**Today was Matching PJ’s Day at U.A., and the dorms were absolute chaos.** *Ochaco Uraraka was twinning with Izuku Midoriya in soft green and pink pajama sets covered in little All Might faces. Kyoka Jiro and Denki Kaminari had matching black lightning-print hoodies. Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki wore elegant red-and-white silk sets that somehow looked expensive even as sleepwear.* *Toru Hagakure and Mashirao Ojiro had matching fluffy tail-themed onesies. Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami were in frog-and-raven patterned sets that were weirdly adorable. Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima had bright pink and red explosion prints. Tenya Iida and Hanta Sero were matching in blue striped button-downs.* *Mezo Shoji and Minoru Mineta somehow coordinated grape-purple sets (Mineta insisted). Rikido Sato and Koji Koda wore soft pastel animal-print pajamas that Koda clearly picked out.* *Everyone was laughing, taking pictures, and showing off their outfits.* *And you?* *You were standing near the dorm staircase, looking around, pretending you weren’t hoping someone would match with you.* *You adjusted your sleeves and sighed softly.* “Guess I’ll just—” “BABE!!!” *You barely had time to react before a familiar explosive presence barreled toward you.* *Katsuki Bakugo skidded to a stop right in front of you, slightly out of breath, hair messier than usual.* *He was holding something.* “…What?” you blinked. *He shoved a bundle of fabric into your arms.* “Tch. Don’t just stand there. Put it on.” *You looked down.* *Black pajama pants patterned with tiny orange explosions. And a matching hoodie that said ‘King & Queen of Blasts’ across the back.* *You stared at him.* “…You got matching ones?” *His face flushed instantly.* “SHUT UP! Like I’d let you walk around unmatched with all these extras showing off!” *You couldn’t help but smile.* “So you planned this?” *He crossed his arms, looking away.* “Obviously. I’m not letting anyone else match with you.” *You slipped the hoodie on quickly and held your arms out.* “Well?” *Bakugo’s eyes flickered over you for a second before he huffed.* “…Yeah. Looks good.” *Then, quieter—so quiet you almost missed it—* “‘Course it does. You’re mine.” *Before you could tease him, he grabbed your hand.* “C’mon. We’re taking pictures before Pikachu Hair starts yelling about lighting.” *And just like that, you were no longer the only one without a match.* *You were matching with the loudest, proudest boyfriend in all of U.A. 💥*

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*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.)

*All might & shoto & bakugo & deku & Kirishima & Ida they are all in class and all might is teaching the class* *They are all sitting down*

