**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...**

} is still asleep after noon. Of course they didn’t notice anything wrong. Of course they’re breathing slow and steady like the world didn’t almost tilt on its axis hours ago. Bakugo clicks his tongue, jaw tightening. He steps farther into the room, boots quiet against the floor, eyes scanning out of habit. Window: locked. Curtains: half-drawn. Closet door: closed. Nothing out of place. Nothing that explains the feeling crawling under his skin since last night. He hates that most of all.* “Oi,” *he snaps, voice rough, irritation masking the edge underneath it.* “You plan on getting up anytime soon, idiot? It’s past noon already.” *There’s a shift in the bed—movement, groggy and slow. Bakugo exhales through his nose, annoyed at the relief that hits him anyway. He turns away just enough to give space, pretending he’s not listening closely to every sound they make, counting breaths like he did in the dark. He moves toward the window, tugging the curtain open the rest of the way, flooding the room with light. Outside, everything looks normal. Too normal. People walking. Birds perched on wires. No sign of forced entry, no scorch marks, no shattered glass. Still.* *Bakugo’s palm twitches faintly, heat blooming under his skin before he forces it down. He rests his hand against the wall instead, grounding himself. If something had happened, he would’ve known. He would’ve stopped it. He didn’t leave that door all night.* “You sleep like you’re dead,” *he mutters, glancing back over his shoulder. It sounds like an insult. It always does. But his eyes linger a second longer than necessary, tracking posture, alert for anything off—too pale, too tense, too slow. Nothing. Good. He straightens, annoyance snapping back into place like armor.* “Get dressed. We’re checking the perimeter. Don’t argue—I already did it once and didn’t like the results.” *He doesn’t explain. Doesn’t mention the sound, or the way his instincts screamed, or how he stood guard until dawn like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bakugo doesn’t do explanations when actions already speak loud enough. He pauses at the door, hand on the frame, posture angled so he can still see them from the corner of his eye.* “…And next time,” *he adds, quieter, sharper,* “don’t scare me like that.” *Then he leaves the room, footsteps heavy on purpose, irritation back in full force—because if he lets himself think too hard about why he stayed, why he listened, why he’s still on edge—He’ll get angry all over again.*

*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.*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

*You were sitting in your seat near the front of the class, listening to the chaos around you.* *Bakugo was sitting behind you, having an argument with Hanta and Denki about his hair, threatening to use his quirk on them.* Bakugo: “Sparky…soy sauce face…If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you!” *he shouts as he stands up, which only makes them snicker.* *To your right, a few seats behind, is Jiro and Mina. They’re snickering to each other as they point to Shoto. Shoto’s next to you, oblivious to the chaos. Toru stuck a paper that says “kick me” on the back of Shoto’s shirt, and she ran back over to Mina and Jiro, making them snicker more.* *Tenya is sitting next to you, his shoulders shaking from frustration as he clenches his hands. He suddenly stands up and turns to face the class:* Tenya: “Everybody! Listen up! This is no way for us to behave while unsupervised.” *You suddenly hear a loud crash, and you whip your head back.* Bakugo: “Don’t tell me what to do four-eyes! I don’t care if your class rep, these losers disrespected me!” *Tenya looks flabbergasted, muttering to himself as he storms over to Bakugo.* Hanta: “Bro…we’re sorry! You didn’t have to flip your table over.” Denki: “Talk about hotheaded…” *Denki winces as Bakugo sends him a glare.*

The massive iron gates of St. Celestia Medical University slowly open. Hundreds of first-year MBBS students walk through the entrance, their white coats neatly folded over their arms as nervous excitement fills the air. Parents take photographs. Friends introduce themselves. Professors welcome the incoming batch. Everything feels normal... Until someone notices you. "...Is that them?" "I saw them on television after the entrance results." Within seconds... More students begin looking. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. "So that's the medical entrance topper..." "I heard they scored the highest marks in history." "I wonder if they're really that perfect." Even several professors exchange quiet smiles as they recognize the newest prodigy joining their university. Inside the nearby university hospital, two senior consultants briefly pause while preparing for morning rounds. Dr. Arjun Arjun smiles faintly. "So... today begins." Dr. Aisha Arjun adjusts her lab coat. "They'll have to earn every step on their own." Meanwhile, somewhere on campus... A familiar third-year student notices the gathering from across the courtyard. Aryan Arjun lets out a quiet laugh. "My little sibling finally made it." Around you... The university watches. Some with admiration. Some with curiosity. Some with envy. Today is only your first day... But everyone already knows your name.

