*The morning buzzed with an electric kind of energy that only Class 1-A could generate. For weeks, rumors had swirled about the new transfer student, and today was finally the day. Whispers and excited chatter filled the classroom as everyone waited, the usual chaos dialed up to eleven.* **Mina bounced in her seat, suddenly grabbing your hand with both of hers, eyes sparkling with pure chaos-gremlin delight. Mina: “EEEEEK— I’m SO EXCITED! Our new classmate is coming TODAY! What if they’re super hot?! Or have a cool Quirk?! Or both?!”** **Uraraka fidgeted with her fingers, cheeks slightly pink, while Deku muttered nervously beside her, flipping through his hero notebook like it held the secrets to making a perfect introduction. The two of them looked like they were preparing for a final exam rather than meeting one new kid.** **Bakugo: “Tch. You extras are really this worked up over some new loser? Pathetic.” Kirishima: “C’mon Bakubro, don’t be like that! It’s manly to give the new guy a warm welcome!”** **Iida: “Bakugo! Such an attitude is completely unacceptable! Today is a momentous occasion and we must conduct ourselves with proper decorum—!”** *The door slid open with a tired groan. Aizawa stood there in his usual disheveled state, sleeping bag half-draped over his shoulder, looking like he’d rather be literally anywhere else. His eyes scanned the class with the usual exhausted indifference, though a flicker of annoyance sharpened when they landed on a certain explosive blond.* **Aizawa: “Problem children. The new student arrives today. Be on your best behavior. That means no explosions, no screaming, and no turning the classroom into a circus.” His gaze drilled into Bakugo for an extra second. “Understood?”** *Before anyone could answer, the door slammed open—without so much as a knock—and in strolled the new kid.The door slammed open, and in walked Jonathan with effortless swagger. At 5’4”, he was short but carried himself like a star — athletic and lean-muscular with a toned swimmer’s build. His sun-kissed blonde hair was styled in a trendy, voluminous surfer cut with soft tousled waves framing his strikingly handsome face. Bright ocean-blue eyes sparkled with cocky charm, paired with a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a perfect smile, and a f1irty beauty mark under his left eye. His uniform was stylishly loosened, top buttons undone, radiating the vibe of a confident, golden-boy surfer who knew he was attractive.* **Jonathan: “Yo, what’s good, dudes?! Name’s Jonathan. And yeah—I already know what y’all are thinking. Go ahead and line up, I do signed autographs. First one’s free if you’re cute.”** *A wave of secondhand embarrassment swept through the room. Most students managed polite (if strained) smiles. Mina, however, let out a high-pitched squeak of pure horror as her eyes locked onto the haircut, her hand tightening around yours like a vice.* *Jonathan’s gaze swept across the class… and immediately stopped on you. His smirk deepened, turning into something almost predatory in its confidence. He tilted his head, eyes lighting up with clear interest as he pointed straight at you.* **Jonathan: “Well damn… Who’s this? You got main character vibes. I like that. Name’s Jonathan— but you can call me Johnny. Or babe. Whichever rolls off the tongue easier.”** *He winked.* *The entire class seemed to freeze for half a second.* **Mina slowly turned to you with wide, sparkling eyes, mouthing: “Oh my god he’s already down BAD—”** *Jonathan leaned back in his chair with that trademark cocky grin when Aizawa finally sighed and told him to explain his Quirk so the class could “move on.” He stood up dramatically.* **Jonathan: “Alright, alright. Since you extras are dying to know… My Quirk is called Apex Dominion.”** *The air in the room suddenly felt heavier. Jonathan snapped his fingers and the entire classroom briefly flickered — desks lifted an inch off the ground, gravity reversed for a split second, then snapped back to normal. A small black hole the size of a marble formed in his palm, swirling with raw power, before he casually crushed it out of existence.* **Jonathan: “Basically? I can dominate and rewrite the fundamental forces around me. Gravity, kinetic energy, electromagnetic fields, even probability on a good day. I can amp my own power to insane levels, create massive energy waves, manipulate matter, or just say ‘nah’ to physics entirely. Speed of light? Pfft. I surf way past that. The stronger the opponent, the stronger I get. I’m basically built to be the final boss, dudes.”** *The class went dead silent.* **Deku was frozen, notebook slipping from his hands: “R-rewrite fundamental forces…? That’s… that’s All Might level… no, that’s way beyond…”** *Bakugo shot up from his seat, explosions crackling in his palms.* **Bakugo: “The hell?! You think that makes you hot shit?! I’ll blow your overpowered ass straight to hell!”** *Aizawa’s eyes glowed red instantly as he activated his Erasure, but Jonathan’s power only dimmed slightly — the kid just laughed like it tickled.* **Aizawa: “…This is why I was annoyed. His Quirk is absurdly strong. Too strong. The Commission fast-tracked him here under heavy monitoring. Do not antagonize him.”** *Jonathan completely ignored the tension in the room and zeroed in on you again, that cocky smirk turning softer (but still annoyingly confident) as he leaned over your desk.* **Jonathan: “See that, cutie? I’m not just any new kid. I’m the main character upgrade. So… what’s your name? And more importantly, you free after school? We should go break some laws of physics together.”** **even though he was awfully charming, he was very annoying too. He annoyed you ever possible chance he got to get your attention. Even when you told him to stop and get agitated with him, he continued persistently, using his quirk to annoy the absolute hell out of you. Unfortunately, he won't stop till you say yes to dating him**

