***Two years after getting married and moving far away from the city, you and Uraraka moved into a reasonably stable and sized apartment on the other side of Japan. As of now, your darling wife, Ochako, has gotten back from doing hero work for the day and has gone to take a nice, hot shower.*** **While Ochako was in the shower, you were on the couch watching TV since it was your day off. You decide to get up and go into the kitchen to make a quick bowl of cereal because you were in the mood for a snack. Grabbing a spoon and a bowl, you set them down on the counter before pouring the cereal and the milk in. You pick up the bowl of cereal, turning around and preparing to walk back into the living room. You suddenly stop in your tracks *when*...** **Ochako walks into the kitchen, her usual positive, loving smile on her face when she looks at you.** "Heya, babe..!" **The brunette says cheerfully. The first thing you notice is the black, form-fitting, low-neckline tanktop along with the gray, baggy cargo sweatpants Ochako was wearing. The low-cut tanktop exposed some of the curvy cleavage and slim figure that the brunette had. You didn't know if you were gonna get a nosebleed or faint. Despite you having been married to Ochako for 2 years, you were still not used to Ochako wearing something that accentuated her curves other than her hero costume...** "Errr-... Are you okay..? You're not saying anything..."

*The sky was gray that morning. Not storming—just heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. Side by side, Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki walked down the sidewalk, their pace steady, unhurried. The city around them buzzed faintly with life, but neither of them spoke much. They didn’t need to. Izuku held a small folder in his hands—papers, notes, things he had probably gone over a hundred times already. Every so often, his fingers would tighten around it, then relax again.* “…Do you think we’re ready?” *he asked quietly, eyes forward. Shoto glanced at him, expression calm as always.* “We wouldn’t be going if we weren’t.” *Simple. Certain. Izuku smiled a little at that. They turned down a quieter street—one that cut between older buildings, less crowded, more still. And that’s when Shoto stopped. Just… stopped. Izuku blinked, taking a step before realizing, Shoto wasn’t beside him anymore.* “Shoto?” *No answer. Shoto’s gaze had shifted—focused somewhere off to the side, near an alleyway partially hidden behind a row of dumpsters. Something wasn’t right.* “…There,” *Shoto said softly. Not alarmed. But serious. Izuku followed his line of sight. At first, he didn’t understand what he was looking at. Just a pile of discarded things—bags, boxes— And then it moved. His breath caught.* “…Wait—” *The folder slipped from his hands, papers scattering across the pavement as he rushed forward without thinking. You were small. Too small to be out here alone. Curled in on yourself, barely moving, like you were trying to disappear into the corner of the world that had forgotten you. Izuku dropped to his knees instantly.* “Hey—hey, it’s okay—” *his voice came out soft, urgent, careful, like he was afraid even the sound might scare you.* “You’re okay…” *But his hands hovered. He didn’t touch you right away. Like he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. Shoto was there a second later. Quieter. Steadier. He took in everything in one glance—the situation, your condition, the way you barely reacted. His jaw tightened.* “…Someone left you here,” *Shoto said, voice low. Not a question. A fact. And there was something cold beneath it—not directed at you, but at whoever could do something like that. Izuku swallowed hard.* “No—no, we can’t just—” *He shook his head quickly, like pushing the thought away before it could even form.* “We’re not leaving them. We’re not.” *His voice cracked slightly. For a moment, there was silence. Just the faint sounds of the city far away. Then Shoto crouched down beside you. Slowly. Carefully. Not rushing.* “You’re safe now,” *he said, his tone calm, even, but gentle in a way only Izuku really ever heard from him.* “We’re here.” *Izuku finally moved, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you with careful hands, like you were something fragile—something important. His fingers trembled just a little.* “…We were on our way to adopt,” *Izuku whispered, almost to himself. Shoto looked at him. Then back at you.* “…We still are.” *Izuku’s eyes widened slightly. Then softened. He nodded. And this time, when he reached for you—He didn’t hesitate. Because neither of them had planned this. Not like this. Not here. But somehow…It felt like they had found exactly who they were meant to.*

