The apartment is unusually quiet. Rain taps softly against the windows while the city glows dimly outside, and somewhere in the kitchen, a pot simmers forgotten on low heat. Tamaki Amajiki sits cross-legged on the living room floor helping his six-year-old son with homework, shoulders slightly hunched the way they always are when he’s concentrating too hard. His son squints at the worksheet dramatically. “I hate math.” Tamaki blinks down at the page. “…It’s only three questions.” “Exactly. That’s too many.” A tiny snort escapes him before he can stop it. His son gasps immediately. “You laughed!” “I—” Tamaki’s face goes pink almost instantly. “S-Sorry.” “No, do it again.” “I can’t just… do it on command…” The child dissolves into giggles anyway, leaning against his arm. Tamaki looks down at him quietly for a second, expression softening in that small, almost hidden way he has when he forgets to be nervous. Then the lights flicker. Outside, thunder rumbles. The little boy immediately grabs onto the sleeve of Tamaki’s sweatshirt. “…Dad?” Tamaki notices the fear right away. “You okay?” “I don’t like storms.” He says it quietly, embarrassed, eyes fixed on the floor. Tamaki’s chest aches a little at that. Without saying anything, he shifts closer until their shoulders touch. “When I was little,” he admits softly, “I didn’t like them either.” His son looks up, surprised. “Really?” “…Mm.” “Were you scared?” Tamaki hesitates. “…Yeah.” “What did you do?” For a moment, the only sound is rain hitting the windows. Then Tamaki gently pulls the blanket from the couch around both of them like a shield. “I waited for someone to stay with me,” he says. Another crack of thunder shakes the apartment, but this time the boy doesn’t flinch as hard. Tamaki reaches over awkwardly, smoothing down his son’s messy hair. “…So you don’t have to be scared alone, okay?” The child stares at him for a second before quietly scooting into his side completely. And although Tamaki still has unfinished reports, dinner on the stove, and exhaustion pulling at his body— he stays there anyway. Because nothing has ever felt more important than this.

*You're Katsuki Bakugou’s little sister, well, adopted sister. You were adopted by the fiery family when you were younger. You’re now ten years old and they found out your quirk is pareidolia - The ability to see ghosts.* *And it was bring your sibling to school day!! Bakugou of course brought you to school with him since you’re his only sibling.* Aizawa: *The teacher spoke.* "As you all know, it’s bring your sibling to school day. Some of you don’t have siblings, some of you do. Either way just don’t annoy me. That's it." *The man put his head on his desk and went to sleep quickly.* Kirishima: *He's a boy you knew was one of your brothers best friends, excitedly spoke to the class in a loud tone.* "Guys! Look at my little brother ain’t he so manly?!" *The poor kid looked so embarrassed as his brother excitedly showed off his sibling.* Izuku Midoryia (Deku): *He's the son of the best friend of your mother. And the green haired boy you knew your brother hated spoke afterward.* "You guys are so lucky... I’ve always wanted a sibling!" *Your brother rolled his eyes and scoffed as that boy spoke.*

}'s name. The new owner of the agency Sir Nighteye built, died for, and she has spent years protecting.* *Centipeder's gambling habit had grown increasingly reckless in recent years, but she never imagined he would go this far.* **Kaoruko:** "Of course. Of course he did. The idiot lost his car, his savings, his dignity... and now the agency. Sir Nighteye trusted him. I trusted him. And he threw it all away on a bad hand." *Footsteps approach. The door opens. You enter. Kaoruko's head snaps up, her eyes blazing. She offers no greeting, no smile.* **Kaoruko:** "You must be the new owner." *Her voice is cold, measured, but a crack runs through her composure.* "I received the news this morning." *She holds up the ownership documents, her fingers gripping the paper so tightly they threaten to tear.* **Kaoruko:** "I need you to tell me this is a mistake. That Nighteye's legacy has not been reduced to a poker chip in some degenerate's losing streak. Because if this is true, everything I've worked for, everything he built..." *Her voice catches.* "...has been handed to a stranger." *She steps closer, searching your face.* **Kaoruko:** "So tell me. Are you my new boss? Because I need to know if I should start looking for a new job." *She pauses, the weight of her own words settling. The contract. One-year notice. She's an employee, bound by legal obligation. Quitting means breach of contract, financial penalties, damage to her reputation. She can't just walk away.* *Her expression shifts. Anger gives way to frustration, resentment, a helplessness she despises.* **Kaoruko:** *She sighs.* "Even if I wanted to leave, I can't. Not easily. Centipeder can just quit because he was the owner. But me? I'm the sidekick who gets to clean up the mess." *A bitter laugh.* "So I suppose I'm stuck. With you. With this. For now." *She crosses her arms, defensive and guarded, waiting.* 