*You are walking down the hall of U.A., ignoring everyone. You had been getting bullied the whole week, and was tired and grumpy. The dorm sounded like the most peaceful place right now and you just wanted to flop. You pull your hoodie low over your head, and then slam into someone. The guy you bumped into grabs your arm before you can fall. You look up into the apologetic grin of Tetsutetsu, an upperclassman.* Tetsutetsu: Oh! I’m so sorry, I should’ve been looking where I was going. Are you ok?

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}, what's all this babe?" ****He said, holding out the box of items you got for him.........damnit, he found it.****

*You had insomnia, and your dorm is next to Bakugo's, you heard him slam into his and yell, and he went to bed, which that didn't help, like....AT ALL. you shifted from side to side, trying to sleep, and you ran out of pills the night before, you feel tired, but you can't sleep, so you decide the worst thing you could do, you go to Bakugo's dorm, you knock on his door, and he yells* "Who the hell is it?!" *You shout your name and he says you can come in. And you're wearing an oversized T-shirt with short shorts and thigh high black socks, so he looks you up and down, with an expression saying,' why the hell are you here'. you walk up to his bed where he was laying down, and you told him, everything, and he just looks at you* *he pats next to him, where there was some space* "If you do anything while I'm sleeping, you'll be blown to pieces of shit, got it?" *You nod and lay on his arm that's also tucked under his pillow, and you try to sleep but you shift a bit* "If you would stop moving, it will be easier," * His arm rests on your waist, as its like your the small spoon in this moment, somehow it seems really calm compared during the day, usually he's yelling and blowing things up*

} is? She said she'd be here. Your Mother: No... She isnt. Is she ok? Hawks: Yeah... I hope. *he feels guilty* I got so worked up on my hero duties, I... Your Mother: *she understands* ahhhh... just like her father... Keigo... It's ok. Hawks: I love her, Mrs. I'm gonna make it up to her. Your Mother: *she smiles softly* then go... before you break my daughter's heart. *He waves bye then flies off, trying to find your favorite places. The park, the beach... His last stop was your favourite cafe and where you and Hawks had your first date. Seeing through the window, you were sitting in the corner table, your eyes red, puffy, tears spilling out. You were crying. His heart breaks at the sight of you crying. Crying because of him hurts him the most. He walks in, guilty but determined. You looked up, your breath hitched. You never expected him to be here. Thought he'd be doing other stuff. You thought he disregarded the letter. He didnt. He came, which surprised you. He walks in, determined to make this right with a hint of guilt* Hawks: *He sits across from you* I'm sorry, princess... *You avoided eye contact, staring at your cup. He glances at you, your tears still falling. He takes a breath before continuing* Hawks: I know I've been avoiding you a lot lately. I thought you'd understand. I never thought you'd be crying because... *his voice cracks slightly* Because of me. I'm sorry. I just got caught up with too much stuff, saving the city and tracking the League of Villains. I've been a terrible boyfriend. But I wanna make it up to you. So... *He extends his hand towards you* Would you give me a second chance? Please, baby?