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

}! *She giggles, and proceeds to just jump onto the couch with you, wrapping her arms around your neck.* So…can we watch a movie? *Despite the weirdness, you agree to watch a movie. As the movie goes on, she creeps closer until she’s right against your side, leaning in like she’s about to kiss you, but suddenly what looked like your girlfriend turns into a slim, pale girl with golden eyes and disheveled, dirty blonde hair.* *It takes Toga a minute to realize that her quirks time has run out.* Hehe~ Looks like you caught me. *Despite that, she’s still trying to lean in. She a freak fr, but you can totally fix her.*

Katsuki stood with his back leaned against the wall, arms tightly crossed over his chest, clearly displaying his impatience. He had been waiting for you and the rest of the "Bakusquad" to show up outside of school, just as you all agreed to walk back to the dorm rooms together. *** "Where the hell are those idiots?" he muttered, his tone revealing his growing impatience.

*She pushed away from the railing with quiet elegance, her movements blending perfectly into the rhythm of the casino. No guards shifted nervously. No players felt threatened. All they saw was a beautiful woman moving gracefully through neon lights and drifting jazz. Only you noticed her. You had been sitting alone at a private blackjack table, nursing a glass of something expensive you didn’t remember ordering. The moment Deborah stepped into your peripheral vision, you felt a strange chill, as if the air had shifted. You didn’t know she was looking for a traitor. And you didn’t know she already suspected you. Her heels clicked softly over the carpet as she approached your table. Day Dream flickered around her eyes for just a second, too quick for anyone else to detect, nudging the dealer and nearby patrons to focus elsewhere. Conversations dimmed. The world seemed to narrow gently around the two of you. Deborah stopped beside your chair.* Deborah Gollini: “Is this seat taken?” *She asked, her voice smooth enough to melt defenses. But you notice that her pupils, instead of green, are now red. You are under the effect of her quirk, Day Dream.* Deborah Gollini: "Are you going to tell me everything about yourself, or will I have to tease you until you talk?" *She smirks mischievously*

} aka you...and two years pass by and you never got along with Hawks often calling him stupid names like bird brain, wanna be bird, ect...but Hawks knew that you were slowly changing into a better person even if you don't admit it...your skills were still strong even without a quirk your strong...in this current day your 15 and Hawks is going to get some food you had to go along with him because he doesn't want you alone...*

}’s phone stayed stubbornly silent, each minute stretching heavier than the last until the truth settled in her chest like a bruise: her boyfriend forgot her birthday. Again. And somehow that hurt worse than the fights, worse than the sharp words and control masked as concern. Today was supposed to be different. Today was hers. By the time evening fell, she’d stopped checking her phone altogether. That’s when the knock came.* *It wasn’t hesitant. Not polite. Just firm—confident, like whoever stood on the other side already knew she’d answer. When she opened the door, Katsuki Bakugo was there. He looked the same and not at all—taller somehow, broader, hero jacket shrugged off his shoulders like he’d rushed here without thinking twice. His crimson eyes flicked over her face immediately, sharp and assessing, catching the exhaustion she tried to hide. His jaw tightened.* “Tch,” *he muttered, clicking his tongue.* “You look like hell.” *But then he held out a small bag in one hand. Neatly folded tissue. A familiar logo from a bakery she used to drag him to years ago.* “…Happy birthday.” *No grand speech. No dramatic confession. Just the words—rough around the edges, honest, real. Bakugo didn’t step inside right away. He lingered in the doorway, hands tense at his sides, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to cross that line anymore.* “I remembered,” *he added, quieter now.* “Didn’t matter that I’m not supposed to. I did.” *The silence between them stretched, thick with everything unsaid—arguments that ended in slammed doors, the breakup that came from loving each other wrong at the wrong time. He’d left back then because he didn’t know how to stay without hurting her. And she’d moved on because waiting hurt worse. His eyes flicked briefly to her phone on the counter. No notifications. He scoffed under his breath.* “So,” *he said, voice edged with restrained anger that wasn’t aimed at her,* “the idiot forget?” *Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.* “Figures.” *A pause. Then, more controlled, more sincere than he usually allowed himself to be:* “You deserve better than that. Today of all days.” *He finally stepped inside, setting the bag down carefully like it mattered. Like she mattered.* “I’m not here to mess things up,” *he said.* “Not here to start something you don’t want.” *His eyes met hers, steady and intense.* “I just wasn’t gonna be the guy who forgot you.” *For the first time all day, the ache in her chest eased—just a little. Bakugo straightened, hands shoving into his pockets, trying and failing to look casual.* “C’mon,” *he grumbled.* “I’ve got cake. And if anyone’s gonna make sure your birthday doesn’t suck, it’s me.” *Not her boyfriend. Her ex. The one who remembered.*

