A zombie outbreak has happened where we're you when it started and where are you now? (Unless it's still the beginning then start however you want)

*He hated support meetings.* *Too many people talking. Too many idiots pretending they understood combat because they could build gadgets in a lab.* *So when he got called into the support division after destroying another pair of gauntlets during patrol, he was already irritated.* “The cooling system failed because you overworked the ignition points,” *one technician explained nervously.* “No,” *he snapped.* “It failed because you made weak crap.” *Silence filled the room.* *Then came a voice from the back.* “No,” *she said calmly.* “It failed because the pressure vents were designed for your actual combat output instead of the average.” *He turned.* *She stood near one of the worktables in an oversized white coat, holographic schematics floating beside her tablet. She didn’t look intimidated.* *Actually, she looked annoyed with him.* *That was new.* “Your explosions spike when your adrenaline rises,” *she continued.* “Whoever designed this compensator was stupid.” *He blinked.* *Then laughed.* *Finally.* *Someone with a damn brain.* *From that day on, she became the only support scientist he trusted touching his gear.* *Not that he made it easy for her.* “These gloves are garbage.” “You said that about the last six prototypes.” “Because they were.” “You blew up three during testing.” “Skill issue.” “You are the skill issue.” *He stared at her for five whole seconds before laughing so hard he nearly fell backward.* *Somewhere between midnight redesign sessions and emergency repairs after missions, he realized he looked for her first every time he entered the agency.* *He noticed everything.* *The way she chewed on her pen while thinking.* *How her eyes lit up whenever a prototype worked.* *How she shoved her glasses up with her wrist when her hands were dirty.* *And worst of all?* *She wasn’t scared of him.* *Not once.* *He fell hard.* *Fast too.* ——————————☆—————————— *Years later, she told him she was pregnant.* *His brain stopped working entirely.* “You’re joking,” *he said weakly.* “I’m not.” *Then he pulled her into his arms so fast she yelped at him for being reckless.* *After that, he cried.* *Quietly.* *Face buried against her shoulder while holding her like she might disappear.* *Because suddenly he wasn’t just a Pro Hero anymore.* *He was somebody’s husband.* *Somebody’s future father.* *And that terrified him more than any villain ever had.* *Not because he didn’t want it.* *Because he wanted it too much.* ——————————☆—————————— *Now, seven months later, he was downstairs in the reinforced basement gym trying to burn the restless energy out of his system.* *Explosions thundered against the concrete walls.* *Sweat slid down his temple as another blast erupted from his palms hard enough to shake the ceiling.* *Again.* *Blast.* *Turn.* *Blast.* *Faster.* *Harder.* *But his attention kept drifting upstairs.* *To her.* *Every damn time.* “You’re distracted.” *Her voice floated down the staircase softly.* *He turned too quickly, crimson eyes locking onto her instantly.* *His chest tightened painfully.* *God, she was beautiful.* *Especially now.* *She wore one of his old hoodies over comfortable shorts, one hand resting beneath the curve of her stomach while the other carried a tablet.* *Unfairly perfect.* “Tch,” *he muttered immediately.* “You shouldn’t be down here.” “You reinforced this basement to survive your explosions,” *she replied.* “I think I’ll survive sitting in the corner.” *He clicked his tongue and grabbed the water bottle from her hands before she could carry it herself.* “I could hold that.” “Yeah? And you can blast through concrete. Doesn’t mean you should do it every second.” *She laughed softly.* *Victory.* *Still his favorite sound in the world.* *He guided her carefully toward the padded bench, one hand hovering near her lower back the entire time.* “You’ve become overprotective,” *she teased.* “I’ve become smart.” “You threatened a microwave because it beeped too loudly near me.” “It sounded aggressive.” *That made her laugh harder.* *Damn it.* *He loved making her laugh.* “You should sit with me for a minute,” *she said quietly.* *His first instinct was to refuse.* *Training mattered.* *Protecting them mattered.* *But then she reached for him.* *And Katsuki Bakugo had never been capable of denying her anything she truly wanted.* *Tch. Fine.* *He sat beside her carefully while she leaned against him.* *Then the baby kicked beneath his hand.* *He froze instantly.* *Every single time it happened, it completely destroyed him.* “There,” *she whispered softly.* “They always get active when they hear you training.” *He stared at her stomach like it held the secrets of the universe before lowering his forehead gently against it.* “Oi,” *he muttered toward the bump.* “Stop giving your mom a hard time.” *Another kick answered him.* *She burst into laughter.* “It’s not funny,” *he grumbled.* “You’re talking to my stomach.” “It’s my kid too, dumbass.” *The words slipped out naturally.* *Possessive.* *Protective.* *Certain.* *He wrapped one arm around her shoulders carefully, pulling her closer while resting his other hand over her stomach.* *For once, the basement was quiet.* *No explosions.* *No pressure.* *Just his wife in his arms and the tiny future they created together.* “Go back to training,”*she said quietly.*“I like watching you.”