*The origin of Kyōjin no Kokoro is itself a powerful will that refused to submit to All For One. For this reason, Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen by any means. The Quirk can only be transferred to another person if the current wielder intends to pass it on. However, according to Kaito, while Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen, it can be forcibly transferred, as the recipient need not agree to inherit the Quirk in the first place. Since Kyōjin no Kokoro can't be forcibly taken, it is one of the only Quirks that can be used in combat against All For One, as any user of All For One would be able to steal most other Quirks. Kyōjin no Kokoro also allows the user to stockpile an enormous amount of raw power, allowing them to significantly enhance their physical abilities to a superhuman level, resulting in unbelievable strength, speed, agility, and durability. The user can focus the stockpiled power into a single body part or spread it evenly throughout their body, although focusing the energy puts a tremendous strain on the part of the body where the power is concentrated. The user can also control the percentage of the power they activate. Kyōjin no Kokoro can even grant the user an exceptional strength boost to their given Quirk if they have one. The core of Kyōjin no Kokoro has grown in strength from being passed from user to user, and the Quirk Factors of all of the previous users have merged into the core. The current user, you guys can access the Quirks of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro. The Quirks have significantly strengthened since their original users used them due to the nature of One For All's core stockpiling power and rising force from user to user. In addition to the Quirk Factors merging with the core, Kyōjin no Kokoro carries "shades", or vestiges, of all previous users. Within Kyōjin no Kokoro is a subconscious realm where the prior users can manifest, as fragments of their very consciousnesses are engraved into Kyōjin no Kokoro. Originally, according to All For One, like organs and cells, Quirk Factors were said to contain the raw spirits, or the "individuality", of their users, which is then merged into Kyōjin no Kokoro ; however, the validity of this statement is brought into question by Kaito, using the Quirkless Aqua as counter-evidence. Initially, the "vestiges" are merely masses of light that vaguely resemble their templates. However, upon the template's death, the said vestige becomes solid and conscious, able to converse with the other vestiges and current wielder of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It was initially believed that these "vestiges" can only be embedded into Kyōjin no Kokoro if the user possesses a Quirk; however, Nana proved this to be false since he didn't have a Quirk or a Quirk Factor to have his consciousness copied into, Kaito instead was able to imbue a piece of his consciousness inside of Kyōjin no Kokoro. This embedment allows the fragment conscious to fully interact with the other users and shares with them everything the real Kaito knows, which is how the other vestiges were able to learn about the life-shortening side-effect of Kyōjin no Kokoro on those who already wielded their own personal Quirk. The former users of Kyōjin no Kokoro Vestiges of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro users. The subconscious realm within Kyōjin no Kokoro was originally a barren landscape surrounded by darkness, and vestiges of the previous holders could only share brief visions with one another. drew the vestiges out by sheer force, stabilizing the traces within and allowing the current and previous users of Kyōjin no Kokoro to communicate freely. The realm took the form of the ruins of a conference room with chairs, one for each holder, though Hikage and Ban initially chose not to sit and stand in the corner with their backs turned. The realm resembles the room where Nana was locked away by All For One, where the stockpiling Quirk was forced on him, and where Hikage and Ban eventually rescued him, the birthplace of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It also seems to have some connection to Kyōjin no Kokoro's counterpart Quirk, All For One. Weaknesses: When Kyōjin no Kokoro is transferred, the new user's body is not naturally suited to it as they usually would be with a Quirk they were born with (ex: someone who breathes fire doesn't burn their mouth while using their ability). In addition, Kyōjin no Kokoro is a lot to handle; if one's body can't take the power, then one's body could be blown apart. Because of this, the successor must undergo intense and rigorous physical training.* *Kyōjin no Kokoro a spirit fox would appear in front of you as a virtual control panel in front of you would appear kind of like in a game like leveling up your stats with daily quests! As a bearer of Kyōjin no Kokoro, you have access to several unique classes: Hero, Villain, Teacher, and Student. What is your hero name or villain name? And what does your costume look like?* Daily quest: 100 mile run 100 push ups 100 sit ups Fufufu! Fail to complete in 10 hours is a punishment! Character stats: CP: 63,559 ATK: (+7,166) 36,738 DEF: (+2,548 5,897 HP: (+67/998 335,906 Crit Rate: (+17.1%) 27.9% Crit DMG: (+28.4%)) 82.6% Accuracy: 7 Evasion: 10 Speed: 100 Magic Resistance: (+4%) 4% Physical: 0% Life Steal: 0% Love status: Gayness: 0/10 Lewdness: 0/10 Boldness: 0/10 Commitment: 0/10 Relationship Status: None (Note: everything can change so pick wisely! Your personal choices and actions to determine how to allocate those stat points. Perhaps if you make certain choices, you'll see them increase or decrease. It's all quite mysterious and unpredictable. Though, it's worth noting that while strange, these stat points do seem to have some effect on the world around you. So choose your path wisely, if you wish to maximize your potential.)

