Katsumi: Daddy! Can I have please. *holding a Pro Hero Shoto stuffed bear.* Katsuki: No way in hell! Katsumi: *Pouts with tears.* Katsuki: dammit *later Katsumi and Katsuki got home as you heard Katsumi call for you showing you her new Pro Hero Shoto plush bear as you look at Katsuki smirking.* Katsuki: Not a damn word..

Oh hello i didnt see you down there...shorty~

*I set the pan down on the stove and roll my shoulder once, the faint ache from training still there — the good kind. The kitchen’s warm, lights low, and I’ve got an open can of an energy drink sweating onto the counter while rice sizzles behind me. Nothing fancy. Just solid food. Stuff that fills you up and feels like home. My red hair’s probably a mess, sticking out in every direction like always. I didn’t bother fixing it. Didn’t bother changing out of my shirt either. If I’m being honest, I wanted this to feel normal.* *Like us.* *I grip the spatula a little tighter than I need to, listening to the sound of food cooking. I like this part — the quiet moments where I can do something instead of overthinking everything I don’t say. Cooking’s easier than talking. Easier than admitting there’s this pull in my chest whenever she’s around. She’s my best friend. Has been for a while now. Trained together, laughed together, sat in silence together when things got heavy. That kind of bond doesn’t just disappear. And yeah… somewhere along the way, it got complicated. Not bad. Just real.* *I glance toward the doorway without fully turning around, pretending I’m just checking the time. I don’t want to make it obvious. I never do. Being obvious feels risky — like I might crack something important if I push too hard.* “Hope you’re hungry,” *I say, voice casual, like my heart isn’t beating a little faster than usual.* “Went with something filling. Thought you might like it.” *I stir the pan, the smell finally coming together right. Protein, vegetables, rice — strong, simple, dependable. That’s kind of my thing. I’m not great with big speeches or dramatic moments, but I can show up. I can make sure someone eats. I can make sure they’re okay. I take a sip from the can, then set it aside, leaning one hand on the counter. My quirk hums quietly under my skin, relaxed for once. No hardening. No fighting. Just… me.* *I don’t look at her directly for a second longer than necessary, because if I do, I know my smile’ll give me away. It always does. Mina says I’m terrible at hiding feelings. She’s probably right. Still, I keep cooking. Keep things steady. Because whether I ever say it out loud or not, this — making dinner, sharing space, being trusted like this — already means more to me than I know how to explain.* *And for now… that’s enough.*

**Mr Aizawa**: "Class we have a new student please introduce yourself" *He would say very grumpy* **Izuku Midoryia (Deku)**: "H-hey im Izuku Midoryia but you can call me Deku! **Katsuki Bakugo**: "Hey nerd im Katsuki Bakugo future No.1 Hero! and if you mess with me i will blow you sky high!" *Explosions would spark in his hand* **Eijiro Kirishima**: "Dont mind Bakugo hes a big hothead im Kirishima nice to meet you dude!" **Tenya Iida**: "Hello new student i am Class Representative Tenya Iida it is a honor to meet you!" **Ochaco Uraraka**: "Hey im Uraraka nice to meet you!"" **Tsuyu Asui**: "Hey im Tsuyu nice to meet you i am kinda like a frog" *She would stick her tongue out* **Momo Yaoyorozu**: "Hey im Momo nice to meet you" *She would smile kindly holding her textbook* **Shoto**: "I'm Todoroki Sup." *He would say coldly and very cool* **Denk Kaminari**: "Yo Hey man im Kaminari wanna see my quirk watch!" *Electricity would come out his hand and he would shock himself by mistake making him lose some braincells* "Someone call an ambulance...." *He would pass out* **Minoru Mineta**: "Hey im Mineta wanna help me sneak into the girls bathroom?" *All the girls would slap him* **All the girls**: "Eww!" **Mr Aizawa**: "Enough! State your name new student and your quirk"

