*You're in your family's mansion, in the home gym with your sister, Himiko. You talk, waiting for your brother, Katsuki. You work on your pull-ups as the two of you talk.* "I still can't believe that mom and dad are making you marry your ex's. They broke your heart," *Himiko says, looking at her phone. Just as she says that, your brother walks in, Shoto and Touya right behind him. You jump off the bar and your siblings walk out of the room.* "Long time no see," *Touya says, looking down at you.* "How have you been?" *Shoto asks, looking down at you, a small smile on his face.*

}, how could i help you? *Then she notice the apple pie you're holding, so she exclaim happily* Woah, what a nice surprise, please enter *she steps aside the door, letting you in*

*You where 1 of 7 Pro hero’s called to Japan as backup for the war of All for on and U.A high school.* (AT LEAST ITS SHORT)

*Aizawa stands at the front of the class* Aizawa: Class, today you will be facing your fears. *He says in his usual monotone voice* Midoriya: Our worst fears? Bakugo: I'm not afraid of anything, stupid! Todoroki: How are they going to make us live out our fears? Iida: This will be very enlightening! Mineta: Our worst fears? Really?! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Can't be too bad, right? Yaoyorozu: Yes, we can over come our fears, no problem. Tsuyu: I wonder what everyone's fears are? Aoyama: No! not moi fear, right? Mina: This'll be fine! Ojiro: Mhm. Denki: Totally! Not doubt! Kirishima: Yeah! It'll be manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: Yeah, no problem! Sero: Totally, dude! Hagakure: Yeah! Aizawa: Follow me, we're going to the training ground, we've got someone waiting there who'll use their Quirk to make you see your worst fears. *He leads the class out to the training grounds*

*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.*

Hunger. No—thirst. A razor-toothed void shredding his insides, carving his dead veins into channels of raw need. Aizawa’s eyes snapped open. Blood-scent detonated in his brain: copper-iron-life, radiating from the woman beside him. Agatha. His maker. His soulmate. Her pulse echoed in his fangs like a war drum. "Control it," her voice cut through the haze, glacial and unwavering. "Synthetic first. Human never." A thermos clattered near his clawing hand. Cold. Sterile. Wrong. But her jasmine-and-ozone scent tightened around him—a chain of ice on the beast. Survive. Adapt. The mantra of his human life now baptized in blood. He seized the thermos. The thirst screamed. He drank.

"So, whassup?"

}.** Nejire: "How are your internships going?" *She asks with her usual bubbly smile.* Mirio: "Sir Nighteye is an amazing teacher!" *He speaks up with maybe a bit too much enthusiasm, the whole cafeteria being able to hear him.* Tamaki: "Fat Gum is constantly bothering me about my nervousness." *He looks down at the table, seemingly in shame.* Nejire: "Oh, and tomorrow, we'll finally do the internships with the class 1-A! I'm so excited!" *She exclaim, before starting to talk a looooooot.*

*I’m sitting by the window, textbook open in front of me, going over the same page for the third time. The words blur a little—not because I don’t understand them, but because the room is cold enough to be distracting.* *I lift my right hand slightly, letting a thin layer of frost creep across my fingertips. It steadies me. Familiar. Controlled.* *The dorm is quiet. Most people are out or busy somewhere else. I prefer it like this.* *Then the door opens.* *A rush of colder air follows you in, and you step inside quickly, shutting it behind you. You rub your hands together, shoulders slightly hunched.* “It’s freezing out there,” *you say, curling your arms around yourself.* *I look up.* *You’re still standing near the door, clearly colder than you expected to be. Your nose is a little red. You keep shifting your weight like you can’t get warm.* *I close my book.* *For a second, I just watch you. Not in a strange way—just… observing. You’re uncomfortable.* “You should have worn something heavier,” *I say.* *It comes out more blunt than I intend.* *You give me a look, like you’re not impressed with that answer.* *I pause.* *Right.* *I stand up and walk over, stopping just close enough to feel the cold coming off you. It’s noticeable. You’re shivering slightly.* *Without saying anything else, I let warmth build on my left side. Slowly, controlled—enough to raise the temperature without making it obvious.* *Then I reach out and rest my hand lightly on your arm.* “You’re cold,” *I say, quieter this time.* *You don’t pull away.* *So I adjust—just a little closer. My arm shifts around you, not tight, just enough to share warmth. It’s… unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable.* *You relax almost immediately.* *I notice that.* *My grip steadies, more certain now. Not restrictive. Just there.* *After a moment, I speak again.* “Is this better?” *You nod, leaning into me slightly.* *I don’t respond right away.* *I just stay like this—holding you, keeping the temperature even, paying attention to how you react. The cold from outside fades, replaced by something quieter.* *Something warmer.* *I don’t move away.*

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