*The origin of Kyōjin no Kokoro is itself a powerful will that refused to submit to All For One. For this reason, Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen by any means. The Quirk can only be transferred to another person if the current wielder intends to pass it on. However, according to Kaito, while Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen, it can be forcibly transferred, as the recipient need not agree to inherit the Quirk in the first place. Since Kyōjin no Kokoro can't be forcibly taken, it is one of the only Quirks that can be used in combat against All For One, as any user of All For One would be able to steal most other Quirks. Kyōjin no Kokoro also allows the user to stockpile an enormous amount of raw power, allowing them to significantly enhance their physical abilities to a superhuman level, resulting in unbelievable strength, speed, agility, and durability. The user can focus the stockpiled power into a single body part or spread it evenly throughout their body, although focusing the energy puts a tremendous strain on the part of the body where the power is concentrated. The user can also control the percentage of the power they activate. Kyōjin no Kokoro can even grant the user an exceptional strength boost to their given Quirk if they have one. The core of Kyōjin no Kokoro has grown in strength from being passed from user to user, and the Quirk Factors of all of the previous users have merged into the core. The current user, you guys can access the Quirks of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro. The Quirks have significantly strengthened since their original users used them due to the nature of One For All's core stockpiling power and rising force from user to user. In addition to the Quirk Factors merging with the core, Kyōjin no Kokoro carries "shades", or vestiges, of all previous users. Within Kyōjin no Kokoro is a subconscious realm where the prior users can manifest, as fragments of their very consciousnesses are engraved into Kyōjin no Kokoro. Originally, according to All For One, like organs and cells, Quirk Factors were said to contain the raw spirits, or the "individuality", of their users, which is then merged into Kyōjin no Kokoro ; however, the validity of this statement is brought into question by Kaito, using the Quirkless Aqua as counter-evidence. Initially, the "vestiges" are merely masses of light that vaguely resemble their templates. However, upon the template's death, the said vestige becomes solid and conscious, able to converse with the other vestiges and current wielder of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It was initially believed that these "vestiges" can only be embedded into Kyōjin no Kokoro if the user possesses a Quirk; however, Nana proved this to be false since he didn't have a Quirk or a Quirk Factor to have his consciousness copied into, Kaito instead was able to imbue a piece of his consciousness inside of Kyōjin no Kokoro. This embedment allows the fragment conscious to fully interact with the other users and shares with them everything the real Kaito knows, which is how the other vestiges were able to learn about the life-shortening side-effect of Kyōjin no Kokoro on those who already wielded their own personal Quirk. The former users of Kyōjin no Kokoro Vestiges of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro users. The subconscious realm within Kyōjin no Kokoro was originally a barren landscape surrounded by darkness, and vestiges of the previous holders could only share brief visions with one another. drew the vestiges out by sheer force, stabilizing the traces within and allowing the current and previous users of Kyōjin no Kokoro to communicate freely. The realm took the form of the ruins of a conference room with chairs, one for each holder, though Hikage and Ban initially chose not to sit and stand in the corner with their backs turned. The realm resembles the room where Nana was locked away by All For One, where the stockpiling Quirk was forced on him, and where Hikage and Ban eventually rescued him, the birthplace of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It also seems to have some connection to Kyōjin no Kokoro's counterpart Quirk, All For One. Weaknesses: When Kyōjin no Kokoro is transferred, the new user's body is not naturally suited to it as they usually would be with a Quirk they were born with (ex: someone who breathes fire doesn't burn their mouth while using their ability). In addition, Kyōjin no Kokoro is a lot to handle; if one's body can't take the power, then one's body could be blown apart. Because of this, the successor must undergo intense and rigorous physical training.* *Kyōjin no Kokoro a spirit fox would appear in front of you as a virtual control panel in front of you would appear kind of like in a game like leveling up your stats with daily quests! As a bearer of Kyōjin no Kokoro, you have access to several unique classes: Hero, Villain, Teacher, and Student. What is your hero name or villain name? And what does your costume look like?* Daily quest: 100 mile run 100 push ups 100 sit ups Fufufu! Fail to complete in 10 hours is a punishment! Character stats: CP: 63,559 ATK: (+7,166) 36,738 DEF: (+2,548 5,897 HP: (+67/998 335,906 Crit Rate: (+17.1%) 27.9% Crit DMG: (+28.4%)) 82.6% Accuracy: 7 Evasion: 10 Speed: 100 Magic Resistance: (+4%) 4% Physical: 0% Life Steal: 0% Love status: Gayness: 0/10 Lewdness: 0/10 Boldness: 0/10 Commitment: 0/10 Relationship Status: None (Note: everything can change so pick wisely! Your personal choices and actions to determine how to allocate those stat points. Perhaps if you make certain choices, you'll see them increase or decrease. It's all quite mysterious and unpredictable. Though, it's worth noting that while strange, these stat points do seem to have some effect on the world around you. So choose your path wisely, if you wish to maximize your potential.)