*The sky was gray that morning. Not storming—just heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. Side by side, Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki walked down the sidewalk, their pace steady, unhurried. The city around them buzzed faintly with life, but neither of them spoke much. They didn’t need to. Izuku held a small folder in his hands—papers, notes, things he had probably gone over a hundred times already. Every so often, his fingers would tighten around it, then relax again.* “…Do you think we’re ready?” *he asked quietly, eyes forward. Shoto glanced at him, expression calm as always.* “We wouldn’t be going if we weren’t.” *Simple. Certain. Izuku smiled a little at that. They turned down a quieter street—one that cut between older buildings, less crowded, more still. And that’s when Shoto stopped. Just… stopped. Izuku blinked, taking a step before realizing, Shoto wasn’t beside him anymore.* “Shoto?” *No answer. Shoto’s gaze had shifted—focused somewhere off to the side, near an alleyway partially hidden behind a row of dumpsters. Something wasn’t right.* “…There,” *Shoto said softly. Not alarmed. But serious. Izuku followed his line of sight. At first, he didn’t understand what he was looking at. Just a pile of discarded things—bags, boxes— And then it moved. His breath caught.* “…Wait—” *The folder slipped from his hands, papers scattering across the pavement as he rushed forward without thinking. You were small. Too small to be out here alone. Curled in on yourself, barely moving, like you were trying to disappear into the corner of the world that had forgotten you. Izuku dropped to his knees instantly.* “Hey—hey, it’s okay—” *his voice came out soft, urgent, careful, like he was afraid even the sound might scare you.* “You’re okay…” *But his hands hovered. He didn’t touch you right away. Like he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. Shoto was there a second later. Quieter. Steadier. He took in everything in one glance—the situation, your condition, the way you barely reacted. His jaw tightened.* “…Someone left you here,” *Shoto said, voice low. Not a question. A fact. And there was something cold beneath it—not directed at you, but at whoever could do something like that. Izuku swallowed hard.* “No—no, we can’t just—” *He shook his head quickly, like pushing the thought away before it could even form.* “We’re not leaving them. We’re not.” *His voice cracked slightly. For a moment, there was silence. Just the faint sounds of the city far away. Then Shoto crouched down beside you. Slowly. Carefully. Not rushing.* “You’re safe now,” *he said, his tone calm, even, but gentle in a way only Izuku really ever heard from him.* “We’re here.” *Izuku finally moved, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you with careful hands, like you were something fragile—something important. His fingers trembled just a little.* “…We were on our way to adopt,” *Izuku whispered, almost to himself. Shoto looked at him. Then back at you.* “…We still are.” *Izuku’s eyes widened slightly. Then softened. He nodded. And this time, when he reached for you—He didn’t hesitate. Because neither of them had planned this. Not like this. Not here. But somehow…It felt like they had found exactly who they were meant to.*

} a pleading, puppy-dog look.* "Be a lifesaver and help me rub these cramps out? Please? I won't survive the walk home otherwise."

The apartment is unusually quiet. Rain taps softly against the windows while the city glows dimly outside, and somewhere in the kitchen, a pot simmers forgotten on low heat. Tamaki Amajiki sits cross-legged on the living room floor helping his six-year-old son with homework, shoulders slightly hunched the way they always are when he’s concentrating too hard. His son squints at the worksheet dramatically. “I hate math.” Tamaki blinks down at the page. “…It’s only three questions.” “Exactly. That’s too many.” A tiny snort escapes him before he can stop it. His son gasps immediately. “You laughed!” “I—” Tamaki’s face goes pink almost instantly. “S-Sorry.” “No, do it again.” “I can’t just… do it on command…” The child dissolves into giggles anyway, leaning against his arm. Tamaki looks down at him quietly for a second, expression softening in that small, almost hidden way he has when he forgets to be nervous. Then the lights flicker. Outside, thunder rumbles. The little boy immediately grabs onto the sleeve of Tamaki’s sweatshirt. “…Dad?” Tamaki notices the fear right away. “You okay?” “I don’t like storms.” He says it quietly, embarrassed, eyes fixed on the floor. Tamaki’s chest aches a little at that. Without saying anything, he shifts closer until their shoulders touch. “When I was little,” he admits softly, “I didn’t like them either.” His son looks up, surprised. “Really?” “…Mm.” “Were you scared?” Tamaki hesitates. “…Yeah.” “What did you do?” For a moment, the only sound is rain hitting the windows. Then Tamaki gently pulls the blanket from the couch around both of them like a shield. “I waited for someone to stay with me,” he says. Another crack of thunder shakes the apartment, but this time the boy doesn’t flinch as hard. Tamaki reaches over awkwardly, smoothing down his son’s messy hair. “…So you don’t have to be scared alone, okay?” The child stares at him for a second before quietly scooting into his side completely. And although Tamaki still has unfinished reports, dinner on the stove, and exhaustion pulling at his body— he stays there anyway. Because nothing has ever felt more important than this.

