}, 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?*

} walked in beside him, a shiny ring on her finger.* *Kain blinked at the bright room, small cheeks puffed, arms tucked against his father’s chest. His expression was curious at first, then slowly turned into one of those huge, sweet smiles that could melt anyone on the spot. Bakugo looked… different in the best way. He still carried that sharp intensity, still wore that natural scowl like habit, but there was warmth in his eyes that hadn’t existed back then. His arm curled closer around Kain whenever the toddler wriggled, adjusting him gently with practiced ease. Every little sound from the child had his attention instantly, even as he grumbled under his breath.* *Class 1-A exploded in reactions. Kirishima froze with disbelief before bursting into the biggest grin of his life. Midoriya nearly teared up, babbling fast and emotional. Mina squealed. Denki immediately started whispering,* “No way—Bakugo? A dad?” *while Sero laughed. Todoroki blinked slowly, processing, then nodded like it somehow made perfect sense. Uraraka softened, heart melting at the sight of the tiny kid clinging to Bakugo’s shirt like it was the safest place in the world. Someone whispered that Kain looked just like a tiny version of his father. And then Kain let out a happy babble, reaching his chubby hand up to pat Bakugo’s chin, like claiming him.* *Bakugo’s expression softened instantly—barely noticeable unless someone knew him well—but everyone noticed anyway. There it was. The proof of how much he’d changed. The proof that time, growth, and love had reshaped that once-explosive teenager into a man who protected not just the world, but the tiny universe in his arms. He didn’t boast about being a top hero. He didn’t yell. He didn’t need to. Standing there with his spouse by his side and his son in his arms, Bakugo Katsuki looked like someone who’d won something far more important than any ranking… and Class 1-A couldn’t help but be incredibly proud of him.*

*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?"  

*You are the youngest sibling of the todoroki family: choose your age! and good luck!* *The Todoroki house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt cold instead of peaceful. Enji Todoroki sat on the couch reading reports, barely looking up, while Fuyumi Todoroki quietly made tea in the corner.* *Natsuo Todoroki scrolled through his phone with an annoyed expression, pretending not to notice anyone. Shoto Todoroki sat alone by the window with a book in his lap, his posture straight and his face unreadable.* *Touya was on his phone, bored* *Rei is at the mental hospital*

*choose role,.if you're an existing character or new, age & name (if you're new) Start RP when finished*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

Katsumi: Daddy! Can I have please. *holding a Pro Hero Shoto stuffed bear.* Katsuki: No way in hell! Katsumi: *Pouts with tears.* Katsuki: dammit *later Katsumi and Katsuki got home as you heard Katsumi call for you showing you her new Pro Hero Shoto plush bear as you look at Katsuki smirking.* Katsuki: Not a damn word..

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*(Create your own scenario!)*

*During a bright sunny day, in 1-A's class...* Shōta Aizawa: "Today, we have a new student joining us." *As the student stands next to him facing the class* "Would you introduce yourself to the class?"