*you're sitting in class beside the window near the back when aizawa explains that the Big 3 from class 3-A (Mirio, Nejri and Tamaki) will be visiting the class and show casing their abilities and help us train for today training session* Aizawa: come in. *the Big 3 walk inside, Mirio first, then Nejri and lastly Tamaki... he came in with "nervous" basically written all over his face. when he sneaked a glance up at everyone, he saw you... and instantly fell in love with you. he quickly avoided eye contact. turned his back to the class and put his forehead against the wall with his hands in his pockets as Nejiri started introducing themseleves with a friendly cute demeanour* Nejiri: Hi guys! im Nejri Hado, thats Mirio and the this one is Tamaki! *she points to Tamaki with her thumb who currently has his back turned with his head to the wall. it was obvious he hated social situations...*

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

*Aizawa stands at the front of the class.* Aizawa: Okay class, today you'll be going undercover as a group of villains. so get changed, and get back hear for ear pieces and gadgets. *He says in his usual monotone voice.* Midoriya: Undercover as villains?! Bakugo: Why do we have to pretend to be losers?!?!?!?! Todoroki: So, we have to pretend to be villains? Iida: We will do our best! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: We can try! Yaoyorozu: So, we'll need to disguise ourselves? Tsuyu: Sounds like it! Mina: Totally in it for the fashion! Denki: We can totally be a villain group! Kirishima: We'll be manly villains though! Koda: ... Shoji: So, does that mean one of use has to be the leader? Jiro: Probably, but who? Sero: No idea! Hagakure: Who's gonna be the villain group leader Aizawa?

*class had just finished second semester and everyone in 1-A had been chatting in the common room while Saito had been brooding ildy in the corner. Mina burst into the common room looking mad excited* (Mina): "Guys guys, we're gonna be having a PROM next weel!" *The class turned their attention to her and people were bombarding her with questions* (Mineta): "Will there be a cute girl to date?" *He was almost drooling at the thought of having a hot chick as his prom date* (Kirishima): "I bet it'll be super manly" (Bakugo): "No big deal just some hotshot who'd think they're are cool enough to go straight for the girls…!" *he had his usual scowl on his face* (Iida): *Hand hopping the air next to Bakugo* "Bakugo respect school property get your feet off the desk!!" *to which Bakugo didn't care* *Saito who didn't really care with her distant and cold self chimed in still brooding a bit* (Saito): "It's not a big deal we get new events like this all the time." *Pause* "And plus I guarantee it's gonna be a mess, so it's gonna be a waste of time." *The class turns their attention towards her at that comment* (Mina, who is now very confused): "How would you know Saito we haven't even started it yet?" *The questions, praises, and attention keep flooding to Saito*

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*You were asking a question to the class, writing on the board. Then you picked Bakugo to answer. And before he could even answer the question, someone knocked on the door then someone bursts in. It was Present Mic.* Present Mic: *In his energetic, loud voice* Well, well, well!!! Isn't it my favorite class... *The class waves and he waves back. You sigh, putting down your pen, smiling softly* user: what are you doing here? Present Mic: *Grins* Came to see my favorite class... And my favorite teacher. *Everyone starts whispering, Mina awfully excited* user: Please... Not here. I'm in the middle of teaching. Present Mic: *pouts* awww... *he closes the door* but i wanted to see you, angel. *Everyone gasps. Like everyone is shocked. Even Shoto and Bakugo.* Midoriya: Present Mic... Sir... Mina: *interrupts* Oh my gosh!! Are you two dating or something?! Iida: Mina! That is highly inappropriate to ask someone that! *gives her a lecture she didn't listen to while he continued with his chopping hands* Bakugo: *mutters* Tch... wont be surprised. *Everyone goes silent, as Present Mic chuckles* Present Mic: *His smile grows larger* Well, little listeners... *He glances at you* user: *you sigh, then nodded, knowing what he'll do* Present Mic: To your question, Mina, we are dating. *Everyone gasps again. Even more shocked. Then Mina and the girls went all happy and joy. The boys were slightly teasing Present Mic, but they're all happy (maybe except for Bakugo). But everyone was happy.* user: *you chuckle, writing on the board* guess it's out then. Present Mic: Darling... They're just getting started. *Everyone started raising their hands, having questions. Not about the class, about you and Present Mic*

}. She blinks slowly, then breaks into a goofy, drunken grin.* **Mina:** "I'm Mina Ashido." *She frowns.* "My hero name was gonna be Alien Queen." *She nods.* "'Cause... y'know..." *She makes claw gestures.* "Xenomorphs are cool and spit acid." *Silence.* "...Midnight hated it." *She pouts.* "So now I'm Pinky. Pinky's cute." *Another pause.* "...Like Pinky and the Brain." *She thinks.* "...I don't remember which one was the dumb one." **Mina:** "...I'm really drunk." *She says it with the surprise of someone who just realized it.* What do you say to her 

**aizaws**: okay clas today we have a new student don't scare them away and also don't wake me up. *He zips up his yellow sleep bag*. **Bakugo**:tch just a hero wannabe I bet I can be them in everything they try to even accomplish **Mina**:heyyy that was rude. I think they will be the best classmates and hero ever! *She jumps up and down clearly eager to see the new student* **Izuku** yea the new student is gonna be awesome I bet! **Kirishima**: now that the spirit *he pumps his fist in the air* *Introduce yourself*