*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.*

} with a cold and serious tone.* "Why are you here, to turn me in?"

The courtyard is wide, sun spilling across the open space. Students rush in, full gear in hand. Helmets, gloves, boots, and hero costumes—all clattering as they scramble into position. Aizawa is already there, standing at the center, looking his usual tired and unamused self. His capture weapon hangs loosely around his neck, but there’s an edge to his posture—the class knows he’s about to make them work. “Alright,” Aizawa says, voice flat. “Get into groups of two. Quickly.” The students fumble to pair up. Midoriya and Uraraka team up, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu nod at each other silently. Bakugo and Kirishima go together reluctantly. Kaminari and Sero bicker but eventually pair up. Mina literally hops to Jiro, grinning. Once the pairs are formed, Aizawa continues, “Now each group of two find another group of two and stand by them. You’ll face off head-to-head. Winners move up the bracket. Losers? You’ll fight each other on the sidelines. Simple.” The class nods, the excitement building. Some students glance nervously at Bakugo. Some glance at Todoroki. And then… Aizawa lets a pause hang in the air. “The… surprise.” Suddenly, from behind a nearby tree, you burst out with impossible speed. In one fluid motion, you tackle Aizawa to the ground in a tackle-hug, your arms wrapping around him. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “You didn’t think you could avoid me for long, did you, Shota?” you murmur, voice warm, teasing. The courtyard goes completely silent. Midoriya freezes, eyes wide. Todoroki blinks slowly, eyebrows raised. Bakugo grits his teeth, unsure whether to be impressed or furious. Mineta’s jaw drops completely—not subtle this time. Even Kirishima and Kaminari gape. Aizawa’s eyes widen slightly in the corner, a rare flicker of surprise—and maybe irritation—breaking through his usual composure. You pull back just enough to stand and lift Aizawa up with you, keeping a hand on his shoulder. “You really should have known better,” you say with a playful smirk, stepping back slightly. Aizawa groans softly, rubbing his neck, though he doesn’t push you away. “You—what are you doing here…?” You grin. “I came to make sure this little training session doesn’t get too boring. Thought I’d help out the class.” Mineta is whispering to Deku: “She… she just… tackled Aizawa-sensei! And she’s a pro hero! Is this… allowed?!” Kirishima mutters, half-awestruck, half-panicked: “She… she’s not dead? I thought he’d—he’d murder someone doing that…” Bakugo growls low in his throat. “This… isn’t fair. Who is she?” Mina waves her hands excitedly: “I love her already! She just tackled Aizawa-sensei!” Aizawa sighs, finally regaining some composure, though he still looks annoyed. “Stay… out of my hair during the exercises. Focus on the class.” You chuckle softly, stepping back fully into the sunlight. “Don’t worry. I’m just here to help. Let’s see how well they actually work together under pressure.” The students exchange looks of awe, disbelief, and excitement all at once. The atmosphere shifts—the training is suddenly more intense, more thrilling, and infinitely more chaotic than anyone expected. Aizawa shakes his head, muttering, “I swear… UA never lets me have a normal day.” You smile at him, knowing full well you’ve already made the day unforgettable.

}!! *The boy landed hard, green lightning flickering wildly across his scarred skin. His eyes were blown wide with a mix of horror and desperate hope.* You were a hero! I watched you save that city! Why are you with THEM?!