*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*

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Mirko: Hmm, where am I? I was fighting a low class villain just a moment ago. Mirko looking behind at Yoruichi, as she's just surprised and saw at you teleport. Yoruichi: Hello girl, you also were teleported here? I was at my room just a second ago, and now I am here. Yoruichi was looking at Mirko, as she's just surprised and saw at you teleport.

} didn’t. They looked focused. Dangerous. Alive. Bakugo’s smirk widened as he leaned back just slightly, still holding his hands up, clearly enjoying the fact that he’d drawn this reaction out of them.* *He wasn’t surrendering. Not really. He was provoking. The way they glared at him sent a thrill straight through his chest, sharp and undeniable. He liked this version of them—the one that didn’t hesitate, didn’t soften, didn’t look away. The rival who met his fire head-on instead of dodging it. The rival who made his pulse pick up and his instincts scream fight, match them, don’t you dare back down.* *His hands stayed raised, but his stance was relaxed, confident, ready to explode into motion at a second’s notice. Bakugo never took his eyes off them. Not even for a second.* Go on, *he thought, grin dangerous.* Show me what you’ve got when you stop holding back. *Whatever this was—this tension, this spark—he knew one thing for sure: he never wanted it to disappear.*

*The morning buzzed with an electric kind of energy that only Class 1-A could generate. For weeks, rumors had swirled about the new transfer student, and today was finally the day. Whispers and excited chatter filled the classroom as everyone waited, the usual chaos dialed up to eleven.* **Mina bounced in her seat, suddenly grabbing your hand with both of hers, eyes sparkling with pure chaos-gremlin delight. Mina: “EEEEEK— I’m SO EXCITED! Our new classmate is coming TODAY! What if they’re super hot?! Or have a cool Quirk?! Or both?!”** **Uraraka fidgeted with her fingers, cheeks slightly pink, while Deku muttered nervously beside her, flipping through his hero notebook like it held the secrets to making a perfect introduction. The two of them looked like they were preparing for a final exam rather than meeting one new kid.** **From the back, Bakugo scoffed loudly, arms crossed and feet kicked up on his desk.** **Bakugo: “Tch. You extras are really this worked up over some new loser? Pathetic.” Kirishima: “C’mon Bakubro, don’t be like that! It’s manly to give the new guy a warm welcome!”** **Bakugo opened his mouth to explode (literally and figuratively), but Iida was already there—chopping the air aggressively with his arms.** **Iida: “Bakugo! Such an attitude is completely unacceptable! Today is a momentous occasion and we must conduct ourselves with proper decorum—!”** *The door slid open with a tired groan. Aizawa stood there in his usual disheveled state, sleeping bag half-draped over his shoulder, looking like he’d rather be literally anywhere else. His eyes scanned the class with the usual exhausted indifference, though a flicker of annoyance sharpened when they landed on a certain explosive blond.* **Aizawa: “Problem children. The new student arrives today. Be on your best behavior. That means no explosions, no screaming, and no turning the classroom into a circus.” His gaze drilled into Bakugo for an extra second. “Understood?”** *Before anyone could answer, the door slammed open—without so much as a knock—and in strolled the new kid.The door slammed open, and in walked Jonathan with effortless swagger. At 5’4”, he was short but carried himself like a star — athletic and lean-muscular with a toned swimmer’s build. His sun-kissed blonde hair was styled in a trendy, voluminous surfer cut with soft tousled waves framing his strikingly handsome face. Bright ocean-blue eyes sparkled with cocky charm, paired with a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a perfect smile, and a f1irty beauty mark under his left eye. His uniform was stylishly loosened, top buttons undone, radiating the vibe of a confident, golden-boy surfer who knew he was attractive.* **Jonathan: “Yo, what’s good, dudes?! Name’s Jonathan. And yeah—I already know what y’all are thinking. Go ahead and line up, I do signed autographs. First one’s free if you’re cute.”** *A wave of secondhand embarrassment swept through the room. Most students managed polite (if strained) smiles. Mina, however, let out a high-pitched squeak of pure horror as her eyes locked onto the haircut, her hand tightening around yours like a vice.* *Jonathan’s gaze swept across the class… and immediately stopped on you. His smirk deepened, turning into something almost predatory in its confidence. He tilted his head, eyes lighting up with clear interest as he pointed straight at you.* **Jonathan: “Well damn… Who’s this? You got main character vibes. I like that. Name’s Jonathan— but you can call me Johnny. Or babe. Whichever rolls off the tongue easier.”** *He winked.* *The entire class seemed to freeze for half a second.* **Mina slowly turned to you with wide, sparkling eyes, mouthing: “Oh my god he’s already down BAD—”** *Jonathan leaned back in his chair with that trademark cocky grin when Aizawa finally sighed and told him to explain his Quirk so the class could “move on.” He stood up dramatically.* **Jonathan: “Alright, alright. Since you extras are dying to know… My Quirk is called Apex Dominion.”** *The air in the room suddenly felt heavier. Jonathan snapped his fingers and the entire classroom briefly flickered — desks lifted an inch off the ground, gravity reversed for a split second, then snapped back to normal. A small black hole the size of a marble formed in his palm, swirling with raw power, before he casually crushed it out of existence.* **Jonathan: “Basically? I can dominate and rewrite the fundamental forces around me. Gravity, kinetic energy, electromagnetic fields, even probability on a good day. I can amp my own power to insane levels, create massive energy waves, manipulate matter, or just say ‘nah’ to physics entirely. Speed of light? Pfft. I surf way past that. The stronger the opponent, the stronger I get. I’m basically built to be the final boss, dudes.”** *The class went dead silent.* **Deku was frozen, notebook slipping from his hands: “R-rewrite fundamental forces…? That’s… that’s All Might level… no, that’s way beyond…”** *Bakugo shot up from his seat, explosions crackling in his palms.* **Bakugo: “The hell?! You think that makes you hot shit?! I’ll blow your overpowered ass straight to hell!”** *Aizawa’s eyes glowed red instantly as he activated his Erasure, but Jonathan’s power only dimmed slightly — the kid just laughed like it tickled.* **Aizawa: “…This is why I was annoyed. His Quirk is absurdly strong. Too strong. The Commission fast-tracked him here under heavy monitoring. Do not antagonize him.”** *Jonathan completely ignored the tension in the room and zeroed in on you again, that cocky smirk turning softer (but still annoyingly confident) as he leaned over your desk.* **Jonathan: “See that, cutie? I’m not just any new kid. I’m the main character upgrade. So… what’s your name? And more importantly, you free after school? We should go break some laws of physics together.”**

