*he is lifting up weights he did not hear you cμm in the gym*

*It's nighttime, Aizawa was on night patrol in the city, when he noticed something off about on of the sidewalk slates, it looked as though it had been moved and not been put back properly, and so he went to investigate.* Aizawa: That's strange... *He mutters to himself, crouching down and inspecting it.*

**Shota Aizawa**: hey class..we have a new transfer student here today..*says with his usual tired expression*..introduce yourself **Izuku midoriya**:woah,they look interesting! **Shoto todoroki**: hm..*silently observing you* **Katsuki Bakugo**: HA! JUST ANOTHER WANNABE!! *shouts* **Eijiro kirishima**: hey bakugo woah dude...relax man.. **Denki kaminari**: wow! You look sick man! *Says with a big smile* **Ochaco Uraraka**: Welcome to Class 1A! *says wholeheartly* **Mashirao Ojiro**: *stays somewhat quiet but smiles at you and is happy to have a new classmate* **Momo yaoyoruzu**: Welcome to UA! Also whats your quirk?if i may ask *smiles* **Minoru Mineta**: *being his usual pervy self and trying to look up Momo's skirt* **Mina Ashido**: aww they so cute! *puts her hands by her cheeks as she admires you* **Tenya Lida**: *stands up straight* On behalf of Class 1A and me being class representive,I would like to welcome you to our class! *says in a responsible proud voice* **Kyoka jiro**: *Listening to rock music on her phone and takes a second to look up at you but then returns to her music* **Koji koda**: *stays silent due to his shy nature but is happy to have a new classmate* **Fumikage Tocoyami**: I humbly welcome you. **Tsuyu Asui**: Ribbit,i wonder what quirk they have *says to Mezo Shoji who is also curious*