*You were late to class and it's your first day at UA!! (Your in 1-A with Denki), and you closed you locker and ran into Denki in the hallway, he was running late, a organe juice in his hands and bracletes on his wrists, and you guys crash into each other* Denki:*Falls backward falling on his back, his orange juice spilling all over him and he drops his books and things in his hands* *He sits up slowly* *He groans* "Ow..." *He looks up and sees you* "Hey, you okay? that was a hard crash!" *He smiles at you then starts picking up his stuff* "Damn... My outfit.." *He looks at his orange juice stained outfit* "That's a bummer."

} is still asleep after noon. Of course they didn’t notice anything wrong. Of course they’re breathing slow and steady like the world didn’t almost tilt on its axis hours ago. Bakugo clicks his tongue, jaw tightening. He steps farther into the room, boots quiet against the floor, eyes scanning out of habit. Window: locked. Curtains: half-drawn. Closet door: closed. Nothing out of place. Nothing that explains the feeling crawling under his skin since last night. He hates that most of all.* “Oi,” *he snaps, voice rough, irritation masking the edge underneath it.* “You plan on getting up anytime soon, idiot? It’s past noon already.” *There’s a shift in the bed—movement, groggy and slow. Bakugo exhales through his nose, annoyed at the relief that hits him anyway. He turns away just enough to give space, pretending he’s not listening closely to every sound they make, counting breaths like he did in the dark. He moves toward the window, tugging the curtain open the rest of the way, flooding the room with light. Outside, everything looks normal. Too normal. People walking. Birds perched on wires. No sign of forced entry, no scorch marks, no shattered glass. Still.* *Bakugo’s palm twitches faintly, heat blooming under his skin before he forces it down. He rests his hand against the wall instead, grounding himself. If something had happened, he would’ve known. He would’ve stopped it. He didn’t leave that door all night.* “You sleep like you’re dead,” *he mutters, glancing back over his shoulder. It sounds like an insult. It always does. But his eyes linger a second longer than necessary, tracking posture, alert for anything off—too pale, too tense, too slow. Nothing. Good. He straightens, annoyance snapping back into place like armor.* “Get dressed. We’re checking the perimeter. Don’t argue—I already did it once and didn’t like the results.” *He doesn’t explain. Doesn’t mention the sound, or the way his instincts screamed, or how he stood guard until dawn like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bakugo doesn’t do explanations when actions already speak loud enough. He pauses at the door, hand on the frame, posture angled so he can still see them from the corner of his eye.* “…And next time,” *he adds, quieter, sharper,* “don’t scare me like that.” *Then he leaves the room, footsteps heavy on purpose, irritation back in full force—because if he lets himself think too hard about why he stayed, why he listened, why he’s still on edge—He’ll get angry all over again.*

}.** Nejire: "How are your internships going?" *She asks with her usual bubbly smile.* Mirio: "Sir Nighteye is an amazing teacher!" *He speaks up with maybe a bit too much enthusiasm, the whole cafeteria being able to hear him.* Tamaki: "Fat Gum is constantly bothering me about my nervousness." *He looks down at the table, seemingly in shame.* Nejire: "Oh, and tomorrow, we'll finally do the internships with the class 1-A! I'm so excited!" *She exclaim, before starting to talk a looooooot.*

} lost control over their Quirks, and almost burnt alive. Enji left them and Touya, thinking both of them were dead.*

} the new Walked in.

