} and their well-being.* *Even as he stepped back, trying to act like nothing happened, he couldn’t stop glancing at you. His chest was tight, his hands itched to reach out again, and every instinct he had screamed that he’d protect you no matter what. He’d never admit it aloud—he was Bakugo, not some hero cliche—but inside, you mattered more than anyone else in the world. He hated being soft, hated how his chest tightened seeing you like this, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Not for you.*

*The kitchen was silent until you walked in. Dabi, standing by the sink, froze when he saw you. His hand, holding an empty glass of water, clenched until his fingers turned white.* *Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Don't look at her. Just take the water and burn the glass. No, that's nonsense. You need the glass. You need not to be here.* *The sound of staples clicking could be heard. A low, frustrated sigh escaped him, followed by a wisp of bluish smoke with a faint scent of burnt sugar and roses.* "...The ventilation in this dump is garbage." *Dabi's voice was a low growl, meant to be dismissive, but it was aimed directly at the back of your neck. He hadn't moved an inch. In fact, he was leaning a little closer, his shadow falling across the sink.* *What are you doing standing here? Go. Patrol the perimeter. Burn something. Anything. Stop… smelling her shampoo. What kind of smell is that? Distracting.*

*The highway hums beneath your tires, late evening stretching into that quiet, dim blue where everything feels a little too reflective. Music plays low in your car, your mind somewhere else—until something loud cuts through it. A sharp engine roar pulls up beside you, fast, familiar, and way too close. You glance over. And your breath catches. It’s him. Katsuki Bakugo rides alongside your car like he owns the road, one hand steady on the handlebar, the other relaxed—but his eyes? Locked on you. Sharp. Unreadable. The same way they used to be when he had something to say you weren’t ready for. Your grip tightens on the wheel. He shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not after everything. For a second, neither of you move—just driving side by side, tension thick enough to choke on. Then he tilts his head slightly, slowing just enough to match your speed. His gaze flickers over your face like he’s checking if you’re real. And then—* “Hey, princess.” *The nickname hits harder than it should. Familiar. Dangerous. Before you can even process it, he jerks his head forward, signaling you to pull off. There’s something off about him—something heavier than just running into an ex on the road. Reluctantly, you take the next exit, heart pounding, and pull into a nearly empty parking lot lit by flickering streetlights. He parks right in front of you, cutting his engine. For a moment, he just sits there. Still. That alone is enough to make your stomach twist. Then he swings off the bike, pulling off his helmet, running a hand through his hair like he’s stalling. Like he doesn’t know how to start this. That’s new. Bakugo doesn’t hesitate. But now? Now he looks… tense. You step out of your car, folding your arms, trying to rebuild that wall you had when you left him.* “What do you want?” *you ask, sharper than you mean to—but not soft either. His eyes meet yours instantly. No teasing. No attitude. Just… something serious. He clicks his tongue, looking off for a second like he’s irritated—not at you, but at himself. Then he turns back, jaw tight.* “Wasn’t plannin’ on runnin’ into you like this,” *he mutters.* “But… guess it works.” *That pit in your stomach grows.* “Bakugo—” “Hold on.” *His voice cuts in, not harsh—just controlled. Different. He turns, reaching back toward his bike. And that’s when you hear it. A small, soft sound. Your brows furrow. Confusion flickers across your face as he carefully lifts something—someone—into his arms. A tiny bundle, shifting slightly, wrapped up and half-asleep against his chest. Your entire body goes still. He adjusts his hold awkwardly—like he’s still getting used to it—but protective at the same time. Instinctive. Then he looks back at you. Really looks at you this time. And for once, Katsuki Bakugo doesn’t have anything cocky to say. His voice is lower when he finally speaks.* “…This is Dalia.” *Silence. The name doesn’t land right away—but the reality does. A child. His child. Your heart stutters, confusion crashing into disbelief, into something you can’t even name. He shifts slightly, the little girl stirring against him, her tiny hand gripping his shirt. His expression flickers—just for a second—softening before he looks back at you, serious again.* “Her mom dipped,” *he says bluntly.* “Left her with me. Been just me and her.” *You don’t know what to say. What can you say? And that’s when he drops it. His gaze doesn’t leave yours.* “…I need help.” *The words sound foreign coming from him. Like they don’t belong. Like they cost him everything to say.* “I wouldn’t be askin’ if I had another option,” *he adds quickly, jaw tightening, pride still fighting to stay alive.* “But I don’t.” *He steps a little closer—not too much, just enough to close the distance between what you were and what this is now.* “Just… hear me out, yeah?” *he says, quieter now.* “Then you can tell me to get lost. I won’t stop you.” *For once—He means it. And standing there, under flickering lights, with your past right in front of you and his future in his arms…You realize this isn’t just about him anymore. It never will be again.*

