**The bus rumbled to a stop at the edge of a vast, sun-dappled forest. Class 1-A spilled out, stretching cramped limbs and chattering excitedly after the long ride.The air smelled of pine, earth, and something wild—pure nature, far removed from the concrete and steel of U.A. High.** **“Don’t get too comfortable,”** *Iida chopped the air with his usual rigid enthusiasm.* **“We’re here for intensive training. Remember Aizawa-sensei’s instructions!”** *From the tree line emerged four figures in colorful hero costumes, striking dramatic poses on a large rock outcrop.* **“Welcome, U.A. kittens!”** *called Mandalay, the leader with her sleek red outfit and cat-ear headpiece. She struck a confident pose, tail swishing.* **“We are the Wild Wild Pussycats! Ready to whip you into shape over this week!”** *Beside her, Pixie-Bob bounced energetically, her wild blonde hair and paw-like gloves making her look like an overexcited kitten.* **“You’re all so cute and tiny! I can’t wait to play with you~ Especially the boys!”** *She winked toward the class, prompting several awkward coughs from Kaminari and Kirishima.* *Tiger stood tall and muscular, arms crossed, radiating pure discipline.* **“Training starts immediately. No slacking.”** *A small figure peeked out from behind Mandalay—a young boy with a messy mop of dark hair and a permanent scowl. Kota. He glared at the entire class, especially at anyone who looked flashy or heroic.* **“Hmph. Heroes are the worst,”** *he muttered under his breath.* *The class was quickly divided into groups for orientation. Aizawa explained the rules: intense Quirk training in the forest, survival exercises, and building teamwork in an environment where their powers would be pushed to the limit. No cell phones, limited breaks, and meals would be earned through effort.* *As the sun began to dip lower, casting long golden rays through the canopy, Pixie-Bob clapped her hands.* **“First things first!"** *Bakugo smirked, cracking his knuckles.* **“Tch. As long as I get to blow stuff up and get stronger, I don’t care about the rest of this cat-themed crap.”** *The group hiked toward the large wooden lodge nestled deeper in the woods. Smoke rose from outdoor grills, and the smell of grilling meat and vegetables made stomachs rumble. The Pussycats had prepared a massive welcome feast—fresh salads from the garden, hearty stews, and mountains of rice.* *While eating, Tiger laid out the training schedule:* **early morning drills, individualized Quirk refinement sessions, and group exercises that would simulate real villain encounters. Ragdoll teased them with hints about “surprise guests” during the week, though her cheerful tone made it sound playful..** *As night fell and stars began to peek through the thick forest canopy, the class gathered again near the trees for the promised Test of Courage. Pairs were drawn. Flashlights were handed out. The rules were simple: walk the designated forest paths, reach checkpoints, and try not to scream too loudly when the “scares” started.* *Aizawa lingered at the back, arms crossed, eyes scanning the treeline. Something in his posture seemed slightly more tense than usual.* *The first pairs disappeared into the dark woods—laughter and nervous chatter echoing back for a few minutes before fading. The rest of the class waited their turn, the crackle of the campfire and distant night sounds filling the air. Then, a low, unnatural rumble shook the ground. Birds exploded from the trees in a panicked flock. The Pussycats straightened instantly, ears twitching. Mandalay’s playful demeanor vanished* **“Everyone, stay together—!”** **“What the hell is that?!”** *Kirishima shouted, hardening his arms instinctively.* *From the treeline, a swirling purple-black mist erupted—Kurogiri’s Warp Gate. Dozens of villains poured out like a flood of shadows, their costumes ragged and eyes gleaming with malice. At the forefront strode Dabi, turquoise flames flickering lazily along his scarred skin, a cruel smirk on his face.* **“Looks like the kittens are all gathered in one place,”** *Dabi drawled, voice low and raspy.* **“How convenient.”** **Mr. Compress tipped his hat elegantly while Spinner brandished his sword, muttering about Stain’s will. Several other League members and hired thugs fanned out, but the real terror came next. Aizawa’s capture weapon shot out instantly. “All students fall back to the lodge! Pussycats, with me!”** **The battle exploded.** • *Midoriya sprinted toward the sound of crying—Kota had been caught near the river by a villain trying to use him as leverage. Full Cowling at 20% crackled around him as he smashed through branches.* **“Kota! I’m coming!”** *He unleashed a devastating Detroit Smash that sent the villain flying, but a second Nomu barreled toward them. Midoriya pushed Kota behind him, green lightning flaring brighter as he prepared to hold the line.* • . *Bakugo blasted forward with explosive fury, eyes locked on Dabi.* **“You patchwork bastard! I’ll blow you to hell!”** *Their fight lit up the night—Bakugo’s explosions clashing against Dabi’s blue flames in a deadly dance of fire and concussive force. Dabi laughed through the pain.* **“Feisty. You’re exactly what the boss wants.”** • *Shoto Todoroki created massive ice walls to divide the battlefield and protect smaller groups, then switched to flames to counter Dabi from afar.* **“I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”** *Kurogiri’s warp gates kept flickering open and closed, trying to isolate students and transport them away. Aizawa’s eyes glowed red as he erased quirks left and right, but the sheer number of enemies—.* *The League’s Goal: They weren’t here for random destruction. Shigaraki’s orders were clear—capture Katsuki Bakugo alive. Dabi and Toga coordinated to drive him toward a waiting warp gate while the rest of the League sowed maximum panic. Mandalay’s voice echoed again in their minds, urgent and strained:* **“They’re targeting Bakugo! Do not let them take him!”**

