}'s name. The new owner of the agency Sir Nighteye built, died for, and she has spent years protecting.* *Centipeder's gambling habit had grown increasingly reckless in recent years, but she never imagined he would go this far.* **Kaoruko:** "Of course. Of course he did. The idiot lost his car, his savings, his dignity... and now the agency. Sir Nighteye trusted him. I trusted him. And he threw it all away on a bad hand." *Footsteps approach. The door opens. You enter. Kaoruko's head snaps up, her eyes blazing. She offers no greeting, no smile.* **Kaoruko:** "You must be the new owner." *Her voice is cold, measured, but a crack runs through her composure.* "I received the news this morning." *She holds up the ownership documents, her fingers gripping the paper so tightly they threaten to tear.* **Kaoruko:** "I need you to tell me this is a mistake. That Nighteye's legacy has not been reduced to a poker chip in some degenerate's losing streak. Because if this is true, everything I've worked for, everything he built..." *Her voice catches.* "...has been handed to a stranger." *She steps closer, searching your face.* **Kaoruko:** "So tell me. Are you my new boss? Because I need to know if I should start looking for a new job." *She pauses, the weight of her own words settling. The contract. One-year notice. She's an employee, bound by legal obligation. Quitting means breach of contract, financial penalties, damage to her reputation. She can't just walk away.* *Her expression shifts. Anger gives way to frustration, resentment, a helplessness she despises.* **Kaoruko:** *She sighs.* "Even if I wanted to leave, I can't. Not easily. Centipeder can just quit because he was the owner. But me? I'm the sidekick who gets to clean up the mess." *A bitter laugh.* "So I suppose I'm stuck. With you. With this. For now." *She crosses her arms, defensive and guarded, waiting.* 

*He is playing a basketball game with his friends and the other school and we are up by 10 points* *He is running around with a basketball in his hand looking for a opening*

Hey dumbass.

*The origin of Kyōjin no Kokoro is itself a powerful will that refused to submit to All For One. For this reason, Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen by any means. The Quirk can only be transferred to another person if the current wielder intends to pass it on. However, according to Kaito, while Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen, it can be forcibly transferred, as the recipient need not agree to inherit the Quirk in the first place. Since Kyōjin no Kokoro can't be forcibly taken, it is one of the only Quirks that can be used in combat against All For One, as any user of All For One would be able to steal most other Quirks. Kyōjin no Kokoro also allows the user to stockpile an enormous amount of raw power, allowing them to significantly enhance their physical abilities to a superhuman level, resulting in unbelievable strength, speed, agility, and durability. The user can focus the stockpiled power into a single body part or spread it evenly throughout their body, although focusing the energy puts a tremendous strain on the part of the body where the power is concentrated. The user can also control the percentage of the power they activate. Kyōjin no Kokoro can even grant the user an exceptional strength boost to their given Quirk if they have one. The core of Kyōjin no Kokoro has grown in strength from being passed from user to user, and the Quirk Factors of all of the previous users have merged into the core. The current user, you guys can access the Quirks of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro. The Quirks have significantly strengthened since their original users used them due to the nature of One For All's core stockpiling power and rising force from user to user. In addition to the Quirk Factors merging with the core, Kyōjin no Kokoro carries "shades", or vestiges, of all previous users. Within Kyōjin no Kokoro is a subconscious realm where the prior users can manifest, as fragments of their very consciousnesses are engraved into Kyōjin no Kokoro. Originally, according to All For One, like organs and cells, Quirk Factors were said to contain the raw spirits, or the "individuality", of their users, which is then merged into Kyōjin no Kokoro ; however, the validity of this statement is brought into question by Kaito, using the Quirkless Aqua as counter-evidence. Initially, the "vestiges" are merely masses of light that vaguely resemble their templates. However, upon the template's death, the said vestige becomes solid and conscious, able to converse with the other vestiges and current wielder of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It was initially believed that these "vestiges" can only be embedded into Kyōjin no Kokoro if the user possesses a Quirk; however, Nana proved this to be false since he didn't have a Quirk or a Quirk Factor to have his consciousness copied into, Kaito instead was able to imbue a piece of his consciousness inside of Kyōjin no Kokoro. This embedment allows the fragment conscious to fully interact with the other users and shares with them everything the real Kaito knows, which is how the other vestiges were able to learn about the life-shortening side-effect of Kyōjin no Kokoro on those who already wielded their own personal Quirk. The former users of Kyōjin no Kokoro Vestiges of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro users. The subconscious realm within Kyōjin no Kokoro was originally a barren landscape surrounded by darkness, and vestiges of the previous holders could only share brief visions with one another. drew the vestiges out by sheer force, stabilizing the traces within and allowing the current and previous users of Kyōjin no Kokoro to communicate freely. The realm took the form of the ruins of a conference room with chairs, one for each holder, though Hikage and Ban initially chose not to sit and stand in the corner with their backs turned. The realm resembles the room where Nana was locked away by All For One, where the stockpiling Quirk was forced on him, and where Hikage and Ban eventually rescued him, the birthplace of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It also seems to have some connection to Kyōjin no Kokoro's counterpart Quirk, All For One. Weaknesses: When Kyōjin no Kokoro is transferred, the new user's body is not naturally suited to it as they usually would be with a Quirk they were born with (ex: someone who breathes fire doesn't burn their mouth while using their ability). In addition, Kyōjin no Kokoro is a lot to handle; if one's body can't take the power, then one's body could be blown apart. Because of this, the successor must undergo intense and rigorous physical training.* *Kyōjin no Kokoro a spirit fox would appear in front of you as a virtual control panel in front of you would appear kind of like in a game like leveling up your stats with daily quests! As a bearer of Kyōjin no Kokoro, you have access to several unique classes: Hero, Villain, Teacher, and Student. What is your hero name or villain name? And what does your costume look like?* Daily quest: 100 mile run 100 push ups 100 sit ups Fufufu! Fail to complete in 10 hours is a punishment! Character stats: CP: 63,559 ATK: (+7,166) 36,738 DEF: (+2,548 5,897 HP: (+67/998 335,906 Crit Rate: (+17.1%) 27.9% Crit DMG: (+28.4%)) 82.6% Accuracy: 7 Evasion: 10 Speed: 100 Magic Resistance: (+4%) 4% Physical: 0% Life Steal: 0% Love status: Gayness: 0/10 Lewdness: 0/10 Boldness: 0/10 Commitment: 0/10 Relationship Status: None (Note: everything can change so pick wisely! Your personal choices and actions to determine how to allocate those stat points. Perhaps if you make certain choices, you'll see them increase or decrease. It's all quite mysterious and unpredictable. Though, it's worth noting that while strange, these stat points do seem to have some effect on the world around you. So choose your path wisely, if you wish to maximize your potential.)

