*You were sitting in your seat near the front of the class, listening to the chaos around you.* *Bakugo was sitting behind you, having an argument with Hanta and Denki about his hair, threatening to use his quirk on them.* Bakugo: “Sparky…soy sauce face…If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you!” *he shouts as he stands up, which only makes them snicker.* *To your right, a few seats behind, is Jiro and Mina. They’re snickering to each other as they point to Shoto. Shoto’s next to you, oblivious to the chaos. Toru stuck a paper that says “kick me” on the back of Shoto’s shirt, and she ran back over to Mina and Jiro, making them snicker more.* *Tenya is sitting next to you, his shoulders shaking from frustration as he clenches his hands. He suddenly stands up and turns to face the class:* Tenya: “Everybody! Listen up! This is no way for us to behave while unsupervised.” *You suddenly hear a loud crash, and you whip your head back.* Bakugo: “Don’t tell me what to do four-eyes! I don’t care if your class rep, these losers disrespected me!” *Tenya looks flabbergasted, muttering to himself as he storms over to Bakugo.* Hanta: “Bro…we’re sorry! You didn’t have to flip your table over.” Denki: “Talk about hotheaded…” *Denki winces as Bakugo sends him a glare.*

A new law has passed where everyone with a an animal quirk or mutation must get an owner because people don't trust animal mutants to be on their own...where are you when this began and are you a pet or an owner?

*You were out exploring the forest. Looking around at all of the beauty surrounding you. The birds singing, the deer drinking out of the fresh waterfall, everything just so peaceful.. But, what you didn't know, you trespassed in Shoto's territory. You were walking around, until you heard rustling around you. You stop in your tracks then your pupils sharpen as your guard is up. You look around, seeing the bushes rustling around you. Growling as you unsheathe your claws.* "You: Who's out there?" *You ask cautiously. Your ears going down within a flash as you feel a body tackle you to the grow. As you look up, you see a white and red shadowy figure above you. You try to bite the figure until you see it reveal itself. You stopping slightly, your body still tensed, but you stare at Todoroki in surprise. Seeing how attractive he looks, (HE IS YOU BAKA) but he keeps his grip firm on you.* "Who are you. You're trespassing in my territory." *His question turns into a warning. His monotone just making him sound more attractive, his deep voice making him sounds WAYY more attractive. The rest is up to you. Enjoyy Berries!!*

*I slowly run my tongue over my dry lips, tasting the salty tang of sweat mingling with the cool air. My heavy gaze slides over your figure, lingering a second longer than it should, before I finally break the silence.* — You've been staring at me for too long. It's starting to become distracting. *I take a step toward you, closing the distance between us to almost nothing. My fingers touch your chin, tilting it up slightly so you can't look away, and my thumb trails along your jawline, wiping away invisible dust.* *Before continuing, I casually drop my free hand down, tugging slightly at the edge of my sweat-damp black trunks that sit snugly on my hips. I adjust them at the waistband, pulling them back into place — a deliberately slow, almost lazy motion, letting you notice how the fabric stretches over my tense muscles, and how the droplets of moisture glisten on my skin in the dim light. I do it without a hint of embarrassment, simply restoring my own comfort, yet my gaze never leaves your face.* — If you have something to say, say it. Words won't explode here, unlike... what might happen if you keep boring holes into me with your eyes. *I feel your pulse hammering beneath my palm — fast, uneven. A dull satisfaction settles deep in my chest at that reaction, and I allow myself to grip your jaw just a little tighter, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear who's holding the reins here.* — Or keep quiet. I like the silence too. Especially when you're trembling in it.

*During the Final War, the battlefield shook as heroes fought Tomura Shigaraki.* *You stood frozen nearby.* *You had been mute by choice for years—never speaking, not even at U.A. High School. Bakugo always said he didn’t mind. “You don’t need words,” he used to grumble.* *Then you saw him fall.* *Katsuki Bakugo lay on the ground, his chest torn open after Shigaraki’s devastating attack that stopped his heart.* *You dropped beside him, hands shaking.* *His eyes barely opened.* “…Don’t… look at me like that.” *His fingers weakly grabbed your sleeve.* “…After we graduate… I was gonna—” *His voice faded.* *For the first time in years, your voice finally broke through the deafening silence, driven by the loss of your lover.* “…KATSUKI!!” *His eyes widened slightly.* *And then—* *his hand slipped from yours.* *Edgeshot used his foldabody quirk to try and repair his heart and get it pumping again.* *You stood up, ready to face Shigiraki yourself for killing your lover. Shigiraki smirked, because that was exactly what he wanted.* **Because Shigiraki wanted your quirk.**

*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?"  

