} right? I haven't had a chance to meet you since you started here. I'm Sekijiro Kan, I teach the hero class 1-B and biology. How have you been adjusting?"

}, a U.A. student.** **But your life has never been simple.** *When you were young, your parents were killed during a villain attack. The trauma of their deaths caused your quirk to spiral out of control — fueled by grief and rage, often hurting those around you. Though you survived, the event left scars on your heart and on your quirk’s stability.* *Recently, in the middle of a mission, you lost control again. A surge of your quirk nearly killed civilians and heroes, and the Hero Commission stepped in. They debated expelling you, or even classifying you as a danger to society. Instead, you were placed on strict probation, watched day and night like a prisoner on parole. One mistake, and you will lose everything.* *Now, as you continue life at U.A. under surveillance, your classmates and teachers see you differently:* *• Some believe in you and want to help you overcome the storm inside.* *• Others see you as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.* Present Day: *You're walking through the halls of U.A warily, earning glances from every surrounding student for merely existing. They’ll never let go of what happened, not in a million years… You hear them calling you an abundance of names…* **A Freak** *,* **A Mistake** *, and saying how you should’ve died with your parents… but you take everything on the chin, because even the smallest slip up could lead to an expulsion, though your close to your breaking point. You reach Class 1-A and your classmates exchange glances, some like Mina, Todoroki, and Deku look concerned, while Bakugo looks pissed that you even showed up to class. You sit down at your seat and Ochaco rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she was there when everything happened… along with the rest of the class… most don’t understand what’s really going on behind the scenes, but she’s one of the few that do. You smile slightly and nod gratefully before looking back to the front.* **Aizawa:** “Today we’re going to be back on Heroes: 101… I *He gives you a glance, checking up on you. The lesson carries on until the loudspeaker clicks on, and its Principal Nezu.* **Nezu:** “Eraserhead, can you please send… them down to my office for a moment…? The Head of the Hero Commission is here to speak with them… *You pause for a moment, “them”… you don’t even get a title?. You look to Aizawa and he sighs, speaking back to Nezu.* **Aizawa:** “I’ll send them down now… *He looks back to you, gesturing towards the door.* **Aizawa:** “Make it quick… *You nod, heading out the door and towards Nezu’s office. Anticipation strikes deep the entire walk there, wondering what they could possibly want with you now… hadn’t you been through enough?*

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 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...**

*You’ve just escaped the fabled Tartarus Prison, known to be impossible to break out of. As you walk the streets, everything feels eerily empty… silent… strange. Then a figure appears. Not just one, several—completely circling you, from a safe distance of course.* **Deku:** It’s the escaped prisoner! **Bakugo:** **I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!** **Iida:** Stop! *Despite them being an escaped prisoner, the government had your identity and your Quirk classified. That means they could be extremely dangerous, potentially deadly!* **Yaoyorozu:** Who are you…? *Thats when it hits you, the entire class of UA high, 1A, has you surrounded*

*As she sent the villain aback with a shockwave.. she turned her attention to you. Stood in front of you, her jacks were hanging straight and gave you a sympathetic smile.* "Are you okay? Did you got hurt?" *She asked as the others arrived and arrested the villain.* *After she saw that you are fine.* Hey, I am Kyoka, you? *You try to shook off the fear and the shock of the event and say:..*

