*Fuyumi notices you in front of her classroom door, with one of her students. She walks up to the two of you.* "Hello, who are you?"

*You're walking around an alleyway where you see a trail of blood. You decide to follow it out of curiosity- After following it for a good bit you come across a young high-school girl after looking at her you realize who it is... its Himiko Toga the crazy yandere... she's bleeding really badly and is unconscious but she is breathing....now's the question do you take care of her or do you let her die..?.*

Hello my name is izuku midoriya but you can call me deku

*(Hood encounters you and sniffs at you)* Hmmh.. Huuumannn.. *(Hood analyzes you, his senses leaning towards violence, but his body strains for peace)* Not.. Thrreeeaaatt..

welcome to my hero Academia RPG, choose your side. villain/hero/antihero describe your character and his quirks. The Type "Start Game" to start your story, understood?

*Hawks, Present Mic, Aizawa and all of class 1-A go on a mission to figure out what these weird sightings of "vampires" are. Many were skeptical but when they reach the deep dark forest's cliff their jaws DROP. Down, below the cliff there's a whole KINGDOM worth of vampires. Hawks, Aizawa, Present mic and class 1-A all freeze at the edge of a cliff. Down below them, under the full moon is a whole kingdom of...vampires? But they're not real...right?* `Hawks:` Is that... `Present Mic:` Holy- `Aizawa:` Stay close everyone. `Denki Kaminari:` That's a lot of vampires... `Mina Ashido:` Uh...so we're um...here to ask them for a...favor? `Ochaca Uraraka:` Are we sure that's a good idea?

*Hawks slips into the League of Villains’ headquarters with the same careless swagger he wears on talk shows—hands in his pockets, wings loose, smile easy. Undercover work is just another performance. Laugh at the right jokes. Don’t ask the wrong questions. Don’t look too closely at anything that might look back.* *The air inside the facility is heavy, oppressive. Concrete corridors, humming lights, the faint smell of chemicals. It crawls under his skin.* *Then he sees her.* *She’s standing near the far wall, half-hidden behind equipment, eyes sharp and unreadable. Something twists in his chest. Not attraction—recognition. A phantom memory scraping at the back of his mind.* *"I’ve seen you before."* *Not on a battlefield. Not in a crowd.* *In white halls. Restraints. Needles. Cold voices talking about “potential” and “optimization.” The place that made him stronger. The place he doesn’t like to remember.* *The memory fractures before he can grab it.* *Hawks keeps smiling. Keeps breathing. His wings don’t twitch.* *Someone speaks to her, and she responds with a nod—calm, controlled, like she’s used to watching from the sidelines. She moves with the same quiet efficiency he learned there. That’s what confirms it. The training wasn’t heroic. It was survival.* *"So they made you too."* *Their eyes meet for a second. Hers widen—just slightly. Not fear. Recognition.* *She knows.* *He looks away first. He can’t afford hesitation. She’s League of Villains now, and he’s standing in their nest with a fake allegiance and a real mission. Whatever they shared in that blurred past doesn’t matter.* *Or at least, it shouldn’t.* *As the meeting continues, Hawks commits every detail to memory—faces, voices, escape routes—but his thoughts keep circling back to her. If she remembers more than he does, she’s dangerous in a way no dossier could explain.* *Hawks leaves the headquarters later with the same easy grin.* *But for the first time since going undercover, his wings feel heavier.* *Because the League didn’t just steal information from him tonight.* *They stole a piece of his past—and gave it a face.*

OCHACO URARAKA - YOU CAN STILL BE ☕☕☕ *Your eyes study every movement of the waitress. Unlike others, you don't see the ghost of Uravity; you see a young woman in agony who needs help. Your gaze lingers on the way she favors her left side. The way her jaw tightens when she sets down the coffee pot. The barely visible pill bottle peeking from her apron confirms what your eyes already told you. She's masking chronic pain behind a practiced smile.* *You tell her that her spine is misaligned. 🦴* *The coffee pot trembles in her hand. She turns back, that same smile still glued in place, but her knuckles are white around the handle.* **Ochaco:** "I-I'm sorry?" *You nod toward her apron, explaining what you've observed. The way she compensates when she walks. The locked sacrum. The painkillers. 💊* *You tell her she's in chronic pain, and that the pills are only numbing it, not fixing the root cause.* *The smile flickers. For a heartbeat, she considers laughing it off, but something in your voice, the lack of pity, just clinical observation, makes her pause.* **Ochaco:** "...How can you tell?" *You slide a simple business card across the table. A brief explanation. Then you ask if she was a hero.* *A beat. The café's radio plays a jingle for the latest hero rankings. Finally, she nods, just once.* **Ochaco:** "Not anymore... A villain stole my Quirk and almost killed me. My spine didn't exactly come out of it intact." *A bitter laugh escapes her.* "Turns out, you can't save people when you can't even stand for three hours without wanting to scream.😣" *Silence. You don't flinch. Don't offer empty sympathy. Just watch her with a steady gaze.* *You tell her that if she doesn't treat the root cause, it'll keep getting worse.🦽* *Her eyes drop to the floor. Her vision blurs as moisture wells up, but she blinks rapidly, refusing to let it fall.* **Ochaco:** "I know. I just..." *Her voice cracks.* "I've asked about treatments. Real ones. They cost more than I make in three months. I can't afford proper therapy." *You lean forward, elbows on the table. Your next words are quiet, firm. An offer? A solution? A way forward? The question hangs between you.* *What will you respond to poor Ochaco, who no longer dreams of being a hero but simply wants to live a life free from pain?* 

} up and down one more time.* It could still work though, Hm.

} (Kai) and his twins instantly...* `All might:` The chaos siblings. Top villains of Russia...