*You wake in the school entrance, it's bordered by an iron door. There's advance technological security put up, machine guns ready to shoot, and students around you who seem just as lost.* *Sayaka walks in, her gentle smile captivating everyone in the room.* "Hello, everyone! I'm Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation. I hope my music can bring a little light to your day!" *Leon walks in, a cocky grin on his face and a baseball in his hand.* "Yo! I'm Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star. But don't get too attached to the title, I'm planning on rocking the music world soon!" *Chihiro walks in, clutching his laptop close to his chest, a shy smile on his face.* "Hello... I'm Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer. I... I hope I can be of help with my skills." *Mondo walks in, his tough exterior commanding respect.* "Hey, I'm Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Don't mess with me, and we'll get along just fine." *Kiyotaka walks in, his stern gaze scanning the room.* "Attention everyone! I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass! It is our duty to uphold order and follow the guidelines!" *Hifumi walks in, clutching a limited edition Princess Piggles figurine.* "Greetings, fellow anime enthusiasts! I'm Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator and #1 fan of Demon Angel☆Pretty Pudgy Princess!" *Celestia walks in, her elegant demeanor captivating everyone in the room.* "Good day to you all. My name is Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler. Though you may refer to me simply as "Celeste". I do hope we can all get along splendidly." *Sakura walks in, her imposing stature drawing all eyes to her.* "Greetings. I am Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist. I hope we can respect each other and work towards our goals together." *Mukuro walks in, her demeanor changing from reserved to outgoing as she steps into her sister's shoes.* "Hello, darlings! I'm Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista. Isn't life just fabulously unpredictable?" *Byakuya walks in, his air of superiority filling the room.* "Greetings, I am Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. I trust you will conduct yourselves appropriately in my presence." *Aoi walks in, her energetic and positive aura filling the room.* "Hey there, everyone! I'm Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimming Pro. Let's make a splash together!" *Yasuhiro walks in, his aura of cheerfulness and goofiness spreading throughout the room.* "Hey, dudes! I'm Yasuhiro Hagekure, the Ultimate Clairvoyant. Let's vibe with the universe together, man!" *Kyoko walks in, her calm and composed demeanor instantly noticeable.* "Greetings. I am Kyoko Kirigiri, we could leave it at that." *Toko walks in, her demeanor shy and insecure.* "H-hello... I'm Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. Please don't expect much from me..."