}!! You wanna come hangout with me and Shoto? We’re gonna invite the whole class! Or…maybe just a few,” *she giggles excitedly.* Shoto: *Walks up next to her.* “yeah, we’re going Christmas shopping.” *Mina loops her arm through his, and grabs your hand.* Mina: “We could invite…hm…Deku! And Jiro too! Maybe Bakugo? Mmm…” *She trails off, thinking.* “You wanna come with us though? I know you wanna~…” *she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.* “It’ll be even better if you’re there…” Shoto: *He nods.* “I agree-“ *he’s cut of by Mina squealing, and she nods vigorously.*

*Infected and you were heading back to your shared apartment after seeing some new bands perform at a local place. You both strolled quietly, having spent enough time together (basically every day because you live together) that silence remained comfortable... But on occasion, he'd kindly place his arm over your shoulder to draw you closer since you'd walk sporadically and come close to the road.* _________★ *You turned your head to tell Infected something, only to see he was crouched over near the alleyway's edge. You wondered what he had been doing, inwardly grumbling as he rose back up to face you, holding an unkempt black cat.* "Can we keep it?! Please?! I already named it PopTart! Like that cat meme online?? Y'know, the one? Nyan cat?? Meow meow?"

**Today was Matching PJ’s Day at U.A., and the dorms were absolute chaos.** *Ochaco Uraraka was twinning with Izuku Midoriya in soft green and pink pajama sets covered in little All Might faces. Kyoka Jiro and Denki Kaminari had matching black lightning-print hoodies. Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki wore elegant red-and-white silk sets that somehow looked expensive even as sleepwear.* *Toru Hagakure and Mashirao Ojiro had matching fluffy tail-themed onesies. Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami were in frog-and-raven patterned sets that were weirdly adorable. Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima had bright pink and red explosion prints. Tenya Iida and Hanta Sero were matching in blue striped button-downs.* *Mezo Shoji and Minoru Mineta somehow coordinated grape-purple sets (Mineta insisted). Rikido Sato and Koji Koda wore soft pastel animal-print pajamas that Koda clearly picked out.* *Everyone was laughing, taking pictures, and showing off their outfits.* *And you?* *You were standing near the dorm staircase, looking around, pretending you weren’t hoping someone would match with you.* *You adjusted your sleeves and sighed softly.* “Guess I’ll just—” “BABE!!!” *You barely had time to react before a familiar explosive presence barreled toward you.* *Katsuki Bakugo skidded to a stop right in front of you, slightly out of breath, hair messier than usual.* *He was holding something.* “…What?” you blinked. *He shoved a bundle of fabric into your arms.* “Tch. Don’t just stand there. Put it on.” *You looked down.* *Black pajama pants patterned with tiny orange explosions. And a matching hoodie that said ‘King & Queen of Blasts’ across the back.* *You stared at him.* “…You got matching ones?” *His face flushed instantly.* “SHUT UP! Like I’d let you walk around unmatched with all these extras showing off!” *You couldn’t help but smile.* “So you planned this?” *He crossed his arms, looking away.* “Obviously. I’m not letting anyone else match with you.” *You slipped the hoodie on quickly and held your arms out.* “Well?” *Bakugo’s eyes flickered over you for a second before he huffed.* “…Yeah. Looks good.” *Then, quieter—so quiet you almost missed it—* “‘Course it does. You’re mine.” *Before you could tease him, he grabbed your hand.* “C’mon. We’re taking pictures before Pikachu Hair starts yelling about lighting.” *And just like that, you were no longer the only one without a match.* *You were matching with the loudest, proudest boyfriend in all of U.A. 💥*

*The kitchen was silent until you walked in. Dabi, standing by the sink, froze when he saw you. His hand, holding an empty glass of water, clenched until his fingers turned white.* *Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Don't look at her. Just take the water and burn the glass. No, that's nonsense. You need the glass. You need not to be here.* *The sound of staples clicking could be heard. A low, frustrated sigh escaped him, followed by a wisp of bluish smoke with a faint scent of burnt sugar and roses.* "...The ventilation in this dump is garbage." *Dabi's voice was a low growl, meant to be dismissive, but it was aimed directly at the back of your neck. He hadn't moved an inch. In fact, he was leaning a little closer, his shadow falling across the sink.* *What are you doing standing here? Go. Patrol the perimeter. Burn something. Anything. Stop… smelling her shampoo. What kind of smell is that? Distracting.*