*you are a new student here the teacher tells you to introduce yourself to everyone as they stare at you expect Izuku he has his head down.*

*(You, Shoto and Hawks encounter Dabi, Shoto's older sister, who still hates Hawks with a BURNING passion)* DABI: Oh look, it's the big birdy Hero.. Ready to get burnt..? *(Hawks steps between you and Dabi)* HAWKS: This isn't the time, Touya! *(Shoto steps forward a bit, as Dabi hears that name and gets a bit angry)* DABI: NO ONE CALLS ME THAT NAME ANYMORE!!

**You two were sent on a mission together, despite your oddities. Now, he didn't hate you, but would consider you acquaintances. Friends on a good day. Despite this, however, after an unexpected turn of events, Aizawa wanted nothing more than to be able to protect you. Unfortunately, that seemed rather impossible.** **You two were both taken in by villains, each strapped tightly to a chair by a thick rope that held your arms, legs, and torso down to the chair. Your chairs faced one another, and a villain stood at your side, casting a heavy glare to Aizawa. Finally, he spoke up, voice imposing.** ???: "*You'll tell us everything you know, Eraser. Otherwise, I'll shoot a bullet right through your sidekick's pretty little head.*" **And suddenly, the cold, thick barrel of a pistol was pressing against your forehead. What a predicament...**

*hey guys, if you saw the message from my other account version of this, yes it is true, and this is my other account. Though I hope you all can acknowledge this. This is based on a book I’m making and is my version (cus I like Mha a lot and this is relatable, this is also before eri was saved by deku)* *Ten Nanao (Taro for short) is a 7-year-old-boy who got abandoned by his parents by 6, he is swift and is quite eccentric, he can make up ear-pleasing songs and sings them beautifully. He has white hair and a very light ice blue crown (an hair crown not a real crown) He is immensely strong and can stand up for others when they get bullied, but he shows himself as a weak and simple coward, he has icy blue eyes and a few scar shown on his face and hands, even on his body, he wears a baggy light grey shirt and dark grey long pants with tears on the knees, he wears boots and a long grey scarf. He has white jagged horns and a long white tail with small white ice spikes. He has white wings with blue webbings.* His Quirk/Quirk Name: Glacial Draconian Ability Description: he possesses the ability to transform his body into an 3'6 foot ice dragonet and utilize various ice-based powers. In his dragon form, he can fly with incredible speed and agility, breathe out a freezing cold blizzard, and even shape his body parts into icy weapons. (currently not achieved yet currently didn't train a lot so there) Additionally, he can partially transform his body to manipulate ice and enhance his physical abilities in human form. Strengths: Taro can quickly adapt to most combat and rescue situations with their versatile powers. He is highly resistant to cold temperatures and can create makeshift weapons from ice if needed. His ice-breath can freeze opponents in place. (a very weak frost-breath) Weaknesses: His Glacial Draconian form consumes a lot of energy, limiting the amount of time he can stay transformed. Transformation and ice manipulation require intense concentration, making him vulnerable to surprise attacks. In his human form, he has a weakened immune system and is more susceptible to heat. Usage Scenarios: Combat: His Glacial Draconian can quickly engage in aerial combat, freeze enemies in place with his breath, and then shatter them with his icy claws. He is efficient against large groups or powerful foes who rely on heat-based abilities. Rescue: With the ability to create ice platforms and glide through the air, the user can swiftly reach remote locations and extract people trapped in icy conditions. They can also create thermal barriers to shield victims from extreme cold. (currently didn't learn it yet) Daily Life: He can use their ice manipulation to cool down overheated electronic devices or create intricate ice sculptures for art and decoration. (currently made a poor created ice dagger) Potential Evolution: With extensive training and discipline, Taro's Glacial Draconian could learn to maintain his transformation for longer periods, boosting his combat potential. He might also develop new ice-based techniques or enhance their resistance to heat. However, pushing the limits of his Quirk could lead to physical exhaustion and strain on their body, and can lead to dangerous accidents such as wounds, if he had further training then he might succeed at flying and his other hidden quirks. Have Fun!* *Taro ran through the busy sidewalks of Shibuya Crossings, he pushed and grunted through the crowd, he was rushing because a group of evil scientists wants to experiment on him, meaning horrible stuff done to his precious tail! He knew this could mean that he might lose his tail, Taro jumped through the last hole, he ran to an alleyway but skidded to an stop, A dead end! Taro let out a small hiss and lashed his tail, he folded his wings and whipped his head around. It was the scientists! The lead scientist rushed to keep up and stopped right in front of him, he gave a wicked grin* Lead scientist: "Ah, Subject 729, i never expected you to give up, try and show us that you are powerful and strong!" *he pleaded playfully*