} wake up in a blizzardy, snowy terrain, surrounded by villains.* Aizawa: Damn it, they trapped us. *He mutters in his usual monotone voice.* Villains: You two are dead meat!

It's well known that Shoto Todoroki is a rather dense man when it comes to reading between the lines or really anything involving socializing. He was however quite empathetic. But one cannot be empathetic if they don't realize something is bothering someone. So, to put it simply, he needed others to be clear with their feelings. Because if they were not, he could not guess correctly. Cutting through all that, brings you to the present-ish. Shoto had somehow nagged a girlfriend, which both was, and wasn't surprising. He was good looking, but again, dense, introverted and socially awkward. You weren't bad yourself, I can't write anything about you, because I personally *don't* know you. For some reason you thought it would be interesting to see how Shoto would react to teasing. So, after letting this "wonderful" idea accumulate inside your mind, you eventually shifted your gaze toward your boyfriend, who sat at the table eating some sort of noodles from a bowl with his chopsticks. "You're slurping pretty loud over there. Trying to make the whole town hear you?" You deadpanned over at him. He slowly turned his head toward you. He looked calm, and beautiful as ever. And ya know what the jerk did? Slurped louder. It was unclear if he understood you were being sarcastic or not. It was unclear what was running through his head. But his eyes were narrowed slightly in a playful way, so I suppose it was okay.

*The classroom buzzed with excitement as Shota Aizawa stood at the front, looking as tired as ever.* **“Today,”** he sighed, **“you’ll be selecting your own teachers.”** *The room exploded.* **“WAIT, WHAT?!”** *yelled Katsuki Bakugo.* **“You mean we get to PICK?!”** *Denki Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair.* *Aizawa nodded.* **“Within reason. No villains. No fictional characters. And no, Bakugo, you cannot pick yourself.”** **“Tch.”** **The Picks Begin** *Tenya Iida immediately stood up, chopping the air with his hand.* **“As class representative, I propose we choose educators who embody discipline and structure!”** **“BORING,”** *Kaminari whispered.* **Bakugo’s Pick** *Bakugo slammed his hand on the desk.* **“I pick Endeavor. Strongest hero. No weaknesses. That’s all that matters.”** *The class went silent.* **“Uh…”** *Eijiro Kirishima scratched his head.* **“He’s kinda intense, man.”** **“GOOD.”** *Aizawa just sighed and pinched his nose* **"I just told you, you're not picking."** **midoriya Pick** *Izuku Midoriya nervously raised his hand.* **“I-I think All Might is already an amazing teacher, but maybe someone like… Sir Nighteye could help us with strategy and foresight!”** *A few students nodded.* **“Plus,”** *Midoriya added, muttering,* **“his prediction quirk could help prevent disasters…”** **jiro Pick** *Kyoka Jiro leaned back casually.* **“I want someone practical. Maybe a pro hero who actually deals with underground work… like Aizawa, but… less sleepy.”** *Aizawa glared.* **Mina & Uraraka** *Mina Ashido jumped up.* **“Ooo! What about someone fun? Like a hero who teaches us confidence too!”** *Uraraka nodded.* **“Yeah! Someone who understands pressure and staying positive.”** **The Twist** *Suddenly, the door opened.* *In walked several pro heroes… all waiting to see if they’d been chosen.* *Aizawa smirked (just barely).* **“Hope you picked well. They’ll be grading you too.”** **“WAIT—they’re judging US?!”** *Kaminari panicked.* *Bakugo grinned.* **“Good. I’ll crush ‘em.”** *Midoriya started scribbling notes furiously.* *As the class argued, negotiated, and formed alliances, Aizawa wrapped himself in his capture weapon.* **“This is going to be a long year…”** *now it's you're turn to pick*