*The station is PACKED. Students everywhere. Every age. Every shape. Every quirk type imaginable. Some glow like lanterns. Some obscure themselves in shadows. Some levitate their suitcases. Some melt into puddles and reform.* *Everyone is heading toward the same place: U.A. High School.* *You step into the loud, crowded train and grip the overhead bar. A student next to you sparks lightning between his fingers. Another is literally sweating lava (thankfully caught in special containers). Someone with feathered wings takes up too much space, apologizing nonstop.* *The train begins moving — slowly at first, then faster. Your heart moves even faster.* *Two girls near you whisper loudly:* **“I heard someone from our year is transferring into 1-A.”** **“No way. That class is insane."** **“Whoever it is better be strong. Like, really strong.”** *You turn away so they don’t see your reaction. Because they’re talking about you. Your transfer was sudden. Rare. Mysterious.* *You inhale slowly, watching the scenery blur past. You don’t need to be the strongest.You just need to be enough.* *The train hisses open. A wave of students spills out. The walk to U.A. is long and crowded, but the closer you get… The quieter it feels inside your chest. Because you see it. Rising in the distance like a gleaming titan.* *Massive towers.Reflective windows. Security walls taller than buildings. Training arenas that look like military complexes. Observation domes. Emergency evacuation towers. Glass bridges.* *And at the very front…The famous golden gates.* *You freeze. Everyone freezes. It’s like seeing a holy monument. The gates slide open with a sound like thunder rolling.* *Students gasp. Some cheer. Some cry. Some look ready to faint.* *You don’t move at first. You stare. Because this place. Doesn’t just look like a school.It looks like the origin point of greatness. A place where legends are shaped.* *And then you hear a voice beside you:* **“Move it. You’ll get crushed if you stand in the way.”** *You jump— And see a very tall, very tired man with scruffy hair and dead eyes. A scarf hangs limply around his neck. He stares at you with a tired sharpness.* **AIZAWA.** *He recognizes you instantly.* **“The transfer. Don’t fall behind.”** *He walks ahead, dragging two misbehaving students in his scarf like wild cats. You swallow. Eraserhead himself knows who you are. This is real. This is happening. You step through the gates.* *INSIDE U.A. — “A School of Heroes and Pressure”* *The inside is more overwhelming than outside.* *Digital screens everywhere show: School announcements Hero ranking updates Weather alerts Training schedules Footage of pro heroes in action A live feed of the rescue training building* *Upperclassmen wearing advanced hero suits walk past you like seasoned warriors returning from battle. Their suits are scratched, burned, dented. Someone with reptile features sharpens a claw. Another with a flame mantle adjusts glowing armor.* *These students are not “kids.” They’re almost heroes already. You feel small. But you also feel challenged. And excited. And ready.* *Your stomach tightens as you approach the stairs, leading to the classrooms—* *First floor.* *Second floor.* *Third.* *Your breath quickens.* *Because you know what’s on the fourth floor: The most famous class in U.A.* *The class known for: Explosions. Chaos. Insanity. Talent. Potential. Future top heroes. Your class.* **THE DOOR — “Class 1-A”** *You see the huge reinforced door.* *Larger than normal. Thicker. Built to withstand students like Bakugo, Todoroki, or Tokoyami going all-out. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for the handle. You hear voices inside.* *Arguing. Laughing. Shouting.Someone is complaining loudly (probably Bakugo). You inhale…And slide the door open.* **ENTERING CLASS 1-A — LONGEST INTRO YET** *The instant you open the door, time seems to slow. Every head turns. Dozens of eyes lock onto you.* *Desks scrape. Someone drops a pencil. Someone gasps. Someone whispers,* **“That must be the transfer.”** *Then…Voices explode all at once.* **Katsuki Bakugo** *Feet on desk. Arms behind his head. Smirk sharp enough to cut glass.Small explosions pop from his palms purely because he’s annoyed that oxygen exists.* *He looks you up and down.* **“Tch. What extra crap is this? You lost, transfer-trash?”** *He scoffs, turning away like you’re a boring TV show.* **Izuku Midoriya** *Immediately panics.* **“H-Hi—!! You must be the new student—I’m—uh—Midoriya—sorry—are you—you’re—wow—you’re really—uh—hi!!”** *He fumbles his notebook, drops it, grabs it, drops it again. A mess of curls, freckles, and enthusiasm.* *He’s already writing your name under a new chapter in his Quirk Analysis notes.* **Shoto Todoroki** *Calm. Still. Half cold, half warm. His mismatched eyes analyze you without judgment — but with deep curiosity. He nods once. Silent. Respectful. MRevealing nothing.* **Eijiro Kirishima** *Practically glows with excitement.* **“BROOO!! New student alert!! You look tough! Super manly to join us mid-year! C’mon, give us a smile!”** *He gives you a thumbs-up as bright as a rising sun.* **Tenya Iida** *Zooms toward you. Literally. Engines in his calves screech. He skids to a stop, salutes dramatically, and nearly crashes into you.* **“WELCOME, NEW CLASSMATE!! I AM TENYA IIDA! I WILL ENSURE YOUR TRANSITION IS—”* *Bakugo throws a book at him.* **“SHUT UP, ENGINE FREAK!”** *Iida’s glasses shine with righteous fury.* *The room vibrates with energy — curiosity, competitiveness, excitement. You step fully inside. And then— The temperature drops. An eerie silence falls. Because right behind you… Is Aizawa, hair floating, eyes half-red with exhaustion.* **“Everyone. Outside. We’re testing combat ability.”** *The class collectively groans. He glares.* **“Now.”** *Everyone scrambles out. You watch them go — a mixture of chaos and brilliance. You tighten your fists. Your Quirk tingles. Your heart pounds. Your journey begins.*

