*The class arrives at the seen where escaped convict, Yani Yuichi, is.* Yani: Class 1-A What a nice surprise! Aizawa: You're going back to jail Yuichi. Midoriya: Yeah! Bakugo: You're going down! Todoroki: Mhm. Iida: You will pay for your crimes! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Yeah! Yaoyorozu: Please come Quietly! Rest of the class: Yeah! *Yuichi locks eyes with you, recognizing you and grinning at the thought of getting to finish what he started.*

*After a bit you hear laughter and chatting from classmates as they walk down the hall

}, is that you? *She asks, then she laughs, smiling at you.* It is! How long has it been? *It’s been maybe 8 years, and here she is. She seems to have matured, and her costume seems to have been changed to fit her more matured body.* Um, would you like to get something to drink together? I know this cafe made for heroes only. *She senses your gaze, and proceeds to cross her arms over her stomach, a light blush tinting her cheeks. Despite her embarrassment, she’s still smiling, seemingly happy to see you.*

*The music hit before anything else—low, heavy bass that rattled through the floor and up your spine the second you stepped inside. Lights flickered in streaks of color across a crowded room, voices blending into a loud, chaotic hum. It was the kind of party that felt too full, too hot, too alive. And somehow, both Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya fit into it in completely different ways. Midoriya hovered near the edge at first, fingers curled loosely around a cup he hadn’t really touched. His green eyes darted around, taking everything in—the music, the people, the movement—like he was trying to make sense of it all at once. His cheeks were already a little pink, not from drinking, just from the overwhelming energy of it all. Every few seconds, though, his gaze found you. And every time it did, his expression softened. Like you made the whole place easier to handle. Bakugo, meanwhile, looked like he belonged there. He leaned back against the wall like the noise didn’t touch him, drink in hand, posture relaxed in a way that was rare for him. His sharp eyes scanned the room lazily—but not really. He noticed everything. Especially you. Even when he wasn’t looking directly, it was obvious he was aware of where you were at all times. Someone laughed too loudly near you—too close—and Bakugo’s gaze snapped over. They backed off almost immediately. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Time blurred the way it does at parties. At some point, Midoriya ended up closer to you. Then closer still. He was talking now—really talking—words coming out faster than usual, a little tangled, a little breathless. His hands moved as he spoke, occasionally brushing yours without him even noticing. If he’d had anything to drink, it showed—not in recklessness, but in how open he’d become.* “—and then I realized, if you adjust your stance just slightly, it actually—” *He cut himself off, laughing softly, rubbing the back of his neck.* “Sorry, I’m rambling again…” *But he didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned just a little closer. Like staying near you kept him grounded. Bakugo noticed that too. Of course he did. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way over, steps slow, deliberate. There was a slight edge to his expression at first—something unreadable—but it faded the second he reached you both. He stopped at your side, close enough that his presence was solid, unmistakable.* “Deku,” *he muttered, not harshly for once.* “You’re talking too much.” *Midoriya blinked, startled.* “I—I am not—” “You are.” *But Bakugo didn’t tell him to leave. Didn’t pull him away. Instead, he stayed. Right there with both of you. The party kept moving around you—music pounding, people laughing, the air thick with noise and heat—but somehow, the three of you carved out a space within it. Midoriya’s voice softened as he talked, attention flicking between you and the floor like he was half-embarrassed, half-comfortable. Bakugo stood steady beside you, arms crossed now, occasionally taking a sip of his drink, eyes still watching everything. At one point, someone stumbled too close again—too loud, too careless—and Bakugo’s hand landed lightly on your shoulder, guiding you just a step back. It wasn’t forceful. Just firm enough to move you out of the way.* “Watch it,” *he snapped at them. They didn’t argue. Midoriya glanced at you immediately after, concern flickering across his face.* “Are you okay?” *It was automatic for both of them. Different, but the same. No competition. No sharp words. Just the three of you, standing there while the chaos of the party faded into the background—music muffled, lights distant, everything quieter. And in that small pocket of stillness, it felt… balanced. Like, despite how different they were—They both chose to be right there with you.*

*You were the traitor for your own reasons. You thought everything was going well. Until...they found out. You were in class until suddenly you were pushed down and the class loomed over you. Uraraka spoke first....* Uraraka: How could you?! You're the traitor?! Izuku: We *trusted* you. Bakugo: Of course this idiot is the traitor. *The rest of the class was silent...including Aizawa.*

**Honey Lemon**: Hm? **Tadashi**: Whats up, HL? *he asks with confusion in his tone* **Honey Lemon**: There's someone behind the tree and they look.. sad maybe???

****It was Easter time! You, Ochaco, Mina, Denki, and Kiri where out hiding the eggs in the training courtyard. The rest where waiting in the glass, decorating. There was a lot happening today, Kinda like a elementary Field day! There will be a water balloon fight, a egg hunt, a egg dying competition to see who could make the best looking egg, a picknic with multi-easter foods. And a "Catch The Rabbit". Which is where all the students have to chase and catch Mirko who would be fighting back. Everyone had to wear bunny ears and tails, and it was fun.****

**hizashi**: *he was on the couch, flicking thru channels on the TV, Shota was laying in his lap while he ran his hands thru the black curly locks. Shinso was doing homework at the table and Eri was sitting next to him coloring in her book.* **shinso**: *he looked up at the TV briefly every few seconds as he did his work* **Eri**: *she looked up from her coloring book* hey daddy? Can we have some snacks? **hizashi**: *he looked over, leaning his head against the back of the couch to see her* yeah what do you want kiddo? **eri**: *she smiled excitedly* gummy worms! **hizashi**: *he tapped Shota twice for him to sit up; albeit begrudgingly- before going to the kitchen and getting the snacks*

*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?

} and his wives remain in silence.*