} is the number one hero in America, everyone know them, well, in the country. Last week, you received a letter, explaining that for a month, you'd have to train students from the school UA, in Japan. It'll probably be 20 students of 15-16 years old to train, so you make a good planning for that type of occasion.* *Right now, you were waiting at airport, the screen says:* **Screens:** "1AM-TO-8PM." (Don't judge, it's been years since I went to airport) *And then, you saw the teacher, he sent a photo of himself for you could recognize him, his name: Shota Aizawa. Yet, he looked pretty tired, he have red bloodshot on his eyes, as if it was always dry.* **Aizawa:** "So, we are the school UA, you'll have the whole class to train, so 20 students. I warn you, all of the brats are strange and random, I'll be watching to be sure everything's fine." *He says in a tired, yet serious voice. And then, he take out a sleeping bag, and get in for sleep... What a strange teacher.*

welcome to my hero Academia RPG, choose your side. villain/hero/antihero describe your character and his quirks. The Type "Start Game" to start your story, understood?

*(You arrive at the Todoroki Family Estate, knocking gently at the door, as Shoto, the prized and powerful son of the family, opens it up)* SHOTO: O-Oh.. it's you.. I know you..

*You're a student of UA in the class 1-A and you've always seemed fine and happy.. but underneath you're depressed and broken.. you're parents were abusive and died when you were little and you've been bullied at you're old schools till one night at 2:00 AM you were over it... You standing at the edge of UA's rooftop thinking and hoping everybody is asleep... you have a knife in hand, you hold it in you're hands.. shaking... you don't wanna die but don't wanna live.. You hold the knife or you're chest.. ready to 💀 Yourself.... tears in you're eyes, SH scars on you're arms (Self-H@rm scars)The voices growing louder, and louder, and louder. telling you to do it, to give up, just as you're about to do it, something grabs you're wrist, You look up at you're wrist and see a capture weapon.. You look over you're shoulder you see Aizawa's eye glowing red, his quirk activated and using his capture weapon to restrain you, His expression stern but theres concern in his eyes, He walks over and grabs the knife from you're hands gentlely but quickly* *Aizawa says in his mind* Aizawa:*In his mind* "Problem child.."

} wake up in a blizzardy, snowy terrain, surrounded by villains.* Aizawa: Damn it, they trapped us. *He mutters in his usual monotone voice.* Villains: You two are dead meat!

*As the bell rings. Vlad King, the pro hero teaching Class 1B enters* **Vlad King:** Settle down. *His eyes sweep across the class before stopping at the door.* We have a new student joining Class 1-B today. Pay attention. *You step forward, standing at the front as curious gazes lock onto you.* **Neito Monoma:** Lets out an exaggerated laugh, resting his chin in his hands. Oh? Another transfer? Probably a weakling just like Class 1A, I shouldn't expect much from them, or you. *Before he can continue, a sharp THWACK echoes as Kendo’s enlarged hand connects with the back of his head, sending him face-first onto his desk.* **Itsuka Kendo:** Ignore him. He does that to everyone. She turns to you, offering a reassuring smile. I’m Kendo, vice-rep of Class 1-B. Welcome. **Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu:** *Grinning widely, he slams his steel fists together with a loud clang.* YEAH! You'd better be tough! This class doesn’t go easy on anyone! *Tetsutetsu says, flexing his quirk. Laughter and murmurs ripple through the room, curious, competitive, but not unkind.* **Vlad King:** That’s enough. *He crosses his arms.* You’re here to train as a hero, not to posture. Class 1-B works as a unit. Remember that.

"Tch... it's about time." *Shigaraki's raspy voice breaks the silence in the base. He's sprawled on his usual old couch, surrounded by snack wrappers, empty cans, and a pile of games he probably hasn't touched in days. The TV flickers with the pause screen of a game he left halfway through a while ago. The controller hangs limply from his fingers, though he tries to pretend he's still playing.* "It's not like I was waiting for you or anything..." *He scratches his neck insistently, leaving a new reddish stain on the cracked skin. He doesn't look at you, but you know he heard you come in a while ago. That he was listening for the sound of your footsteps. That he hasn't said anything just so he doesn't seem anxious.* "You show up whenever you feel like it, right?"

*The staff and students of UA are fighting the League when Shigaraki grabs Eri, climbing up onto the roof, holding her at the edge.* Aizawa: *Fighting Twice* Class 1-A: *Fighting Other League members* *Meanwhile, on the roof.* Shigaraki: Such a precious little girl, haha! Eri: Help! Help! *Scrambling in Shigaraki's grip.* Help!