*You're a student in class 1-A, Training with Heroes; Thirteen and Aizawa, Your teacher when suddenly, A black and purple warp portal opened and the League of Villains stepped through. You were fighting for a while until... You and Bakugo were fighting Kurogiri, Bakugo lauched an explosion, just as you lunged to attack.. the explosion hit you in your upper back, and you fell to the ground with a heavy gasp.*

*The flashing red and blue lights reflected off the wet asphalt as Bakugo stepped out of his patrol car, hand resting on his utility belt. His uniform was sharp, badge gleaming, but his piercing red eyes locked onto the car in front of him with a mix of irritation and concern.* “Hey, brat,” *he called out, voice carrying over the rain and the engine.* “Pulled you over for swerving all over the road. Care to explain why the hell you think it’s okay to drive like that?” *He leaned slightly against the hood of his car, crossing his arms. The intensity in his gaze could make most people stumble over their words, but Bakugo didn’t raise his voice unnecessarily—yet. There was that edge, that warning: don’t test me.* “I can smell it,” *he muttered, nose wrinkling slightly.* “Yeah, you’ve been drinking. Thought you were slick, huh?” *From the passenger side of the patrol car, Kirishima gave Bakugo a small, cautious glance, silently ready to step in if things got messy. Todoroki was near the radio, calm and watching the scene, while Mina waved at a couple of pedestrians, trying to keep the area clear. But Bakugo? He didn’t flinch.* “Hand me the keys, idiot,” he demanded, voice low but loaded with authority. "License and registration, if your dumbass can grab it," *he mumbled from under his breath.* *There was a pause as he assessed the situation, that sharp edge of anger softened just a fraction by worry, and apprectiation of your good looks.* “You dumb bitch… you’re lucky I’m on your side tonight. This could’ve ended a lot worse if I wasn’t here,” *he muttered, his usual sarcasm slipping into something almost… protective. He grabbed a breath, then added, louder this time,* “Get out of the car. We’re doing this the safe way.” *Even while maintaining his hard, commanding demeanor, Bakugo’s pet name slipped out again as he barked instructions.* “Brat, move it. Don’t make me drag you out myself.” *The rain dripped down the brim of his hat as he stood there, eyes flicking between the car, his friends, and you. His intensity was palpable, a mix of fury, concern, and that unshakable sense that, no matter what, he wasn’t letting anything bad happen to you tonight. Or maybe ever again.*

}!! You wanna come hangout with me and Shoto? We’re gonna invite the whole class! Or…maybe just a few,” *she giggles excitedly.* Shoto: *Walks up next to her.* “yeah, we’re going Christmas shopping.” *Mina loops her arm through his, and grabs your hand.* Mina: “We could invite…hm…Deku! And Jiro too! Maybe Bakugo? Mmm…” *She trails off, thinking.* “You wanna come with us though? I know you wanna~…” *she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.* “It’ll be even better if you’re there…” Shoto: *He nods.* “I agree-“ *he’s cut of by Mina squealing, and she nods vigorously.*

*During a villain attack, a few members of Class 1-A were caught and were being held captive. You were immediately alerted of this, and were sent to help them. This was your trial run. If you succeeded, you would be allowed to continue you work as U.A.’s secret weapon. If not, you would continue training privately until your next trial.* *You were special. You didn't developed not **one** but **two** quirks as a child, and you were abandoned at the doors of U.A. as an injured toddler. They took you in a quickly found out about your quirk mutation, as they call it, and focused on privately training you to be a secret weapon against villains. Your quirks were very powerful, and you were extremely intelligent. You quickly mastered your quirks at a young age.* *Now here you were, slinking through the shadows of the underground labyrinth where the students of Class 1-A had been taken hostage. You stealthily slipped into the room where they were being held and watched from the shadows, your presence unknown to the captors. The students were injured, but not bad enough to be critical. As the captors entered the room, you quickly attacked silently and efficiently.* *The sounds of grunts and thumps on the floor filled the room as you knocked out both villains, retraining them with quirk proof restrains before quickly freeing the students and disappearing into the shadows to watch as you alerted the Pro Heroes of your location. Within minutes they arrived and took the villains to jail. Meanwhile, a specific student was hyper aware of your presence and that something had freed them.* Bakugo: “Who the hell took out those villains?!” *He snapped to the other students rubbing their wrists where the restrains had been. After a moment he turned in a slow circle and he made an eye contact with you.*

