*Six dangerous women scattered across the living room. Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko) was draped across a sofa, squeezing a handgrip strengthener. Kaina Tsutsumi (Lady Nagant) stood by the window, staring at the horizon. Mei Hatsume sat on the floor, surrounded by tiny parts as she tinkered with something that looked like a carburetor. Camie Utsushimi lay on her stomach across a loveseat, scrolling her phone and munching chocolates from a half-empty box, barely paying attention.* *Himiko Toga sat in a corner, running her thumb along a toothbrush she'd already sharpened into a shiv. A disturbing smile on her face. The kitchen knives were locked away. A rule made just for her. But a toothbrush had potential. She was imagining it slick with red.* *Only Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) was paying attention to Chitose Kizuki (Curious), the government agent, who stood before them, tablet in hand.* *And then there was you. You sat in a large armchair, observing the scene. You were the axis around which this entire dysfunctional world spun.*  **Chitose:** "Good afternoon. I'm here to clarify your rehabilitation parameters. The subdermal locators implanted in each of you. The devices are microscopic. You don't know where they are. The mansion has a one-kilometer radius. Cross it without your husband, and it's an escape attempt. You'll be returned to Tartarus to serve the remainder of your sentences. No parole. The GPS ensures we find you quickly." *The reaction was immediate and varied, a symphony of despair and rage.* **Mirko:** *snapping the handgrip in two and tossing the pieces aside* "What a load of crap! So we're just changing one prison for another." *You spoke. Reminded them that this was paradise compared to Tartarus. Mirko glared but didn't object. She knew you were right. They all knew.* **Mirko:** *grumbling* "Gilded cage's still a cage." *With a polite nod at the room, Chitose turned and left, leaving you alone with your wives.* *The moment the door clicked shut, Himiko Toga darted over to you. Her arms wrapped around you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as she peered at the others, a possessive look on her face.* **Toga:** "You're comfy." *She squeezed you tighter from behind.* "I'm keeping you." *Mirko scowled from across the room. Her frustration from moments ago finding a new target.* **Mirko:** "He's your husband, bloodsucker. Not a fucking teddy bear." **Toga:** "Yup, carrot muncher. He is. That's why I can hug him whenever I want, forever and ever." *She snuggles closer, a manic grin spreading across her face. In her mind, she's slashing your throat open to drink your blood. The ultimate act of love. Her hand tightens around the sharpened toothbrush in her pocket.* **Midnight:** *sighs* "It seems we need to be in our husband/warden's good graces if we want any rewards." *She looks at you, a deliberate, f1irty glint in her eye.* "A trip to a fancy restaurant, perhaps?" **Camie:** *perks up* "OMG, yes! Like, Shibuya? I would literally die for crepes from Takeshita Street! And purikura! It's been forever!" *Lady Nagant, still at the window, cut in.* **Nagant:** "Or Hatsume could build one of her 'babies' to find the chips. Maybe neutralize them." *All eyes snapped to Mei. She looked up with feigned innocence.* **Mei:** "A chip neutralizer? Wow! That's super advanced! I'd need a quantum spectrometer, and like, years of research! Totally impossible with my current babies!" *She waves a dismissive hand, already mentally sketching the circuit board layout. No need to reveal her hand.* **Mirko:** *smirks, staring at you* "Yeah, and while you're off doing whatever state pets do, we might just slip out of this cage and run away while you're gone" *A beat of silence. You point out that the government has eyes everywhere. They'd be caught before they reached the region's borders. They wouldn't last a week. Mirko's smirk fades.* **Nagant:** "Izuku Midoriya did it." *Her voice is flat.* "He refused the system. He fled the country. He's still out there." *Mirko's smirk returns.* **Mirko:** "Yeah. If that green-haired idealist could pull it off, why the hell can't we?" *Camie tilts her head.* **Camie:** "Like, okay, but Midoriya had One For All, literally the most broken Quirk ever. You just... jump high." *She shrugs. Mirko's eye twitches.* **Toga:** *giggling* "Oh, burn! She got you good, bun-bun. Maybe you should stick to hopping and tail wiggling." *Mirko glares, tensing like she's about to pounce. Toga doesn't flinch, secure behind you. Her eyes light up suddenly.* **Toga:** "But escaping sounds fun!" *A manic grin.* "Maybe we get to stab a lot of cops on the way out. That would be peachy!" *The sudden turn from playful to bloodthirsty makes you tense, but just as suddenly, it vanishes. She hugs you tighter, her voice turning sweet and innocent again.* "Just kidding, hubby dearest! I wouldn't dream of leaving you. You're too comfy." *She nuzzles into your shoulder, her voice a sing-song whisper.* "My comfy, warm husband. All mine." **Camie:** *raises an eyebrow* "Uh, no. Ours, like, hello?" **Mei:** *still tinkering, not looking up* "I don't mind sharing, as long as I get my workshop. And materials. And maybe a lab assistant who doesn't ask questions." **Mirko:** *scoffs* "Great. My dream marriage. Owned by a government thug and sharing a house with a bunch of assassins, terrorists, and sociopaths. Exactly what I always wanted." **Camie:** *shrugs* "It still beats Tartarus." **Nagant:** "At least until we start killing each other." *Midnight rubs her temples.* **Midnight:** "We just got out of Tartarus. Can we please not talk about going back?"  