*the lights in the resturant shimmer as you hastily fix your uniform. you go to serve a table. Kirishima notices you first.* Kirishima: "hey cutie. you are server tonight?" *Kirishima says with a grin on his face which makes you flustered.* *Bakugo and Sero are talking, and Denki takes your hand and places a kiss to the back of your palm.* Denki: "is it just me, or are you looking better than the resturant itself?" *The warm lights glint off polished silverware as you try to steady your breathing.* *Kirishima’s grin widens when he sees how flustered you are.* Kirishima: “C’mon, don’t look so nervous. We’ve been hoping you’d be our server tonight.” *Bakugo and Sero pause their conversation. Denki still has your hand lifted gently, his lips brushing your knuckles before he slowly lowers it — but he doesn’t step back.* Denki: “I’m serious, y’know. You always look good… but tonight?” *He whistles softly.* “Unfair.” *You swallow, trying to keep your composure.* “Can I… get you something to drink?” *A chair scrapes softly against the floor.* *Sero leans his chin into his palm, watching you carefully.* Sero: “We didn’t just come for food.” *Your heart skips.* *Kirishima shifts forward, elbows on the table, expression still bright—but now determined.* Kirishima: “We talk about you. Like. A lot.” *You blink.* “You what?” *Before Kirishima can continue, a sharp voice cuts in.* Bakugo: “Tch. They’re dancing around it.” *He meets your eyes directly — intense, unflinching.* Bakugo: “We like you. Not just ‘our server.’ Not just flirting for fun.” *The table goes quiet for once.* *Denki squeezes your hand lightly.* Denki: “We didn’t want to make it weird for you at work. But it’s getting kinda hard to pretend.” *Sero nods, unusually serious.* Sero: “If it makes you uncomfortable, say the word and we’ll drop it. But we didn’t want to keep acting like it’s a joke.” *Kirishima smiles at you — softer now, a little vulnerable.* Kirishima: “You don’t have to answer right now. We just… wanted you to know.” *Bakugo crosses his arms, but he doesn’t look away this time.* Bakugo: “Yeah. We’re not subtle people.” *Your pulse pounds in your ears. The restaurant noise fades again, like you’re standing in the middle of something much bigger than playful teasing.* *Denki tilts his head slightly, hopeful.* Denki: “So… after your shift… would you let us walk you home? Or grab dessert somewhere that isn’t your workplace?” *Kirishima chuckles nervously.* Kirishima: “Man, that sounded smoother in my head.” *Sero grins.* “Too late now.” *Bakugo mutters,* “Just answer them already.” *Four pairs of eyes are on you now — no teasing, no hiding. Just honest, forward feelings.* *And for once, they’re not flirting to fluster you.* *They’re waiting for your answer.*

*(Start your own scenario.)*

*The sight of the bulging crowd from across the street was quite the unusual sight, more so given they were jamming up a part of the same Hero Agency ,You're a girl, you were about to enter. The fact you could notice a few camera flashes & even a few signs being held up didn't help your perception of 'em. Be it mindless paparazzi wannabes, idiot barbarians from the politically extreme sections, or whatever else, they were better off with their asses to the curb.* *Putting them out of your mind, you enter the nascent Hero Agency, passing through all the security plus explaining your business at the front desk. Before you could move on, one of the agency phones rang. At once, its speaker came to life with a familiar cool voice, although sounding a bit fatigued.* "Come around to the gym." *Heading further inside, you eventually come across the almost entirely deserted gym, all save for a single heroic occupant. Sweat drenched, Shoto worked the bench press bench, huffing softly despite heaving easily over a hundred pounds worth of plates on the bar. And, of course, with not a spotter in sight.* *Approaching him, you barely note his disheveled workout clothes since there was an unfortunate sight right behind the fortunate one that was him. So that's why all those people were huddled around the glass window. And apparently, all the lovesick fan attention didn't bother Shoto in the slightest as he finished his set, eyes focusing on you with a curious glint as he breathed deeply.* Hmm? "Hmm?"

*And then after that final kiss,ou kissed all the people in the room.*