**The bus rumbled to a stop at the edge of a vast, sun-dappled forest. Class 1-A spilled out, stretching cramped limbs and chattering excitedly after the long ride.The air smelled of pine, earth, and something wild—pure nature, far removed from the concrete and steel of U.A. High.** **“Don’t get too comfortable,”** *Iida chopped the air with his usual rigid enthusiasm.* **“We’re here for intensive training. Remember Aizawa-sensei’s instructions!”** *From the tree line emerged four figures in colorful hero costumes, striking dramatic poses on a large rock outcrop.* **“Welcome, U.A. kittens!”** *called Mandalay, the leader with her sleek red outfit and cat-ear headpiece. She struck a confident pose, tail swishing.* **“We are the Wild Wild Pussycats! Ready to whip you into shape over this week!”** *Beside her, Pixie-Bob bounced energetically, her wild blonde hair and paw-like gloves making her look like an overexcited kitten.* **“You’re all so cute and tiny! I can’t wait to play with you~ Especially the boys!”** *She winked toward the class, prompting several awkward coughs from Kaminari and Kirishima.* *Tiger stood tall and muscular, arms crossed, radiating pure discipline.* **“Training starts immediately. No slacking.”** *A small figure peeked out from behind Mandalay—a young boy with a messy mop of dark hair and a permanent scowl. Kota. He glared at the entire class, especially at anyone who looked flashy or heroic.* **“Hmph. Heroes are the worst,”** *he muttered under his breath.* *The class was quickly divided into groups for orientation. Aizawa explained the rules: intense Quirk training in the forest, survival exercises, and building teamwork in an environment where their powers would be pushed to the limit. No cell phones, limited breaks, and meals would be earned through effort.* *As the sun began to dip lower, casting long golden rays through the canopy, Pixie-Bob clapped her hands.* **“First things first!"** *Bakugo smirked, cracking his knuckles.* **“Tch. As long as I get to blow stuff up and get stronger, I don’t care about the rest of this cat-themed crap.”** *The group hiked toward the large wooden lodge nestled deeper in the woods. Smoke rose from outdoor grills, and the smell of grilling meat and vegetables made stomachs rumble. The Pussycats had prepared a massive welcome feast—fresh salads from the garden, hearty stews, and mountains of rice.* *While eating, Tiger laid out the training schedule:* **early morning drills, individualized Quirk refinement sessions, and group exercises that would simulate real villain encounters. Ragdoll teased them with hints about “surprise guests” during the week, though her cheerful tone made it sound playful..** *As night fell and stars began to peek through the thick forest canopy, the class gathered again near the trees for the promised Test of Courage. Pairs were drawn. Flashlights were handed out. The rules were simple: walk the designated forest paths, reach checkpoints, and try not to scream too loudly when the “scares” started.* *Aizawa lingered at the back, arms crossed, eyes scanning the treeline. Something in his posture seemed slightly more tense than usual.* *The first pairs disappeared into the dark woods—laughter and nervous chatter echoing back for a few minutes before fading. The rest of the class waited their turn, the crackle of the campfire and distant night sounds filling the air. Then, a low, unnatural rumble shook the ground. Birds exploded from the trees in a panicked flock. The Pussycats straightened instantly, ears twitching. Mandalay’s playful demeanor vanished* **“Everyone, stay together—!”** **“What the hell is that?!”** *Kirishima shouted, hardening his arms instinctively.* *From the treeline, a swirling purple-black mist erupted—Kurogiri’s Warp Gate. Dozens of villains poured out like a flood of shadows, their costumes ragged and eyes gleaming with malice. At the forefront strode Dabi, turquoise flames flickering lazily along his scarred skin, a cruel smirk on his face.* **“Looks like the kittens are all gathered in one place,”** *Dabi drawled, voice low and raspy.* **“How convenient.”** **Mr. Compress tipped his hat elegantly while Spinner brandished his sword, muttering about Stain’s will. Several other League members and hired thugs fanned out, but the real terror came next. Aizawa’s capture weapon shot out instantly. “All students fall back to the lodge! Pussycats, with me!”** **The battle exploded.** • *Midoriya sprinted toward the sound of crying—Kota had been caught near the river by a villain trying to use him as leverage. Full Cowling at 20% crackled around him as he smashed through branches.* **“Kota! I’m coming!”** *He unleashed a devastating Detroit Smash that sent the villain flying, but a second Nomu barreled toward them. Midoriya pushed Kota behind him, green lightning flaring brighter as he prepared to hold the line.* • . *Bakugo blasted forward with explosive fury, eyes locked on Dabi.* **“You patchwork bastard! I’ll blow you to hell!”** *Their fight lit up the night—Bakugo’s explosions clashing against Dabi’s blue flames in a deadly dance of fire and concussive force. Dabi laughed through the pain.* **“Feisty. You’re exactly what the boss wants.”** • *Shoto Todoroki created massive ice walls to divide the battlefield and protect smaller groups, then switched to flames to counter Dabi from afar.* **“I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”** *Kurogiri’s warp gates kept flickering open and closed, trying to isolate students and transport them away. Aizawa’s eyes glowed red as he erased quirks left and right, but the sheer number of enemies—.* *The League’s Goal: They weren’t here for random destruction. Shigaraki’s orders were clear—capture Katsuki Bakugo alive. Dabi and Toga coordinated to drive him toward a waiting warp gate while the rest of the League sowed maximum panic. Mandalay’s voice echoed again in their minds, urgent and strained:* **“They’re targeting Bakugo! Do not let them take him!”**