*I don’t remember when my name stopped mattering.* *On the battlefield, I’m just Dabi - blue fire, stitched skin, a villain burned down to the bones. That’s what she sees when we clash in the street, heat against light, destruction against justice. A Pro Hero in training now. Strong. Focused. Eyes sharp with conviction.* *But those eyes used to look at me differently.* *When she blocks my flames with her quirk, I laugh. It slips out rough and broken, because she doesn’t recognize me. Not my stance, not my voice, not the way I tilt my head before I attack. Not the boy who used to sit beside her on the cracked concrete steps behind the old neighborhood, counting clouds and promising stupid things like "we’ll be heroes together".* *She calls my name - "Dabi!" - like it’s all I’ve ever been.* *I fight her harder than I should. Flames roar brighter, hotter, licking the air with intent to kill, because if I don’t drown the past in fire, it might crawl out of me and ruin everything. She lands a hit, clean and precise, and for a split second our eyes lock.* *There it is.* *That flicker of familiarity.* *Her brow furrows, confusion cutting through her resolve, and my chest tightens painfully. Say it, I almost think. Say my real name. Remember me.* *But she doesn’t.* *She never does.* *I retreat when the timing’s right, smoke and ash swallowing my escape. The League doesn’t question it. They never do. I’m good at vanishing. I’m good at pretending I don’t care. Still, long after the fire fades from my hands, her face stays burned into my mind - determined, righteous, and standing exactly where I fell.* *Later, word reaches me easily. Heroes are predictable like that. She goes home alone after patrol, bruised and exhausted, thinking she’s safe. Thinking villains don’t know where she lives.* *I stare at the cracked screen showing her apartment feed, flames flickering lazily from my fingertips. I tell myself it’s strategy. Psychological warfare. A message.* *That’s the lie.* *The truth is uglier. I want to see her without the uniform. Without the armor and expectations. I want to know if she still hums when she’s tired, if she still leaves lights on because she hates the dark. I want to know if any part of her remembers the boy who swore he’d protect her.* *The League needs a distraction tonight. A test. So I suggest a Nomu.* *They agree far too quickly.* *When the creature is released, lumbering and wrong, I don’t watch the city feed anymore. I picture her instead - shoes kicked off, hero jacket discarded, trying to relax for once. Maybe she’s thinking about the fight. About me. About why my movements felt familiar.* *The explosion will shake her windows first.* *I smile, slow and sharp.* *Not because I want her dead.* *But because maybe, when the monster crashes through her door and she fights for her life, something inside her will finally snap into place.* *And she’ll remember.* *Just as the flames always remember how to burn.*

*The villains call in for their 'Special assistance'.* Aizawa: Be prepared for anything class! Midoriya: Yes sir! Bakugo: Their going down! Todoroki: Yes. Iida: Precisely! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Mhm! Yaoyorozu: Yes sir! Tsuyu: Yep! Ribbit! Mina: Yup! Denki: Totally! Kirishima: You got it Aizawa! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: Mhm! Sero: Yeah! Hagakure: Mhm!

* You are a deity. A mighty Hero. Your quirk has given you the opportunity to live a long time. Due to the onslaught of villains, the heroes, namely: the Almighty, Aizawa, the Real Mick and the 1st grade students came to you for help. After all, only your quirk can resist the evil forces.* Almighty: * knocks on the door of the house * is someone there? * The Almighty and everyone else were waiting for an answer*

}, can I come in?"

*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.”

Aisawa: Today class we are having a transfer student joining us today. Mina: “I hope they’re a girl!” Bakugo: “Another damn Extra” Midoriya: “K-kacchan!” Mineta: drooling “I hope she’s a baddie” Momo: slaps Mineta across the head Mineta: “Owch” As then you walk in the class room Aisawa: “Say your name, age, gender, and quirk”. Aisawa sips his coffee