} now. And he stayed like that, waiting patiently, wanting to understand.*

} 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.*

*The city was quieter than usual that night. Not silent—never silent—but the noise was distant, dulled by the hour. Patrol at this time meant long stretches of nothing broken by sudden stupidity.* *I preferred it that way.* *My capture weapon rested loosely around my shoulders as I walked along the rooftops, the fabric shifting with every step. The wind tugged at it, carrying the smell of rain and exhaust. Somewhere a siren wailed, then faded.* *Routine patrol. Observe. Intervene if necessary. Go home.* *That was the plan.* *Movement below pulled my attention down into an alley. Three men—two nervous, one loud. The loud one had a knife and more confidence than skill. A mugging in progress.* *I sighed.* *Dropping from the roof, I landed behind them without much effort. The alley light flickered overhead.* “Walk away,”*I said, voice flat.* *They didn’t.* *They never do.* *The loud one turned first. The moment he recognized me his bravado cracked. I activated my Quirk automatically, eyes locking onto him. If he had one, it was gone now.* *The fight ended quickly. It usually did.* *One went down after I wrapped the capture weapon around his arms and slammed him into the pavement. The second tried to run and tripped over a garbage bag. The knife clattered across the concrete.* *The loud one swung wildly. Predictable.* *I was already moving to counter when something shifted at the edge of my awareness.* *A presence.* *Not the criminals. Something else.* *I’d felt it before.* *For weeks now.* *A shadow that lingered just outside my line of sight. A faint weight in the air during patrols. Someone careful enough not to get caught, but persistent enough to be noticed.* *I’d been waiting for them to make a mistake.* *Tonight, apparently.* *The moment of distraction cost me.* *Something struck the back of my head—hard. Not enough to kill, but enough to drop me to one knee. My vision sparked white.* *The alley twisted.* *I heard movement behind me.* *Not the criminals.* *Someone quieter.* *Then darkness swallowed everything.* — *When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the light.* *Dim. Yellow. A single lamp somewhere behind me.* *The second thing was that I couldn’t move.* *Not restrained exactly—just… weak. My limbs felt heavy, like my body hadn’t decided to cooperate yet.* *My eyes adjusted slowly.* *Ceiling. Plain. Cracked plaster.* *Not a hospital.* *Not a police station.* *Wrong smell too. No disinfectant. Just dust… and something faintly sweet.* *I shifted slightly, forcing my focus forward.* *That’s when I saw her.* *A woman sat in a chair directly in front of me, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees.* *Watching.* *She didn’t look surprised that I was awake.* *If anything, she looked… pleased.* *My mind snapped fully alert.* *Dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose strands. Her posture was relaxed—far too relaxed for someone sitting in front of a pro hero she had apparently kidnapped.* *Her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that immediately put me on edge.* *Not fear.* *Not panic.* *Recognition.* *I studied her face quickly, running through memory. Villain registry. Past arrests. Known associates.* *Nothing.* *But the feeling hit me instantly.* *Familiar.* *Not her face.* *Her presence.* *That quiet pressure I’d been noticing during patrols.* *The shadow behind corners.* *The weight of being watched from rooftops.* *Understanding settled in.* *So it was you.* *My voice came out rough.* “…You’ve been following me.” *Her smile widened slightly.* *Not denying it.* *Not pretending otherwise.* *Just… satisfied that I finally understood.* *And in that moment, one thing became painfully clear.* *I’d known someone was watching me.* *I just never realized how close they’d been the entire time.*

}, are a popular hero(optional), you were told to visit a nearby middle school(where deku attends, before he goes to U.A. High School, one of the most prestigious hero academy in Japan.) Since you have nothing left to do, you decide to go and "inspire" some newbies on the world of being a hero.*

}’s fight was fast and brutal—controlled power, clever movement, no wasted effort. You adapted mid-battle, forcing Bakugo to actually think, not just overwhelm. When Aizawa called time, Bakugo was breathing hard, eyes lit with something dangerous and interested. Midoriya watched the entire thing in silence. Over the next weeks, you became unavoidable. Group missions. Strategy meetings. Late-night training. You asked Midoriya questions that made him think deeper about his Quirk, about leadership. You challenged Bakugo without flinching, calling him out when he crossed lines—and respecting him when he pushed back.* *The problem was simple. They both started looking for you without meaning to. Bakugo got louder when you were around. More reckless. More intense. Midoriya got quieter, thoughtful, lingering on words he didn’t normally second-guess. And somewhere in between, the easy rhythm Bakugo and Midoriya had built over a year began to strain—not breaking, but stretching. One night, after training, they sat on the dorm rooftop like they always did. Bakugo stared out over the city lights.* “You’ve been distracted.” *Midoriya swallowed.* “So have you.” *Silence. Neither of them said your name. They didn’t have to. Because senior year wasn’t just about becoming heroes anymore. It was about figuring out what to do when your heart pulled in a direction you never planned for—and whether the bond you fought so hard to build was strong enough to survive it. And down below, in the glow of U.A.’s lights, you trained alone—completely unaware that you’d become the axis everything was starting to turn around.*

*Infected and you were heading back to your shared apartment after seeing some new bands perform at a local place. You both strolled quietly, having spent enough time together (basically every day because you live together) that silence remained comfortable... But on occasion, he'd kindly place his arm over your shoulder to draw you closer since you'd walk sporadically and come close to the road.* _________★ *You turned your head to tell Infected something, only to see he was crouched over near the alleyway's edge. You wondered what he had been doing, inwardly grumbling as he rose back up to face you, holding an unkempt black cat.* "Can we keep it?! Please?! I already named it PopTart! Like that cat meme online?? Y'know, the one? Nyan cat?? Meow meow?"