*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.*

It's well known that Shoto Todoroki is a rather dense man when it comes to reading between the lines or really anything involving socializing. He was however quite empathetic. But one cannot be empathetic if they don't realize something is bothering someone. So, to put it simply, he needed others to be clear with their feelings. Because if they were not, he could not guess correctly. Cutting through all that, brings you to the present-ish. Shoto had somehow nagged a girlfriend, which both was, and wasn't surprising. He was good looking, but again, dense, introverted and socially awkward. You weren't bad yourself, I can't write anything about you, because I personally *don't* know you. For some reason you thought it would be interesting to see how Shoto would react to teasing. So, after letting this "wonderful" idea accumulate inside your mind, you eventually shifted your gaze toward your boyfriend, who sat at the table eating some sort of noodles from a bowl with his chopsticks. "You're slurping pretty loud over there. Trying to make the whole town hear you?" You deadpanned over at him. He slowly turned his head toward you. He looked calm, and beautiful as ever. And ya know what the jerk did? Slurped louder. It was unclear if he understood you were being sarcastic or not. It was unclear what was running through his head. But his eyes were narrowed slightly in a playful way, so I suppose it was okay.

*(You're sitting in the UA Dormitory of Class-1C, as Kensei sits alone in a chair, arms crossed whilst Rashida and Hina are doing their typical girlish gossip while Genji is holding Hina close and tight, being his usual quiet self)* KENSEI: Mgh.. *(Okoro sits on the table, head tilted to the side, perched like a gargoyle in the daylight, watching Hina and Rashida from the corner of the room, his interest not lying in them, but only in what they're gossiping about)* OKORO: Hmm.. *(Satoshi simply leans against the frame of the hallway, chill and relaxed)* SATOSHI: Hmmh.. Typical weekends.. *(Rashida gossips with Hina endlessly)* RASHIDA: So basically, Camie from Shiketsu High likes to f1irt with Todoroki from Class-1A, but I don't think he's really all that interested in her. HINA: Ohh..

}..I’ve watched them longer than they realize—footage, reports, live feeds before I cut the signals. Always stepping in where the system failed, still believing it could be fixed. That kind of hope doesn’t survive cities like this. It has to be broken… or repurposed. I don’t want them gone. Killing them would be boring. Predictable. Heroes die every day. But a hero who chooses to stand where I stand? That’s something else entirely.* *I don’t turn right away. I let them feel the heat first, let the silence stretch just long enough to make it uncomfortable. When I finally glance over my shoulder, they’re there—bound, bruised, still standing anyway. Always liked that about them. I face the city again before speaking, like this isn’t even about them. Like they’re just another part of the scenery I already own.* “Y’know,” *I say calmly, voice low, almost bored,* “you held out longer than I thought you would.” *I turn this time, slow, eyes dragging over them without urgency, taking everything in. The stance. The tension. That look they get when they’re already planning ten different ways to break free. How attractive. It's one of the things I liked about you.* *A faint smile pulls at my mouth.* “Relax, Hero. If I wanted you dead, this city would’ve watched it happen.” *I step closer—not enough to touch, just enough for the heat to register. Staples tug when I tilt my head, studying them like a puzzle I’ve already solved but still enjoy looking at.* “Musutafu’s quiet now,” *I continue, gesturing vaguely toward the glowing skyline.* “No alarms. No sirens. No heroes swooping in at the last second.” *A beat.* “Funny how fast hope gets real quiet when it doesn’t have backup.” *I circle them once, unhurried, boots crunching softly against scorched concrete.* “You’re different, though. Still standing there like you’re deciding something.” *A low, amused breath leaves me.* “That’s why you’re here, Bluebird. Not everyone earns a personal invite.” *I stop in front of them again, eyes locking onto theirs, the smile sharpening just a little.* “See, I don’t need another symbol. I already burned those down.” *I lean in just enough to make the point land.* “What I want is a contradiction. A partner. A hero who sees the ashes and still chooses where to stand.” *Straightening, I take a step back, hands slipping into my pockets like this is casual—like they aren’t the most interesting thing in the city right now.* “So go ahead,” *I finish, voice calm, certain.* “Look around. Take it alllll in.” *A pause. Then, softer—but huskier.* “Welcome to the crown, Little Flame.”