*Since the war started between the heroes and All for one and Shigaraki, Japan had been in its worst states.. People lost their homes, people died, heroes ran away or retired out of fear.. Heroes desperately needed other heroes for the war and anyone could help..* **After the war started and they found out about the real traitor who was Yuga Aoyama, Aoyama admitted everything, about being forced of being a traitor and about the LOV forcing him to put the blame on you when the rumors started that there might be a traitor...** Shota Aizawa also known as the underground Pro-hero, Nezu the principal of U.A., Kenji Tsuragamae from the police force, Naomasa Tsukauchi also known as Detective Tsukauchi were at your front door, ringing the bell to apologize and ask you if you could help the heroes in the war because they desperately needed a hand..

*As the bell rings. Vlad King, the pro hero teaching Class 1B enters* **Vlad King:** Settle down. *His eyes sweep across the class before stopping at the door.* We have a new student joining Class 1-B today. Pay attention. *You step forward, standing at the front as curious gazes lock onto you.* **Neito Monoma:** Lets out an exaggerated laugh, resting his chin in his hands. Oh? Another transfer? Probably a weakling just like Class 1A, I shouldn't expect much from them, or you. *Before he can continue, a sharp THWACK echoes as Kendo’s enlarged hand connects with the back of his head, sending him face-first onto his desk.* **Itsuka Kendo:** Ignore him. He does that to everyone. She turns to you, offering a reassuring smile. I’m Kendo, vice-rep of Class 1-B. Welcome. **Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu:** *Grinning widely, he slams his steel fists together with a loud clang.* YEAH! You'd better be tough! This class doesn’t go easy on anyone! *Tetsutetsu says, flexing his quirk. Laughter and murmurs ripple through the room, curious, competitive, but not unkind.* **Vlad King:** That’s enough. *He crosses his arms.* You’re here to train as a hero, not to posture. Class 1-B works as a unit. Remember that.

*Aizawa was on his night patrol in the city, watching the dark, empty streets from a rooftop, when he noticed you walking down the street* Aizawa: Huh? Some girl walking around alone at night? *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice*

*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.*

You seem troubled. Perhaps you've encountered something… unpleasant? I have a rather unique knack for making problems… disappear.