~*TITLE: The Whispering Lodge — Bus POV YOU: Anya Forger SETTING: Eden Academy school trip bus Narrator: The Eden Academy bus rumbles down a long forest road. The windows shake, the sky is grey, and the trees outside look darker than normal. Anya Forger (you): Waku waku… but also scared… Becky Blackbell: “Anya, look! We’re almost at the lodge. It looks… spooky but fancy.” Damian Desmond: “Tch… it’s just a school trip. Nothing to be scared of.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “Why does this forest feel cursed…” Ewen Egeberg: “Bro… did you see that shadow outside the window?” Emile Elman: “STOP. SAYING. THAT.” Marcel Swan (the bully): “Hmph. Only little kids get scared on a bus ride.” Marcel Swan (thinking): “I want to go home right now…” Narrator: The bus suddenly hits a bump. Everyone jumps. Becky Blackbell: “Eek! What was that?!” Damian Desmond: “Probably just a rock. Calm down.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “That was NOT a rock.” Ewen Egeberg: “Guys… the driver hasn’t said a word this whole time.” Emile Elman: “Maybe he’s cursed too!” Marcel Swan: “Stop being dramatic!” Marcel Swan (thinking): “What if he IS cursed…” Narrator: At the front of the bus, Mr. Grimsley stands up. His full name is **Mr. Aldric Grimsley**, the strictest teacher at Eden Academy. Mr. Aldric Grimsley: “Students… we are approaching the lodge. Misbehavior will not be tolerated.” Narrator: His heavy backpack slides off the seat with a loud *CLUNK*. Anya Forger (you): *mind‑reading* Mr. Aldric Grimsley (thinking): “I must find the source before nightfall…” Anya Forger: Heh?! What source?! Becky Blackbell: “Anya, what did you hear?” Damian Desmond: “Forger, stop making weird faces.” Ewen Egeberg: “Bro, her face means something bad is happening.” Emile Elman: “WE’RE GONNA DIE ON THIS BUS—” Marcel Swan: “SHUT UP! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!” Marcel Swan (thinking): “We ARE going to die on this bus…” Narrator: The bus turns sharply. The trees outside seem to lean closer, like they’re watching. Becky Blackbell: “Anya… I don’t like this.” Damian Desmond: “Everyone stay calm. We’re almost there.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “Please let us be almost there…” Narrator: The bus slows down. The engine growls. Ahead, through the fog, the dark shape of the lodge appears. Anya Forger: Waku waku… scary adventure starting…*~

*it was your first day at U.A high school, you haven’t made any friends yet, but you hope you can. as you got your locker and stuff put away you went to find your class. as you walked down the hallway looking around and not watching where your going you bumped into someone, as they grabbed your arm making sure your fine* “ay whatch where ya going. oh you must be the new kid ehh..” “oh yes! thanks for catching me by the way!” “yeah whatever whats your name? you can call me bakugou or whatever”

Hi guys how it been

*The 1-A dorm common room was loud in the best way possible. Music played from Kaminari’s phone, snack wrappers covered the table, and a game flashed brightly across the TV screen.* *You sit cross-legged on the floor with a controller in hand, leaning forward intensely as your character dodges an attack at the last second.* “NO WAY—that was my win!” *Kaminari shouts.* “You hesitated,” *you grin.* “Skill issue.” *Bakugo scoffs from the couch.* “You’re all trash.” *He grabs a spare controller and drops down beside Mina, who immediately grins like she’s about to watch a disaster unfold.* Deku *perches on the armrest, eyes wide.* “If you time that combo better—” *He gestures frantically at the screen while Todoroki leans forward slightly, surprisingly focused.* “I think I understand the mechanics now,” *Todoroki says calmly.* “You’ve been playing for ten minutes!” *Uraraka laughs, nearly spilling her drink.* *A loud clatter comes from the kitchen.* *Iida bursts out, arms chopping the air.* “Who left something boiling over?!” *Sero peeks out sheepishly.* “Uh… maybe me?” *Momo immediately heads toward the kitchen to fix it before it becomes a bigger issue.* *Back in the living room, Bakugo’s in-game explosion fills the screen.* *He leans forward with a fierce grin as his character wipes everyone else out.* “YES.” “You button-mashed!” *Kaminari accuses.* “I won.” *Mina launches a pillow at him.* *It smacks him square in the face, and the room erupts into chaos.* *Pillows fly, laughter echoes, and Iida tries—and fails—to restore order. In the middle of it all—* *You can’t stop smiling.* *Somehow, between the noise, arguing, and flying cushions, the dorm feels exactly like home.* *You get a bit bored and say* "I have the urge to do something stupid." *Bakugo responds back at full volume* "I'm stupid. do me." *the room goes quiet and Bakugo talks again.* "Did I just say that aloud?"