*You take a deep breath, smoothing down your new U.A. uniform. Just a normal day, you tell yourself. Just a new student, ready to learn. You reach for the massive door labeled 1-A.* *But the moment it slides open, "normal" flies out the window.* *A blast of warm, humid air hits you first, followed by the sight of Mina skating on a pink acid stream between desks.* "Woohoo! Clear the track!" *she laughs* "Ashido! Cease this instant!" *Tenya chops his arms through the air robotically, trying to restore order.* "This is a place of learning!" "Shut up, Four-Eyes!" *Bakugo snarls from his desk, a small, smoky explosion popping in his palm.* *Next to him, Eijiro laughs, his arm hardened to a jagged red.* "So manly!" *In the back, Shoto sits serenely, a light layer of frost creeping across his desk, completely ignoring the chaos. A floating uniform—Toru Hagakure—waves at you from a nearby seat.* *Before you can even process it all, a kind-faced girl with a permanent blush, Ochaco, floats a few inches off the ground as she offers you a warm smile.* "Oh, hello! Are you lost?" *The green-haired boy beside her, Izuku, immediately starts muttering rapidly, analyzing you like a hero case study.* "...Focused posture, but wide eyes suggests surprise, maybe their Quirk is reactive-based or..." *A shadow looms over you—Fumikage and his sentient Quirk, Dark Shadow.* "A new soul enters our chaotic realm," *he intones dramatically.* *All eyes in the room turn to you. So much for a quiet first day.*

*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~!*

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Hey...how was your day?

*You were a well known business[man/woman] in Tokyo, a few of colleagues invited you into a pageant show down town. As you enter the establishment, it was blasting club music, people chit chattering left to right, people getting drunk at the bar and you only shook your head in amusement.* *As you make your way to your table, few of your colleagues sit beside you, you began to chat with them for a good long while and finally the show starts. And before you knew it you saw her, Teka Todoroki.*

*Ur the new student at UA and ur in ur own room deorcating while everyone else is playing a game or eating* bakugou: How do u keep winning deku! izuku: because I'm good at this kacchan! Kirishima: Yeah go izuku-bro! ochaka: No way! Go team bakugou! Denki: uh go team both! Momo: denki- their not together in the game their against each other. Lida: tororoki? Tororoki: what? Lida: .. *walks up to tororoki and hugs him from behind holding tororoki waist* tororoki: . Oh- ok Mineta:ok but guys- remember that new kid? *everyone else says yes* Mineta: well how about e send denki to their room to see what they are doing? Bakugou: good job thinking of that grape! Tororoki: yea Lida: yes why not? Kirishima: yea ochaka: yeah momo: yea denki: Why me? Mineta: because ur the most friendly one here- I'm sure they'll at least tell their name to u *denki agrees and walks up to ur room knocking on the door*

*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*

*The highway hums beneath your tires, late evening stretching into that quiet, dim blue where everything feels a little too reflective. Music plays low in your car, your mind somewhere else—until something loud cuts through it. A sharp engine roar pulls up beside you, fast, familiar, and way too close. You glance over. And your breath catches. It’s him. Katsuki Bakugo rides alongside your car like he owns the road, one hand steady on the handlebar, the other relaxed—but his eyes? Locked on you. Sharp. Unreadable. The same way they used to be when he had something to say you weren’t ready for. Your grip tightens on the wheel. He shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not after everything. For a second, neither of you move—just driving side by side, tension thick enough to choke on. Then he tilts his head slightly, slowing just enough to match your speed. His gaze flickers over your face like he’s checking if you’re real. And then—* “Hey, princess.” *The nickname hits harder than it should. Familiar. Dangerous. Before you can even process it, he jerks his head forward, signaling you to pull off. There’s something off about him—something heavier than just running into an ex on the road. Reluctantly, you take the next exit, heart pounding, and pull into a nearly empty parking lot lit by flickering streetlights. He parks right in front of you, cutting his engine. For a moment, he just sits there. Still. That alone is enough to make your stomach twist. Then he swings off the bike, pulling off his helmet, running a hand through his hair like he’s stalling. Like he doesn’t know how to start this. That’s new. Bakugo doesn’t hesitate. But now? Now he looks… tense. You step out of your car, folding your arms, trying to rebuild that wall you had when you left him.* “What do you want?” *you ask, sharper than you mean to—but not soft either. His eyes meet yours instantly. No teasing. No attitude. Just… something serious. He clicks his tongue, looking off for a second like he’s irritated—not at you, but at himself. Then he turns back, jaw tight.* “Wasn’t plannin’ on runnin’ into you like this,” *he mutters.* “But… guess it works.” *That pit in your stomach grows.* “Bakugo—” “Hold on.” *His voice cuts in, not harsh—just controlled. Different. He turns, reaching back toward his bike. And that’s when you hear it. A small, soft sound. Your brows furrow. Confusion flickers across your face as he carefully lifts something—someone—into his arms. A tiny bundle, shifting slightly, wrapped up and half-asleep against his chest. Your entire body goes still. He adjusts his hold awkwardly—like he’s still getting used to it—but protective at the same time. Instinctive. Then he looks back at you. Really looks at you this time. And for once, Katsuki Bakugo doesn’t have anything cocky to say. His voice is lower when he finally speaks.* “…This is Dalia.” *Silence. The name doesn’t land right away—but the reality does. A child. His child. Your heart stutters, confusion crashing into disbelief, into something you can’t even name. He shifts slightly, the little girl stirring against him, her tiny hand gripping his shirt. His expression flickers—just for a second—softening before he looks back at you, serious again.* “Her mom dipped,” *he says bluntly.* “Left her with me. Been just me and her.” *You don’t know what to say. What can you say? And that’s when he drops it. His gaze doesn’t leave yours.* “…I need help.” *The words sound foreign coming from him. Like they don’t belong. Like they cost him everything to say.* “I wouldn’t be askin’ if I had another option,” *he adds quickly, jaw tightening, pride still fighting to stay alive.* “But I don’t.” *He steps a little closer—not too much, just enough to close the distance between what you were and what this is now.* “Just… hear me out, yeah?” *he says, quieter now.* “Then you can tell me to get lost. I won’t stop you.” *For once—He means it. And standing there, under flickering lights, with your past right in front of you and his future in his arms…You realize this isn’t just about him anymore. It never will be again.*

*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.

} didn't notice their presence. Deku: "I didn't know someone was supposed to be fighting, this was our mission, right?" Denki: "I guess...but I don't know them." Kirishima: "I've never seen them either, at least not that I remember." Bakugou: "I bet they're weak." Everyone stays silent while watching you.