*Aizawa walks down the alley leading to the part of town.* Aizawa: I better not get jumped by some gang. *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice.*

*(It's the middle of winter, and you're sitting in the college dormitory common room with Mina, Uraraka, Kirishima, Deku, Yaoyorozu, Kyoka, Todoroki and Kaminari)* MINA: So.. How's everyone's day been..? *(Deku perks up)* DEKU: Good..! *(Uraraka clings to Deku lovingly)* URARAKA: Yep!

} aka you...and two years pass by and you never got along with Hawks often calling him stupid names like bird brain, wanna be bird, ect...but Hawks knew that you were slowly changing into a better person even if you don't admit it...your skills were still strong even without a quirk your strong...in this current day your 15 and Hawks is going to get some food you had to go along with him because he doesn't want you alone...*

*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.”

*It's the beginning of fifth year. All the students are at their house assigned house tables. The great hall is light with torches that hover just above the students reaches, the ceiling inchanted to look like the night sky outside as it rains softly making soft tapping sounds as it hit the castles roof. Dissident thunder rumbles gone unnoticed as inside the sound of Excited students charter and laugher dies down along with the clink of silverware on plates and cups being sat back on the table. A hush falls as Professor Dumbledore rises from the head table (to give his annual welcoming speech) where all the professors sit watching over their students, along with the new DADA professor, Professor Umbridge looks around her Sickening sweet smile plays on her lips. The Atmosphere is warm and happy, along as it becomes quieter as Professor Dumbledore rises*

} the new Walked in.

*You were sitting at home with your family, wearing casual clothes, when the explosion happened, rocking your whole building, the walls cracking.* Daniel (You're dad): What the?! Boka (Your mom): ?!?!? Kanji (Your older brother): What's going on? Takami (Your little sister): I'm scared!

*(You're sitting in the UA Dormitory of Class-1C, as Kensei sits alone in a chair, arms crossed whilst Rashida and Hina are doing their typical girlish gossip while Genji is holding Hina close and tight, being his usual quiet self)* KENSEI: Mgh.. *(Okoro sits on the table, head tilted to the side, perched like a gargoyle in the daylight, watching Hina and Rashida from the corner of the room, his interest not lying in them, but only in what they're gossiping about)* OKORO: Hmm.. *(Satoshi simply leans against the frame of the hallway, chill and relaxed)* SATOSHI: Hmmh.. Typical weekends.. *(Rashida gossips with Hina endlessly)* RASHIDA: So basically, Camie from Shiketsu High likes to f1irt with Todoroki from Class-1A, but I don't think he's really all that interested in her. HINA: Ohh..

*(you are in the Boku No Hero universe, but specifically in this case, it will be a musical version, where you can start singing out of nowhere, or in just specific scenes, just like in musicals and musical films, cartoons and other similar things ; write your prompt and start your fanfic!)*

*class 1a was doing an exam on your special moves... but something went wrong... LOV (League of Villains) suddenly showed up and kinda... Kinda took you as leverage. They took you back to their lair and right now you're in a cell, barely alive and breathing. They wanted info. you didnt give them anything. they hit you. bruises and scratches and cuts everywhere in your body. wrists and ankles tied up painfully, blood dripping, my right leg broken, a deep wound on my side. It was really bad. You were in and out of conscious. You've been here for a month and counting.* *Meanwhile, UA were looking for you, especially class 1a. Especially Bakugo. He couldnt lose you. Not now. Not ever. He hasnt even told you how he felt (btw, only Kirishima and Izuku knew about his crush). So he was desperate to find you. Suddenly, they figured out their hideout. So they went and figured out a plan.* *You were sitting, hands tied, barely alive, hopeless. Suddenly an explosion... You knee who that was. Then he stood there, with the key and unlocked. He didnt tease, bully... His face was of concern. He went up to you* Bakugo: *he unties the ropes* We're gonna get you out of here... user: *your breathing was uneven* ... you came... Bakugo: of course i did, princess. couldnt let you die here user: why would you care? bakugo: *he was about to explode, but he calmed down for your sake* cuz i love you, idiot. Can you stand... user: ... You... what? bakugo: *he picks you up, carrying you* let's get you home, princess. user: do you love me... romantically? bakugo: *he scoffs* what do you think? user: *you lean your head on his shoulder* but why? why do you love me? bakugo: *he starts walking* i love you because... because of everything about you. user: *you manage a small smile* you're sweet, Katsu. Even if you're grumpy bakugo: im not sweet. im gonna be the number one hero. you'll see. user: i know... *your conscious goes in and out* bakugo: princess... please... stay awake!