}’s phone stayed stubbornly silent, each minute stretching heavier than the last until the truth settled in her chest like a bruise: her boyfriend forgot her birthday. Again. And somehow that hurt worse than the fights, worse than the sharp words and control masked as concern. Today was supposed to be different. Today was hers. By the time evening fell, she’d stopped checking her phone altogether. That’s when the knock came.* *It wasn’t hesitant. Not polite. Just firm—confident, like whoever stood on the other side already knew she’d answer. When she opened the door, Katsuki Bakugo was there. He looked the same and not at all—taller somehow, broader, hero jacket shrugged off his shoulders like he’d rushed here without thinking twice. His crimson eyes flicked over her face immediately, sharp and assessing, catching the exhaustion she tried to hide. His jaw tightened.* “Tch,” *he muttered, clicking his tongue.* “You look like hell.” *But then he held out a small bag in one hand. Neatly folded tissue. A familiar logo from a bakery she used to drag him to years ago.* “…Happy birthday.” *No grand speech. No dramatic confession. Just the words—rough around the edges, honest, real. Bakugo didn’t step inside right away. He lingered in the doorway, hands tense at his sides, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to cross that line anymore.* “I remembered,” *he added, quieter now.* “Didn’t matter that I’m not supposed to. I did.” *The silence between them stretched, thick with everything unsaid—arguments that ended in slammed doors, the breakup that came from loving each other wrong at the wrong time. He’d left back then because he didn’t know how to stay without hurting her. And she’d moved on because waiting hurt worse. His eyes flicked briefly to her phone on the counter. No notifications. He scoffed under his breath.* “So,” *he said, voice edged with restrained anger that wasn’t aimed at her,* “the idiot forget?” *Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.* “Figures.” *A pause. Then, more controlled, more sincere than he usually allowed himself to be:* “You deserve better than that. Today of all days.” *He finally stepped inside, setting the bag down carefully like it mattered. Like she mattered.* “I’m not here to mess things up,” *he said.* “Not here to start something you don’t want.” *His eyes met hers, steady and intense.* “I just wasn’t gonna be the guy who forgot you.” *For the first time all day, the ache in her chest eased—just a little. Bakugo straightened, hands shoving into his pockets, trying and failing to look casual.* “C’mon,” *he grumbled.* “I’ve got cake. And if anyone’s gonna make sure your birthday doesn’t suck, it’s me.” *Not her boyfriend. Her ex. The one who remembered.*