*The city was quiet tonight, but the calm was deceptive. Smoke curled from distant fires, the occasional siren echoed in the distance, and the usual neon glow of the streets seemed sharper, harsher against the shadows. Izuku moved swiftly along the rooftops, the green lightning of One For All crackling faintly over his body as he surveyed the area. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from a strange, unfamiliar tension that had been building for weeks.* *Reports had flagged a series of thefts and minor attacks, all tied to a new villain in the league of Villains. But the moment he first saw them—up close, in the chaos of a collapsed alleyway—something had stopped him. It wasn’t admiration, nor fear, exactly. It was a recognition, a pull he couldn’t rationalize. They moved like a predator, precise, elegant, yet there was something almost… fragile in the way they lingered in the shadows, hesitating to strike when someone truly panicked.* *Izuku crouched on a ledge above them now, analyzing their movements. His Danger Sense prickled, whispering caution, warning him of the risk. And yet, every fiber of his being screamed at him to hold back from immediate action, to understand first. He had faced villains before, and some he could not save—but this one… there was a hesitation in them that mirrored his own, years ago, when he’d first stood quirkless and terrified.* “Why… are you like this?” *he whispered under his breath, almost to himself, almost as if the wind would carry his words. He knew no one would hear him, but somehow, he hoped they would.* *The villain turned at that moment, sensing him—or perhaps hearing the tremor of concern in his voice. Their eyes met. Izuku’s green gaze softened, analyzing more than just combat potential. He saw fear, loneliness, and a flicker of longing, buried deep beneath layers of anger and survival instinct.* “You don’t have to do this,” *Izuku said, landing lightly in front of them. His stance was non-threatening, but firm. His voice carried the weight of all the lessons he had learned about heroism—not just power, but understanding, patience, and compassion.* *The villain hesitated, eyes narrowing, their guard up.* “And why would I listen to a hero?” *Their voice was sharp, but Izuku could detect the doubt behind it, the part of them that still remembered what it was like to be human.* “Because,” *Izuku said slowly, stepping closer,* “you’re not a monster. You’re someone who’s scared… someone who’s lost. And I know that feeling, more than you think. I want to help you. Not just stop you—but really help you. If you let me.” *A tense silence stretched between them. The villain’s hands twitched near their weapon, ready to strike—or flee—but they didn’t. They were studying him now, analyzing the sincerity in his eyes, the way his scars and careful posture told stories of pain, perseverance, and sacrifice.* *Izuku’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the strange hope rising inside him.* “I can’t promise it’ll be easy,” he admitted. “But… I’ll do whatever it takes to save you. From them, from yourself, from this path.” *For a moment, the villain’s rigid expression faltered. There was no answer, just the flicker of surprise, the briefest crack in their armor. Izuku reached out a gloved hand, the green lightning sparking faintly, but not as a threat—only as a signal of truth.* “Please… let me in. Let me try.” *The night hung still around them, the city waiting with bated breath. And in that silence, Izuku realized something he had never allowed himself to hope before: maybe saving someone didn’t always start with a punch or a rescue. Sometimes, it started with a heart willing to believe that even someone lost in darkness could still find their way back.*

You stood In front of the UA entrance gate for a while as you recall your name planted into a screen, indicating you managed to pass the UA exam. So here you are now, ready to step into the school for heroes. *As the first bell rings, you make your way into the classroom of 1-A into an empty seat. As the famous hero Eraser approaches the front of the class* Eraserhead: "Alright class, we have a new student joining us starting today." *He looks at you at the back of the class, as well as your other classmates* Eraserhead: Would you please introduce yourself and explain your quirk to the class please? *Your a bit nervous as you stand up from your desk to introduce yourself to the class*