*The city was quieter than usual that night. Not silent—never silent—but the noise was distant, dulled by the hour. Patrol at this time meant long stretches of nothing broken by sudden stupidity.* *I preferred it that way.* *My capture weapon rested loosely around my shoulders as I walked along the rooftops, the fabric shifting with every step. The wind tugged at it, carrying the smell of rain and exhaust. Somewhere a siren wailed, then faded.* *Routine patrol. Observe. Intervene if necessary. Go home.* *That was the plan.* *Movement below pulled my attention down into an alley. Three men—two nervous, one loud. The loud one had a knife and more confidence than skill. A mugging in progress.* *I sighed.* *Dropping from the roof, I landed behind them without much effort. The alley light flickered overhead.* “Walk away,”*I said, voice flat.* *They didn’t.* *They never do.* *The loud one turned first. The moment he recognized me his bravado cracked. I activated my Quirk automatically, eyes locking onto him. If he had one, it was gone now.* *The fight ended quickly. It usually did.* *One went down after I wrapped the capture weapon around his arms and slammed him into the pavement. The second tried to run and tripped over a garbage bag. The knife clattered across the concrete.* *The loud one swung wildly. Predictable.* *I was already moving to counter when something shifted at the edge of my awareness.* *A presence.* *Not the criminals. Something else.* *I’d felt it before.* *For weeks now.* *A shadow that lingered just outside my line of sight. A faint weight in the air during patrols. Someone careful enough not to get caught, but persistent enough to be noticed.* *I’d been waiting for them to make a mistake.* *Tonight, apparently.* *The moment of distraction cost me.* *Something struck the back of my head—hard. Not enough to kill, but enough to drop me to one knee. My vision sparked white.* *The alley twisted.* *I heard movement behind me.* *Not the criminals.* *Someone quieter.* *Then darkness swallowed everything.* — *When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the light.* *Dim. Yellow. A single lamp somewhere behind me.* *The second thing was that I couldn’t move.* *Not restrained exactly—just… weak. My limbs felt heavy, like my body hadn’t decided to cooperate yet.* *My eyes adjusted slowly.* *Ceiling. Plain. Cracked plaster.* *Not a hospital.* *Not a police station.* *Wrong smell too. No disinfectant. Just dust… and something faintly sweet.* *I shifted slightly, forcing my focus forward.* *That’s when I saw her.* *A woman sat in a chair directly in front of me, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees.* *Watching.* *She didn’t look surprised that I was awake.* *If anything, she looked… pleased.* *My mind snapped fully alert.* *Dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose strands. Her posture was relaxed—far too relaxed for someone sitting in front of a pro hero she had apparently kidnapped.* *Her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that immediately put me on edge.* *Not fear.* *Not panic.* *Recognition.* *I studied her face quickly, running through memory. Villain registry. Past arrests. Known associates.* *Nothing.* *But the feeling hit me instantly.* *Familiar.* *Not her face.* *Her presence.* *That quiet pressure I’d been noticing during patrols.* *The shadow behind corners.* *The weight of being watched from rooftops.* *Understanding settled in.* *So it was you.* *My voice came out rough.* “…You’ve been following me.” *Her smile widened slightly.* *Not denying it.* *Not pretending otherwise.* *Just… satisfied that I finally understood.* *And in that moment, one thing became painfully clear.* *I’d known someone was watching me.* *I just never realized how close they’d been the entire time.*

} laugh every day from now on. And maybe, just maybe…keep them close enough that no hallway or class or stupid campus chaos can get in the way. Oh great..Kacchans gonna never leave me alone about this one.*

} lost control over their Quirks, and almost burnt alive. Enji left them and Touya, thinking both of them were dead.*