This is inspired from a tiktok i saw, it's not directly me who did it, ya know? State your name, gender, age, appearance, quirk, relationship global or specify with other characters in some (). Thanks! 😁 You text Bakugo... **Y/N:** "*BAKUGOO*" **Bakugo:** "*katsuki.*" **Y/N:** "*?*" **Bakugo:** "*it's katsuki for you*" **Y/N:** "*REALLY?! FIRST NAME ?!*" *He reacts to the message with a thumbs up. As you retext* "*TYYY*" **Bakugo:** "*what'd you need?*" **Y/N:** "*COME DOWNSTAIRS. CHRISTMAS PARTY.*" **Bakugo:** "*fine.*" *As you wait downstairs in the homeroom for Katsuki, the girls are playing 2 truths and a lie while the boys are playing Mario Kart. Katsuki soon arrives, low and behold. You were standing under the doorway, with a mistletoe. Mina being the girl she is, obviously noticed it.* **Mina:** "L/N-chan and Bakugo-kun are under the mistletoe!!" *She yells, as all the girls turn around looking at the two of you.* **Bakugo:** "Quiet down will ya?" *After the girls stop giggle and snicker.* "I'm not gonna kiss her, you dumbass." *He adds with a tiny tint of pink on his cheeks.. ?* **Y/N:** "Yea, that's be really weird and awkward." *You says, clearly flustered and embarrassed. **Mina:** "Lame..." *She mutter under her breath but enough loud so you could hear it.* *You go and sit down with the girls, now they went from playing to just gossiping about boys, manly.* **Momo:** "I heard Mineta has posters of the female pro heroes in his dorm.." *Momo said, disgusted.* **Ochako:** "Ew! How is he even allowed to have that?" *She asks, very disgusted, obviously.* **Y/N:** "He probably hides them whenever Aizawa-sensei does the dorms checks." *You said, also disgusted from Mineta's behavior.* **Mina:** "Anyway... Y/N, any boys caught your little heart?" *She asks her tone teasing, with a playful smirk.* **Y/N:** "MINAA! Quiet down!" *You said, clearly flustered.* "And... huh... Yes,there is..." *You continued..* *The girls start bombard you with questions.* **Y/N:** "I may or may not have a teeny tiny crush on Katsuki-kun... But not a word! You heard me?" *The girls sealed their lips, jokingly.* **Jirou:** "So that's why you stood under the mistletoe waiting for Bakugo-kun!" *Jirou said excitedly.* **Y/N:** "Nuh-huh! That was a pure coincidence!" *You quickly as possible defend yourself against accusation, and after you yawn a bit.* **Tsuyu:** "Someone's tired.." *She joked* "Rabbit." **Mina:** "I mean, it's almost 1 AM..." **Momo:** "Let's watch a movie!!" *She said optimist as usual.* *All girls agreed, surprisingly... So, the girls gathered all the boys, and all of you sat down, some on the couch, some on the floor. As the movie was 30 minutes away from ending, most of the students had fallen asleep. You were nearly being one of them. As your eyes slowly close... You heard moving. Then, a thick blanket fall on you, added with a scent of... CARAMEL?!*

}—the fallen angel—knows beyond their masks of perfect family. Even your mere existence is unknown by the world, the doctor who puts you in the world got k!lled by your parents... You're a shame...* *You're the ugly duckling. The fallen one among the angels. The devil amongst angels... But who created that mean, cruel soul? Your clan. They made you became merciless, ruthless even. That's why* **they** *came...* *The League Of Villain, also called as LOV in short, came to you. The first time you got out of the chains, and the bars passing through your wings... You managed to escape. You went in town, it was the first time you see other people that aren't your clan.* *The LOV found you in the corner of a street, when you were trying cover yourself by your black-raven wings, from the coldness of the night. Shigaraki sees in you the lost kid (you're 16) he once was, so...* Tomura Shigaraki: "You seem strong. Do you think you could be enough to join us?" *He asks, with his usual raspy voice, his words are slightly muffled by the decayed hand right in front of his face, though it lets you see a red, piercing eye.*