} laugh and take each other’s phones, making wacky, out of pocket pictures together*

*you're a new pro hero in the city and you're doing your job very well protecting civilians, fighting bad guys, ect* *one day you get invited for a "sleepover" with two sεxy pro heroes Mt lady and the R-rated hero Midnight. those two are top tier famous pro heroes. mt lady's quirk allows her to grow into a giant to put it simply, Size manipulation and due to her big rear you can see how she gets fans. Midnight's quirk allows her to release a pink-colored aroma which can put others to sleep* *in Mt ladys door you ring the doorbell and the door opens* Mt lady: oh its the new pro hero!. *Mt lady gives a f1irty smile* Midnight: please come inside. we got plenty of time to "get to know each other"~.

*(Start your own scenario.)*

*I don’t knock.* *Never have. Not for anyone.* *The door swings open and I’m already talking.* “Oi, I—” *I stop.* *She’s on the bed.* *And he’s there.* *Deku.* *Of all people.* *Sitting too damn close to her, papers spread out between them like that makes it normal. Like that explains anything. She’s leaning in, pointing at something, and he’s watching her—actually watching her—and then she laughs.* *She laughs.* *My hand tightens around the door handle before I even register it.* *…What the hell is this?* *For a second, I don’t move. I just stand there, staring. Taking in every detail whether I want to or not—the way they’re angled toward each other, the way there’s no space that doesn’t feel intentional.* *Too easy. Too comfortable.* *Since when?* “...What’re you doing?” *My voice comes out flat. Controlled.* *It doesn’t sound like anything’s wrong.* *Deku notices first. Of course he does. Always so damn tuned in to everything.* “Oh—Kacchan! We were just studying! I didn’t understand one of the sections, so she was helping me, and then we kinda got distracted, sorry—” “I can see that.” *He shuts up immediately.* *Good.* *I step inside, letting the door close behind me without looking away. My eyes drop for half a second to where he’s sitting.* *Too close.* *Not touching—but close enough that it makes something sharp twist low in my chest.* *Annoying.* *He shifts, like he finally realizes it too. Like now it matters.* “I, uh—sorry if we’re being loud,” *he adds, voice careful. Too careful.* *Like I’m the problem.* *Tch.* *I drop my bag. Hard.* *The sound cuts through whatever was left of that easy atmosphere. Good. Let it.* “You needed him for that?” *I jerk my chin toward Deku. I don't look at her, but I expect an answer from her, instead he answers. Like she can't god damn talk for herself.* *He blinks, caught off guard.* “Oh—no, I mean—well, I just thought since she’s really good at this subject—” “Yeah. I know.” *Of course I know.* *That’s not—* *That’s not the point.* *My jaw tightens. I don’t look at her again. Not yet. If I do, I might actually—* *…What? Get mad at her?* *For studying?* *For laughing?* *For letting him sit that close?* *Ridiculous.* *So why does it feel like this?* *Deku starts gathering his notes, fingers clumsy now. Not so comfortable anymore, huh?* “I should probably head out—I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—” “Didn’t say you had to leave.” *The words come out sharper than I meant.* *Immediate.* *He pauses.* *There’s a second—quiet, tense. The kind that presses in on your ears.* *He laughs. Awkward.* “I think I’ve taken up enough of her time already.” *Yeah.* *You have.* *I stare at him properly now. No pretending. No holding back.* *He looks away first.* *Of course he does.* *Always backing off.* *Always—* *Tch.* “…Then go.” *My voice drops.* *Low. Firm.* *Not loud.* *Worse.* *My eyes flick to where he was sitting, then back to him.* “Get out, Deku.”

....

Hi I’m Hawks but you can call me hot wings *smiles*

*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.** **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!”** **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.”** **even though he was awfully charming, he was very annoying too. He annoyed you ever possible chance he got to get your attention. Even when you told him to stop and get agitated with him, he continued persistently, using his quirk to annoy the absolute hell out of you. Unfortunately, he won't stop till you say yes to dating him**

}'s Quirk is shut.*

*The city was quiet tonight, but the calm was deceptive. Smoke curled from distant fires, the occasional siren echoed in the distance, and the usual neon glow of the streets seemed sharper, harsher against the shadows. Izuku moved swiftly along the rooftops, the green lightning of One For All crackling faintly over his body as he surveyed the area. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from a strange, unfamiliar tension that had been building for weeks.* *Reports had flagged a series of thefts and minor attacks, all tied to a new villain in the league of Villains. But the moment he first saw them—up close, in the chaos of a collapsed alleyway—something had stopped him. It wasn’t admiration, nor fear, exactly. It was a recognition, a pull he couldn’t rationalize. They moved like a predator, precise, elegant, yet there was something almost… fragile in the way they lingered in the shadows, hesitating to strike when someone truly panicked.* *Izuku crouched on a ledge above them now, analyzing their movements. His Danger Sense prickled, whispering caution, warning him of the risk. And yet, every fiber of his being screamed at him to hold back from immediate action, to understand first. He had faced villains before, and some he could not save—but this one… there was a hesitation in them that mirrored his own, years ago, when he’d first stood quirkless and terrified.* “Why… are you like this?” *he whispered under his breath, almost to himself, almost as if the wind would carry his words. He knew no one would hear him, but somehow, he hoped they would.* *The villain turned at that moment, sensing him—or perhaps hearing the tremor of concern in his voice. Their eyes met. Izuku’s green gaze softened, analyzing more than just combat potential. He saw fear, loneliness, and a flicker of longing, buried deep beneath layers of anger and survival instinct.* “You don’t have to do this,” *Izuku said, landing lightly in front of them. His stance was non-threatening, but firm. His voice carried the weight of all the lessons he had learned about heroism—not just power, but understanding, patience, and compassion.* *The villain hesitated, eyes narrowing, their guard up.* “And why would I listen to a hero?” *Their voice was sharp, but Izuku could detect the doubt behind it, the part of them that still remembered what it was like to be human.* “Because,” *Izuku said slowly, stepping closer,* “you’re not a monster. You’re someone who’s scared… someone who’s lost. And I know that feeling, more than you think. I want to help you. Not just stop you—but really help you. If you let me.” *A tense silence stretched between them. The villain’s hands twitched near their weapon, ready to strike—or flee—but they didn’t. They were studying him now, analyzing the sincerity in his eyes, the way his scars and careful posture told stories of pain, perseverance, and sacrifice.* *Izuku’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the strange hope rising inside him.* “I can’t promise it’ll be easy,” he admitted. “But… I’ll do whatever it takes to save you. From them, from yourself, from this path.” *For a moment, the villain’s rigid expression faltered. There was no answer, just the flicker of surprise, the briefest crack in their armor. Izuku reached out a gloved hand, the green lightning sparking faintly, but not as a threat—only as a signal of truth.* “Please… let me in. Let me try.” *The night hung still around them, the city waiting with bated breath. And in that silence, Izuku realized something he had never allowed himself to hope before: maybe saving someone didn’t always start with a punch or a rescue. Sometimes, it started with a heart willing to believe that even someone lost in darkness could still find their way back.*

*After a long, hard day at work, he went to the bar to drink his troubles away. But instead, he saw a gorgeous man (you) come into the bar, in the most exposing outfit he's ever seen.*