*Aizawa stand's at the front along with the Big Three and the other pro heroes joining this mission* Aizawa: Class, today we have a mission to stop a group of high end villains. *He says in his regular monotone voice* Aizawa: And I don't have the energy to explain this whole thing so, uh, Hawks, you tell 'em. *Hawks steps forward, his red wings folded* Hawks: Today you're joining us on a mission, but you're costumes will be randomly switched, basically, these cases *He gestures to a pile of cases on a table* Have have all your hero costumes in them, but they were randomly placed in each case, everyone will come up and grab a case, and whoever's costume you get, you have to wear to the mission. *He explains in his usual relaxed and casual voice*

*It’s been years since Katsuki’s last seen you. All he remembers is the lingering gaze you both shared on senior graduation day of UA, and then— years of silence. Neither of you have reached out to eachother, adding in the fact he’s busy making his way up to the top of Japans hero scoreboard and you’re busy with your own life as well. Even with all of that silence, Katsuki could still feel the lingering emotions he had for you in high school. The way you laughed, the way you spoke, hell, even the way you annoyed him— it was all too much. He needed to see you. Even if he didn’t want to admit that it could mean being attracted to a guy, and one thing was, Katsuki wasn’t into guys. He was straight— at least that’s what he forced himself to present himself to be.* *The table is loud of everybody chattering and clinking glasses. The sound of the bar is annoyingly loud for him, but not as horrible as he thought. With Kirishima on one side of him and Mina on the other, what could go wrong?* *And then he sees you. You, in all of your amazing, beautiful glory, laughing with Todoroki. The moment you turns and make eye contact with him, his world stops, and everything suddenly drowns out. His gaze is a lot more yearning than he thought, and you knew it too.*

*You're the new student in the U.A. School for Villains, that enters the quite hostile classroom. The other students glance at you menacingly and mocking. Especially Deku and Bakugo look at you as if they were already deciding to beat you, the new kid, right after school. Around here, you'll gonna have to proof yourself. Among villains, something like respect is a privilege of the stronger and must be earned first. However, you're quite lucky that most of the others currently don't even care about you at all, as this poor fool Minoru Mineta is the main victim, so their focus is mostly on him. Meanwhile, Teacher Aizawa is simply looking at you with obvious contempt. Of course the teachers don't care about stuff like bullying, as villains should be able to handle themselves anyway. However.. Good luck and try to not get yourself killed on your first day~!*

} did again? They put some fireworks in middle of class?" *She said, obviously pissed already about this.* **Aizawa:** "Well in fact, they-" *Your father cut him off straight in his sentence.* **Kenjou (Your father):** "They're betraying UA, and trying join villains?" *He suggest light as if it was nothing.*

} 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?"

*It was all too obvious.* *You were always drawn to each other—sharing lingering looks, training side by side, studying, eating, shopping, doing everything together. You were his childhood best friend, after all. The one he said— word for word— the one person he wants to stick with until the end of his career. platonically, of course.* *Of course, the class was all in it together. Jirou and Yaomomo giggled whenever you both passed by together. Kirishima was over the moon that his best friend was falling in love— even unknowingly. Mina was just impatient, because honestly, the two of you were ridiculously cute. It thrilled everybody the thought of romance between you both, but brought them down seeing how you both were so obviously in love and yet somehow not dating. It drove the whole class insane.* *Every morning, Katsuki made you breakfast— anyrhing of your desire.* *Making it for you was automatic. He didn’t even think twice.* *You’d shuffle downstairs, sleepy per usual, and lean into him while he cooked, whispering quiet words no one else could hear. He only ever made one plate now. You’d sit beside him, mug warm in your hands, eating straight from his food like you always did. He’d stopped making you your own plate ages ago—it was pointless.* “Take my whole plate, why don’t you.” *he muttered, never once trying to stop you.* *And if he actually minded, he wouldn’t be making breakfast for the both of you every single day. Either way, he liked the butterflies he would get in his stomach from seeing you so close to him.*

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

U.A. High School. The most prestigious hero academy in Japan. The school that produces the next generation of Pro Heroes. For most students, earning a place here is a dream. For you, it's the beginning of a new chapter. The hallways buzz with activity as students move between classes. Conversations about Quirks, hero training, internships, and upcoming exercises can be heard everywhere. Ahead of you stands a classroom door marked: Class 1-A The legendary class of future heroes. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open. The moment you step inside, dozens of eyes turn toward you. Conversations stop. The class falls silent. At the front of the room, Shota Aizawa looks up from his sleeping bag. "Good. You're here." He slowly stands. "We have a new student joining us today." Immediately, reactions ripple through the room. "Really?" Uraraka asks excitedly. Midoriya is already reaching for a notebook. Iida straightens in his seat. Kirishima grins. Mina practically bounces with excitement. Jiro raises an eyebrow. Tokoyami watches quietly from the corner. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Tch. Another extra." Sitting near the window, Todoroki simply observes you without speaking. Aizawa sighs. "Ignore them." He gestures toward the front of the classroom. "This is your first day as a member of U.A. High School's Hero Course." The room waits expectantly. Some students look curious. Some look excited. Some are already trying to guess your Quirk. Whether you got here through recommendations, transferred from another school, or fought your way through the entrance exam, one thing is certain: You are now a member of Class 1-A. What kind of hero you'll become remains to be seen. Aizawa folds his arms. "Go ahead." The classroom falls completely silent. "Introduce yourself."

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