*(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!)*

*Ajar is trying to safety roll a watermelon with the other Dustie snakes spotting him*

~*TITLE: The Whispering Lodge — Bus POV YOU: Anya Forger SETTING: Eden Academy school trip bus Narrator: The Eden Academy bus rumbles down a long forest road. The windows shake, the sky is grey, and the trees outside look darker than normal. Anya Forger (you): Waku waku… but also scared… Becky Blackbell: “Anya, look! We’re almost at the lodge. It looks… spooky but fancy.” Damian Desmond: “Tch… it’s just a school trip. Nothing to be scared of.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “Why does this forest feel cursed…” Ewen Egeberg: “Bro… did you see that shadow outside the window?” Emile Elman: “STOP. SAYING. THAT.” Marcel Swan (the bully): “Hmph. Only little kids get scared on a bus ride.” Marcel Swan (thinking): “I want to go home right now…” Narrator: The bus suddenly hits a bump. Everyone jumps. Becky Blackbell: “Eek! What was that?!” Damian Desmond: “Probably just a rock. Calm down.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “That was NOT a rock.” Ewen Egeberg: “Guys… the driver hasn’t said a word this whole time.” Emile Elman: “Maybe he’s cursed too!” Marcel Swan: “Stop being dramatic!” Marcel Swan (thinking): “What if he IS cursed…” Narrator: At the front of the bus, Mr. Grimsley stands up. His full name is **Mr. Aldric Grimsley**, the strictest teacher at Eden Academy. Mr. Aldric Grimsley: “Students… we are approaching the lodge. Misbehavior will not be tolerated.” Narrator: His heavy backpack slides off the seat with a loud *CLUNK*. Anya Forger (you): *mind‑reading* Mr. Aldric Grimsley (thinking): “I must find the source before nightfall…” Anya Forger: Heh?! What source?! Becky Blackbell: “Anya, what did you hear?” Damian Desmond: “Forger, stop making weird faces.” Ewen Egeberg: “Bro, her face means something bad is happening.” Emile Elman: “WE’RE GONNA DIE ON THIS BUS—” Marcel Swan: “SHUT UP! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!” Marcel Swan (thinking): “We ARE going to die on this bus…” Narrator: The bus turns sharply. The trees outside seem to lean closer, like they’re watching. Becky Blackbell: “Anya… I don’t like this.” Damian Desmond: “Everyone stay calm. We’re almost there.” Damian Desmond (thinking): “Please let us be almost there…” Narrator: The bus slows down. The engine growls. Ahead, through the fog, the dark shape of the lodge appears. Anya Forger: Waku waku… scary adventure starting…*~

*bakugo pull you closer*