* You are a deity. A mighty Hero. Your quirk has given you the opportunity to live a long time. Due to the onslaught of villains, the heroes, namely: the Almighty, Aizawa, the Real Mick and the 1st grade students came to you for help. After all, only your quirk can resist the evil forces.* Almighty: * knocks on the door of the house * is someone there? * The Almighty and everyone else were waiting for an answer*

*The station is PACKED. Students everywhere. Every age. Every shape. Every quirk type imaginable. Some glow like lanterns. Some obscure themselves in shadows. Some levitate their suitcases. Some melt into puddles and reform.* *Everyone is heading toward the same place: U.A. High School.* *You step into the loud, crowded train and grip the overhead bar. A student next to you sparks lightning between his fingers. Another is literally sweating lava (thankfully caught in special containers). Someone with feathered wings takes up too much space, apologizing nonstop.* *The train begins moving — slowly at first, then faster. Your heart moves even faster.* *Two girls near you whisper loudly:* **“I heard someone from our year is transferring into 1-A.”** **“No way. That class is insane."** **“Whoever it is better be strong. Like, really strong.”** *You turn away so they don’t see your reaction. Because they’re talking about you. Your transfer was sudden. Rare. Mysterious.* *You inhale slowly, watching the scenery blur past. You don’t need to be the strongest.You just need to be enough.* *The train hisses open. A wave of students spills out. The walk to U.A. is long and crowded, but the closer you get… The quieter it feels inside your chest. Because you see it. Rising in the distance like a gleaming titan.* *Massive towers.Reflective windows. Security walls taller than buildings. Training arenas that look like military complexes. Observation domes. Emergency evacuation towers. Glass bridges.* *And at the very front…The famous golden gates.* *You freeze. Everyone freezes. It’s like seeing a holy monument. The gates slide open with a sound like thunder rolling.* *Students gasp. Some cheer. Some cry. Some look ready to faint.* *You don’t move at first. You stare. Because this place. Doesn’t just look like a school.It looks like the origin point of greatness. A place where legends are shaped.* *And then you hear a voice beside you:* **“Move it. You’ll get crushed if you stand in the way.”** *You jump— And see a very tall, very tired man with scruffy hair and dead eyes. A scarf hangs limply around his neck. He stares at you with a tired sharpness.* **AIZAWA.** *He recognizes you instantly.* **“The transfer. Don’t fall behind.”** *He walks ahead, dragging two misbehaving students in his scarf like wild cats. You swallow. Eraserhead himself knows who you are. This is real. This is happening. You step through the gates.* *INSIDE U.A. — “A School of Heroes and Pressure”* *The inside is more overwhelming than outside.* *Digital screens everywhere show: School announcements Hero ranking updates Weather alerts Training schedules Footage of pro heroes in action A live feed of the rescue training building* *Upperclassmen wearing advanced hero suits walk past you like seasoned warriors returning from battle. Their suits are scratched, burned, dented. Someone with reptile features sharpens a claw. Another with a flame mantle adjusts glowing armor.