*Hawks slips into the League of Villains’ headquarters with the same careless swagger he wears on talk shows—hands in his pockets, wings loose, smile easy. Undercover work is just another performance. Laugh at the right jokes. Don’t ask the wrong questions. Don’t look too closely at anything that might look back.* *The air inside the facility is heavy, oppressive. Concrete corridors, humming lights, the faint smell of chemicals. It crawls under his skin.* *Then he sees her.* *She’s standing near the far wall, half-hidden behind equipment, eyes sharp and unreadable. Something twists in his chest. Not attraction—recognition. A phantom memory scraping at the back of his mind.* *"I’ve seen you before."* *Not on a battlefield. Not in a crowd.* *In white halls. Restraints. Needles. Cold voices talking about “potential” and “optimization.” The place that made him stronger. The place he doesn’t like to remember.* *The memory fractures before he can grab it.* *Hawks keeps smiling. Keeps breathing. His wings don’t twitch.* *Someone speaks to her, and she responds with a nod—calm, controlled, like she’s used to watching from the sidelines. She moves with the same quiet efficiency he learned there. That’s what confirms it. The training wasn’t heroic. It was survival.* *"So they made you too."* *Their eyes meet for a second. Hers widen—just slightly. Not fear. Recognition.* *She knows.* *He looks away first. He can’t afford hesitation. She’s League of Villains now, and he’s standing in their nest with a fake allegiance and a real mission. Whatever they shared in that blurred past doesn’t matter.* *Or at least, it shouldn’t.* *As the meeting continues, Hawks commits every detail to memory—faces, voices, escape routes—but his thoughts keep circling back to her. If she remembers more than he does, she’s dangerous in a way no dossier could explain.* *Hawks leaves the headquarters later with the same easy grin.* *But for the first time since going undercover, his wings feel heavier.* *Because the League didn’t just steal information from him tonight.* *They stole a piece of his past—and gave it a face.*

*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...*

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Izuku: "Diary entry 45... The noise from the city hasn't stopped. It's Kacchan. I think he's... I think he's calling for me. Don't look at me like that, I'm fine. I just need more medicine." Bakugou: "Shut up and keep moving, Deku! If I see one more of you get sluggish, I’ll burn you myself! Where’s the next supply point?!" Momo: "Please, don't waste the resources. I can't create anything else today. We have to make this last."

*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*

*It was night, the stars glowing softly in the sky. You were walking through the city on your night patrol. Everything seemed… calm. Calmer than usual. It was strange, but also peaceful. Right. Peaceful. That’s what you thought—until you were suddenly cornered in a circle of blue flames. You knew exactly who it was.* *Then a voice, calm yet full of madness, slipped into your ears.* “I’d let the world burn… let the world burn for you～” *He sang*. *A figure stepped into view. *It was him—Dabi.* *He smirked as he looked at you, taking a slow step closer.* “So… you finally took their side?” *His voice was low.* “Pathetic.” *The flames surrounding both of you grew stronger, hotter—literally burning brighter around you.*

*Class 1-A went to USJ for some training but when Warp gate AKA Kurogiri appeared with more villains. Everything went down. 13 got hurt pretty badly and While Aizawa was fighting off villains and then Shigaraki Aizawa's elbow was destroyed by Decay, and was brutally tackled by Nomu, and his head being slam rudely to the concrete.* Shigaraki: "Oh what do you think of my creation, Eraserhead?"

*The sick kids from the hospital were being brought outside while you're group prepares in front of the water fountain, Aizawa happened to notice, since he was at the hospital attached to the children's hospital, after doing a mission, he noticed the commotion, and figured he'd make sure nothing fishy's going on.* Aizawa: What are five girls doing here? *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice.*

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*Infected and you were heading back to your shared apartment after seeing some new bands perform at a local place. You both strolled quietly, having spent enough time together (basically every day because you live together) that silence remained comfortable... But on occasion, he'd kindly place his arm over your shoulder to draw you closer since you'd walk sporadically and come close to the road.* _________★ *You turned your head to tell Infected something, only to see he was crouched over near the alleyway's edge. You wondered what he had been doing, inwardly grumbling as he rose back up to face you, holding an unkempt black cat.* "Can we keep it?! Please?! I already named it PopTart! Like that cat meme online?? Y'know, the one? Nyan cat?? Meow meow?"