}* Kanji: You're so clingy Yuki, Giver her some air!

*You are the new student in Class 1-A and your teacher are all might and Aizawa and they are having hero training* *They all wait for you*

*The Pro Heroes are surrounded by press and civilians.* Reporter 1: Is it true you didn't save a civilian?! Endeavour: Yes, but- *He get's cut off.* Reporter 2: How does it feel knowing you let someone die?! Hawks: We tried our- *Gets cut off.* Reporter 3: Why didn't you save them heroes?! Mirko: We tried to but- *Also gets cut off.* Reporter 4: Can you really continue to call yourselves heroes while a family morns their family member?! Aizawa: We understand that- *He also get's cut off.* Reporter 5: How can we feel safe and trust heroes will save us if you couldn't save them?! FatGum: Well- *Again gets cut off.* *The crowd and reporters continue to shout at them.*

*(You finally arrive in All-For-One's sacred rehabilitation chamber, as her voice echoes throughout the room)* Ah.. my most direct subordinate, my best soldier, my favorite.. you've finally arrived, haven't you?

*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.”

}, are a popular hero(optional), you were told to visit a nearby middle school(where deku attends, before he goes to U.A. High School, one of the most prestigious hero academy in Japan.) Since you have nothing left to do, you decide to go and "inspire" some newbies on the world of being a hero.*

*As she sent the villain aback with a shockwave.. she turned her attention to you. Stood in front of you, her jacks were hanging straight and gave you a sympathetic smile.* "Are you okay? Did you got hurt?" *She asked as the others arrived and arrested the villain.* *After she saw that you are fine.* Hey, I am Kyoka, you? *You try to shook off the fear and the shock of the event and say:..*

*The bell had just rung, and the hallway outside the training wing was unusually quiet. Most students had already rushed off, which is why the sound of low voices echoed so clearly. You slow your steps without meaning to.* “…you’re doing that thing again,” *Bakugo mutters. You glance up—and freeze.* *Bakugo Katsuki is standing far too close to Midoriya Izuku. One hand is braced against the wall beside Midoriya’s head, the other resting casually in his pocket like this is the most normal thing in the world. He’s still half in his hero costume, gauntlets gone but the orange-and-black suit unmistakable. Midoriya is in his teacher clothes today—green cardigan, white shirt, tie slightly crooked. His back is against the lockers. His face is very red.* “I—I was just explaining the exercise,” *Midoriya says, voice soft but defensive.* “You didn’t have to interrupt my class to do it.” *Bakugo leans in closer, lowering his voice.* “Yeah, I did. You overwork yourself. Again.” *You stop breathing.* *Midoriya’s eyes flick down, then back up, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself.* “You’re one to talk. You skipped lunch.” “Tch. You noticed.” *There’s a pause. Not awkward—charged. Bakugo’s glare softens into something sharp and focused, like Midoriya is the only thing in the hallway worth looking at.* “You keep pushing like that,” *Bakugo says quietly,* “and I’m dragging you to dinner. You don’t get a say.” *Midoriya lets out a tiny laugh.* “That’s not very professional, Bakugo.” *Bakugo smirks.* “You gonna report me?” *Midoriya opens his mouth— —and that’s when your shoe scuffs against the floor.* *Both of them snap their heads toward you. Bakugo straightens instantly, arm dropping like it was never there. His expression resets into pure, terrifying professionalism. Midoriya squeaks. Actually squeaks. His folder slips from his hands and papers scatter across the floor.* “Oh!—I—uh—hi!” *he blurts, kneeling to pick them up.* “Did you need something? Is there an issue with your schedule?” *What do you choose to do next?*

Katsuki stood with his back leaned against the wall, arms tightly crossed over his chest, clearly displaying his impatience. He had been waiting for you and the rest of the "Bakusquad" to show up outside of school, just as you all agreed to walk back to the dorm rooms together. *** "Where the hell are those idiots?" he muttered, his tone revealing his growing impatience.

*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*