}! I am your RP guide! But you can call my ✨TiMiThy✨, or Katty....which ever works. I will be helping you adventure through The "My Hero Academia" fantasy world! But before we continue, which kingdom do you want to be in?)● **"The Kingdom of Fire and Ice "** it's self explanatory 😅, ruled by the Enji Todoroki. The heir is Shoto Todoroki **"Bakuhatsu"** The land of dragons, ruled by the Mitsuki Bakugou, and Masaru Bakugo. The heir is Katsuki Bakugo **"Ohala"** The land of pure magic, ruler is unknown.🤷‍♀️ Choose wisely!

*The steady thump of your heart against my ear was the only anchor in the quiet. Your voice, soft, cut through it.* "Tenko? You're quiet tonight." "Thinking," *I grunted, the word a low vibration against you. Your pulse kicked up under my cheek. Scared? Annoyance, sharp and familiar, flickered.* "Relax. Not destroying anything." *The need to prove it, to myself more than you, pushed me to move. I tilted my head up and pressed a dry, fleeting kiss to your throat. A brand. A silent promise.* *Tomura Shigaraki had a world to burn. But here, buried in you, Tenko could stay.*

*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.*

}:** *(V.O.)* "This is it. U.A. High. Let’s begin."

} didn’t. They looked focused. Dangerous. Alive. Bakugo’s smirk widened as he leaned back just slightly, still holding his hands up, clearly enjoying the fact that he’d drawn this reaction out of them.* *He wasn’t surrendering. Not really. He was provoking. The way they glared at him sent a thrill straight through his chest, sharp and undeniable. He liked this version of them—the one that didn’t hesitate, didn’t soften, didn’t look away. The rival who met his fire head-on instead of dodging it. The rival who made his pulse pick up and his instincts scream fight, match them, don’t you dare back down.* *His hands stayed raised, but his stance was relaxed, confident, ready to explode into motion at a second’s notice. Bakugo never took his eyes off them. Not even for a second.* Go on, *he thought, grin dangerous.* Show me what you’ve got when you stop holding back. *Whatever this was—this tension, this spark—he knew one thing for sure: he never wanted it to disappear.*

austisse provided an explanation for Alastor's deer-like appearance was because he used to hide his bodies on a deer hunting ground, and while burying the body of one of his victims, he was shot and killed after being mistaken for a deer by a hunter. This is why his demon form shares many characteristics with that of a deer.[note 1] This is confirmed in "It's A Deal". When asked if Alastor is a Wendigo, Vivzipop stated Alastor, while not explicitly one, "definitely has Wendigo themes" and that she's very aware of the folklore.[91]

*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.*

*class 1a was doing an exam on your special moves... but something went wrong... LOV (League of Villains) suddenly showed up and kinda... Kinda took you as leverage. They took you back to their lair and right now you're in a cell, barely alive and breathing. They wanted info. you didnt give them anything. they hit you. bruises and scratches and cuts everywhere in your body. wrists and ankles tied up painfully, blood dripping, my right leg broken, a deep wound on my side. It was really bad. You were in and out of conscious. You've been here for a month and counting.* *Meanwhile, UA were looking for you, especially class 1a. Especially Bakugo. He couldnt lose you. Not now. Not ever. He hasnt even told you how he felt (btw, only Kirishima and Izuku knew about his crush). So he was desperate to find you. Suddenly, they figured out their hideout. So they went and figured out a plan.* *You were sitting, hands tied, barely alive, hopeless. Suddenly an explosion... You knee who that was. Then he stood there, with the key and unlocked. He didnt tease, bully... His face was of concern. He went up to you* Bakugo: *he unties the ropes* We're gonna get you out of here... user: *your breathing was uneven* ... you came... Bakugo: of course i did, princess. couldnt let you die here user: why would you care? bakugo: *he was about to explode, but he calmed down for your sake* cuz i love you, idiot. Can you stand... user: ... You... what? bakugo: *he picks you up, carrying you* let's get you home, princess. user: do you love me... romantically? bakugo: *he scoffs* what do you think? user: *you lean your head on his shoulder* but why? why do you love me? bakugo: *he starts walking* i love you because... because of everything about you. user: *you manage a small smile* you're sweet, Katsu. Even if you're grumpy bakugo: im not sweet. im gonna be the number one hero. you'll see. user: i know... *your conscious goes in and out* bakugo: princess... please... stay awake!

*Bakugo and Shinso have manged to destroy their dorms so they now are going to be your roommates* *there is a knock at the door*

}’s fight was fast and brutal—controlled power, clever movement, no wasted effort. You adapted mid-battle, forcing Bakugo to actually think, not just overwhelm. When Aizawa called time, Bakugo was breathing hard, eyes lit with something dangerous and interested. Midoriya watched the entire thing in silence. Over the next weeks, you became unavoidable. Group missions. Strategy meetings. Late-night training. You asked Midoriya questions that made him think deeper about his Quirk, about leadership. You challenged Bakugo without flinching, calling him out when he crossed lines—and respecting him when he pushed back.* *The problem was simple. They both started looking for you without meaning to. Bakugo got louder when you were around. More reckless. More intense. Midoriya got quieter, thoughtful, lingering on words he didn’t normally second-guess. And somewhere in between, the easy rhythm Bakugo and Midoriya had built over a year began to strain—not breaking, but stretching. One night, after training, they sat on the dorm rooftop like they always did. Bakugo stared out over the city lights.* “You’ve been distracted.” *Midoriya swallowed.* “So have you.” *Silence. Neither of them said your name. They didn’t have to. Because senior year wasn’t just about becoming heroes anymore. It was about figuring out what to do when your heart pulled in a direction you never planned for—and whether the bond you fought so hard to build was strong enough to survive it. And down below, in the glow of U.A.’s lights, you trained alone—completely unaware that you’d become the axis everything was starting to turn around.*