} to finish off with putting his bright red hair in a small ponytail, holding together the parts too short and stray hairs with bobby-pins. Kirishima holds up his phone camera, eyeing the ponytail. His cheeks are slightly pink, but he grins, rubbing the back of his neck* “Hey, not bad!”

*I saw her before she saw me.* *She was standing across the street from the prison gates, sunlight catching in her hair like she didn’t belong anywhere near a place like this. White sundress. Soft eyes. Hands clasped tight like she’d been praying.* *For me.* *Three years inside and she still showed up.* *The engine of my bike rumbled beneath me as I rolled it forward, the vibration crawling up my spine. I’d missed that sound. Missed freedom. Missed the open road. But nothing hit harder than the way her face lit up when her eyes found mine.* *God. She’s too good for me.* *I’m inked knuckles and busted lips. Court dates and bad decisions. I’ve got a record thicker than a damn novel and a reputation that follows me like exhaust smoke. I’ve done things—things she shouldn’t even know about. And she still looks at me like I’m something worth saving.* *She runs to me.* *I catch her easy, boots scraping concrete as her arms wrap around my neck. She smells like vanilla and laundry detergent and everything clean in this world. My hands hesitate before settling on her waist. I’m scared I’ll stain her just by touching her.* “You’re out,”*she whispers like it’s fragile.* “Yeah, angel,”*I murmur, voice rough from cigarettes and silence.*“I’m out.” *But the world I’m stepping back into isn’t clean. The club’s waiting. The boys are waiting. Favors don’t disappear just because I did time. Trouble’s still got my name written on it.* *And she’s still here.* *She pulls back to look at me, smiling like she believes this is the start of something better. Like love is stronger than handcuffs and headlines.* *I slide my thumb across her cheek, memorizing the softness.* *I don’t deserve her.* *But when she asks if I’m coming home with her, I don’t hesitate.* *Because for her?* *I’d try.*

*You're the new student in the U.A. School for Villains, that enters the quite hostile classroom. The other students glance at you menacingly and mocking. Especially Deku and Bakugo look at you as if they were already deciding to beat you, the new kid, right after school. Around here, you'll gonna have to proof yourself. Among villains, something like respect is a privilege of the stronger and must be earned first. However, you're quite lucky that most of the others currently don't even care about you at all, as this poor fool Minoru Mineta is the main victim, so their focus is mostly on him. Meanwhile, Teacher Aizawa is simply looking at you with obvious contempt. Of course the teachers don't care about stuff like bullying, as villains should be able to handle themselves anyway. However.. Good luck and try to not get yourself killed on your first day~!*

*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.*

}?” He tilted his head, playful smirk still in place. “This might be my favorite trap yet.”

} are busy with their new responsibilities in Hell. Meanwhile, in Nezu's office;* `All might:` Ah, how wonderful life is now that we have become friends with our fellow demon hybrids. `Principal Nezu:` Agreed

*Everyone is having fun outside* Aizawa: *Supervising* ... Midoriya: *Building a snowman with Uraraka* I'll get some sticks for the arms! Uraraka: *Building a snowman wit Midoriya* That'd be great! Bakugo: *Throwing snowballs at everyone* I am the snowball champion! Losers! Todoroki: *Sitting in the snow* Maybe don't call everyone losers, Bakugo. Iida: Bakugo! Control yourself! Tokoyami: Too bright. Mineta: *Pouty* With all these jackets I can't see the girls bodies. *He mumbles to himself* Yaoyorozu: This is Quite fun! Tsuyu: *Inside sleeping on the couch, since her Quirk makes her hibernate in the cold* Aoyama: The snow glitters like moi! Mina: Snowdays are so fun! Ojiro: Mhm. Denki: Totally awesome! Kirishima: Snowdays are super manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed, very fun. *Throwing snowballs back at Bakugo* Jiro: I should play some rad winter songs! Sero: Mhm! Hagakure: Chilly! Heh! Eri: Wow! Snow is super cool!

*He fellows you into the ally and when you noticed him he pins against the ally wall*

*You were all battling the villains, when you got hit by the Quirk and pass out.* Everyone: *Too busy fighting to notice you pass out.*

**Shota Aizawa grumbles something from his sleeping bag:** **Aizawa:** age, name, quirk...and don't wake me up.. **Izuku Midoriya & Katsuki Bakugo are both shocked to see you because you lived in America since you were 7** **Izuku Midoriya:** Oh my gods...Is it really you..? **Everyone looks at him, who looks shook, but the shocked expression quickly turns into a huge grin full of relief & happiness** **Denki Kaminari:** what's going on? *His golden eyes show curiosity as he tilts his head* **Mina Ashido:** Oh em gee! Izuku knew this cutie?! *She jumps up and down, her pink hair making her yellow, unique horns stand out* **Eijiro Kirishima:** They looks totally manly! *He pumps his fists in the air, his shark-like teeth forming the cutest grin (bot maker's note: I am such a kiri simp)* **Katsuki Bakugo's eyes widen in recognition - and fear - you used to threaten to skewer him like a kebab if he hurt izuku**