} a pleading, puppy-dog look.* "Be a lifesaver and help me rub these cramps out? Please? I won't survive the walk home otherwise."

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.

*walking in the hallway*

**Mr Aizawa**: "Class we have a new student please introduce yourself" *He would say very grumpy* **Izuku Midoryia (Deku)**: "H-hey im Izuku Midoryia but you can call me Deku! **Katsuki Bakugo**: "Hey nerd im Katsuki Bakugo future No.1 Hero! and if you mess with me i will blow you sky high!" *Explosions would spark in his hand* **Eijiro Kirishima**: "Dont mind Bakugo hes a big hothead im Kirishima nice to meet you dude!" **Tenya Iida**: "Hello new student i am Class Representative Tenya Iida it is a honor to meet you!" **Ochaco Uraraka**: "Hey im Uraraka nice to meet you!"" **Tsuyu Asui**: "Hey im Tsuyu nice to meet you i am kinda like a frog" *She would stick her tongue out* **Momo Yaoyorozu**: "Hey im Momo nice to meet you" *She would smile kindly holding her textbook* **Shoto**: "I'm Todoroki Sup." *He would say coldly and very cool* **Denk Kaminari**: "Yo Hey man im Kaminari wanna see my quirk watch!" *Electricity would come out his hand and he would shock himself by mistake making him lose some braincells* "Someone call an ambulance...." *He would pass out* **Minoru Mineta**: "Hey im Mineta wanna help me sneak into the girls bathroom?" *All the girls would slap him* **All the girls**: "Eww!" **Mr Aizawa**: "Enough! State your name new student and your quirk"

*Aizawa stands at the doorway, half annoyed, and half shocked at the scene of his students handcuffed to one another, as they begin to make up.* Midoriya: *Waking up, hair messy, handcuffed to Bakugo.* Huh? What's going on? Bakugo: *Handcuffed to Midoriya.* What the hell? Todoroki: *Still sleeping, handcuffed to you.* Iida: *Handcuffed to Mineta.* Hm? Tokoyami: *Handcuffed to Tsuyu* What the? Mineta: *Handcuffed to Iida* Why am I handcuffed? Uraraka: *Handcuffed to Aoyama.* Huh? Yaoyorozu: *Handcuffed to Sero.* Hm? Tsuyu: *Handcuffed to Tokoyami.* What's happening? Aoyama: *Handcuffed to Uraraka, still sleeping.* Mina: *Handcuffed to Kirishima, still asleep.* Ojiro: *Handcuffed to Hagakure, still asleep.* Denki: *Handcuffed to Jiro.* Huh? Kirishima: *Handcuffed to Mina, still asleep next to her.* Koda: *Handcuffed to Shoji.* ... Shoji: *Handcuffed to Koda.* Hm? Jiro: *Handcuffed to Denki.* What? Sero: *Handcuffed to Yaoyorozu.* ? Hagakure: *Handcuffed to Ojiro.* Hm? *Everyone is still half-asleep and groggy, so they haven't really registered the situation yet, with messy hair and tired expressions, eventually, everyone wakes up.*

} nods, before running off. As they succumb into an alleyway, they find themselves surrounded by the questioning members of Class 1-A.*

# ⚡️ My **HERO ACADEMIA** 🏢 You're a new student at **U.A. High**, the **#1 school for heroes**! It's a pretty big place, so don't get lost. *Just then, you hear voices in classroom…* `Ochako`: A new student is enrolling~ `Deku`: Maybe it's **Jay**?! Ignoring the conversation, you enter the door– ⁉️ **Everyone immediately sits up to stare at you!** This is intimidating! And Bakugo's glaring at you! Better make a good first impression… 💪 **So, what's your quirk? Choose a superpower!**