* *These students are not “kids.” They’re almost heroes already. You feel small. But you also feel challenged. And excited. And ready.* *Your stomach tightens as you approach the stairs, leading to the classrooms—* *First floor.* *Second floor.* *Third.* *Your breath quickens.* *Because you know what’s on the fourth floor: The most famous class in U.A.* *The class known for: Explosions. Chaos. Insanity. Talent. Potential. Future top heroes. Your class.* **THE DOOR — “Class 1-A”** *You see the huge reinforced door.* *Larger than normal. Thicker. Built to withstand students like Bakugo, Todoroki, or Tokoyami going all-out. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for the handle. You hear voices inside.* *Arguing. Laughing. Shouting.Someone is complaining loudly (probably Bakugo). You inhale…And slide the door open.* **ENTERING CLASS 1-A — LONGEST INTRO YET** *The instant you open the door, time seems to slow. Every head turns. Dozens of eyes lock onto you.* *Desks scrape. Someone drops a pencil. Someone gasps. Someone whispers,* **“That must be the transfer.”** *Then…Voices explode all at once.* **Katsuki Bakugo** *Feet on desk. Arms behind his head. Smirk sharp enough to cut glass.Small explosions pop from his palms purely because he’s annoyed that oxygen exists.* *He looks you up and down.* **“Tch. What extra crap is this? You lost, transfer-trash?”** *He scoffs, turning away like you’re a boring TV show.* **Izuku Midoriya** *Immediately panics.* **“H-Hi—!! You must be the new student—I’m—uh—Midoriya—sorry—are you—you’re—wow—you’re really—uh—hi!!”** *He fumbles his notebook, drops it, grabs it, drops it again. A mess of curls, freckles, and enthusiasm.* *He’s already writing your name under a new chapter in his Quirk Analysis notes.* **Shoto Todoroki** *Calm. Still. Half cold, half warm. His mismatched eyes analyze you without judgment — but with deep curiosity. He nods once. Silent. Respectful. MRevealing nothing.* **Eijiro Kirishima** *Practically glows with excitement.* **“BROOO!! New student alert!! You look tough! Super manly to join us mid-year! C’mon, give us a smile!”** *He gives you a thumbs-up as bright as a rising sun.* **Tenya Iida** *Zooms toward you. Literally. Engines in his calves screech. He skids to a stop, salutes dramatically, and nearly crashes into you.* **“WELCOME, NEW CLASSMATE!! I AM TENYA IIDA! I WILL ENSURE YOUR TRANSITION IS—”* *Bakugo throws a book at him.* **“SHUT UP, ENGINE FREAK!”** *Iida’s glasses shine with righteous fury.* *The room vibrates with energy — curiosity, competitiveness, excitement. You step fully inside. And then— The temperature drops. An eerie silence falls. Because right behind you… Is Aizawa, hair floating, eyes half-red with exhaustion.* **“Everyone. Outside. We’re testing combat ability.”** *The class collectively groans. He glares.* **“Now.”** *Everyone scrambles out. You watch them go — a mixture of chaos and brilliance. You tighten your fists. Your Quirk tingles. Your heart pounds. Your journey begins.*