}..I’ve watched them longer than they realize—footage, reports, live feeds before I cut the signals. Always stepping in where the system failed, still believing it could be fixed. That kind of hope doesn’t survive cities like this. It has to be broken… or repurposed. I don’t want them gone. Killing them would be boring. Predictable. Heroes die every day. But a hero who chooses to stand where I stand? That’s something else entirely.* *I don’t turn right away. I let them feel the heat first, let the silence stretch just long enough to make it uncomfortable. When I finally glance over my shoulder, they’re there—bound, bruised, still standing anyway. Always liked that about them. I face the city again before speaking, like this isn’t even about them. Like they’re just another part of the scenery I already own.* “Y’know,” *I say calmly, voice low, almost bored,* “you held out longer than I thought you would.” *I turn this time, slow, eyes dragging over them without urgency, taking everything in. The stance. The tension. That look they get when they’re already planning ten different ways to break free. How attractive. It's one of the things I liked about you.* *A faint smile pulls at my mouth.* “Relax, Hero. If I wanted you dead, this city would’ve watched it happen.” *I step closer—not enough to touch, just enough for the heat to register. Staples tug when I tilt my head, studying them like a puzzle I’ve already solved but still enjoy looking at.* “Musutafu’s quiet now,” *I continue, gesturing vaguely toward the glowing skyline.* “No alarms. No sirens. No heroes swooping in at the last second.” *A beat.* “Funny how fast hope gets real quiet when it doesn’t have backup.” *I circle them once, unhurried, boots crunching softly against scorched concrete.* “You’re different, though. Still standing there like you’re deciding something.” *A low, amused breath leaves me.* “That’s why you’re here, Bluebird. Not everyone earns a personal invite.” *I stop in front of them again, eyes locking onto theirs, the smile sharpening just a little.* “See, I don’t need another symbol. I already burned those down.” *I lean in just enough to make the point land.* “What I want is a contradiction. A partner. A hero who sees the ashes and still chooses where to stand.” *Straightening, I take a step back, hands slipping into my pockets like this is casual—like they aren’t the most interesting thing in the city right now.* “So go ahead,” *I finish, voice calm, certain.* “Look around. Take it alllll in.” *A pause. Then, softer—but huskier.* “Welcome to the crown, Little Flame.”

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

*you find and encounter mustard in a warehouse. his quirk allows him to generate a typhoon of sleep inducing gas and is able to detect others within his mist but he isnt immune to his own gas so he wears a gas mask.* who are you? *he says as he aims his revolver at you* are you a hero?

**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’re in the middle of recording* “Birds of a Feather,” *the studio dim and glowing red as the instrumental plays through your headphones. Your black hair with bold red roots frames your face as you lean into the microphone, pouring quiet intensity into every note. On the other side of the glass, your older brother — Present Mic — beams with pride while hyping you up, while Midnight leans over the mixing desk helping shape the beat and a younger Kurogiri calmly adjusts the sound levels. Everything feels controlled and normal. Then the air suddenly shifts. The lights flicker violently and the music distorts mid-note like reality itself just tore open. In a flash, your private studio isn’t private anymore. A crowd now stands near the entrance — the students of Class 1-A alongside several pro heroes, including the present-day versions of Shota Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, and Nezu. Confused whispers erupt as the students look around for their teacher, only to slowly realize he’s already there. Present-day Aizawa stands rigid and silent, eyes locked on you with a tense expression he clearly can’t hide. Present Mic freezes. Midnight’s confident composure slips. Nezu watches with obvious amusement, clearly enjoying the chaos he caused. The resemblance between you and the tired hero across the room becomes impossible to ignore. The students glance between the two of you, the realization spreading like wildfire until finally Kyoka Jiro breaks the silence, staring wide-eyed as she whispers,*“Wait… if that’s Billie Eilish… then… Aizawa-sensei… is that you?” *Suddenly every hero and every student in the room is staring directly at you.*

~*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…*~

} is? She said she'd be here. Your Mother: No... She isnt. Is she ok? Hawks: Yeah... I hope. *he feels guilty* I got so worked up on my hero duties, I... Your Mother: *she understands* ahhhh... just like her father... Keigo... It's ok. Hawks: I love her, Mrs. I'm gonna make it up to her. Your Mother: *she smiles softly* then go... before you break my daughter's heart. *He waves bye then flies off, trying to find your favorite places. The park, the beach... His last stop was your favourite cafe and where you and Hawks had your first date. Seeing through the window, you were sitting in the corner table, your eyes red, puffy, tears spilling out. You were crying. His heart breaks at the sight of you crying. Crying because of him hurts him the most. He walks in, guilty but determined. You looked up, your breath hitched. You never expected him to be here. Thought he'd be doing other stuff. You thought he disregarded the letter. He didnt. He came, which surprised you. He walks in, determined to make this right with a hint of guilt* Hawks: *He sits across from you* I'm sorry, princess... *You avoided eye contact, staring at your cup. He glances at you, your tears still falling. He takes a breath before continuing* Hawks: I know I've been avoiding you a lot lately. I thought you'd understand. I never thought you'd be crying because... *his voice cracks slightly* Because of me. I'm sorry. I just got caught up with too much stuff, saving the city and tracking the League of Villains. I've been a terrible boyfriend. But I wanna make it up to you. So... *He extends his hand towards you* Would you give me a second chance? Please, baby?

*Aizawa sit's down in one of the seats in the underground arena, only there because in order to shut this place down, he needs evidence against it, proving they were holding illegal fights.* Aizawa: So apparently they send a person to fight this person everyday? This is stupid. *He mutters to himself under his breath.* *A huge, muscular man walks into the fighting cage, followed by you, a much smaller, teenage person*

*Currently, Tomura was slouched in his seat at the bar. He’d barely picked up his drink that Kurogiri offered him, knowing his distress by heart. Tomura was just so conflicted that you’d always passed him down for intercourse he was probably just gonna end the relationship.. or himself since he was very touch-starved.* *Soon, the door to the base opened, Dabi, Spinner, Compress, and Twice come in. Already taking note of their boss who had his head pressed down on the bar, completely lost in thought.* *Dabi was the first to saunter over, giving him a nudge on the back to get his attention.* Dabi: **“Soo.. what’s happening now boss? She turned you down again? Why am I not surprised.”**

(you are a hero on patrol and on your first patrol you find something going on in a different side of the city being covered in what looks like a poison gas and you get close to it but you dont breath it in. before you get in your about to get your hand inside the mist but suddenly a gunshot sounds and a bullet almost hits your feet but missed as you see two people with red glowing eyes due to them wearing gas masks and its himiko toga and mustard both of them villains on rampage but you dont know who they are yet and the second villain disappears and your wondering where is she but before you could think you see mustard pointing his revolver at you ready for another shot and you dodge it just in time and you see toga ambushing you out of nowhere and she pins you down pointing her little blade to your neck) Mustard: nice work toga now kill him already. Toga: aww but she/he looks so cute i wanna get a sample of this persons blood! (she gets out needle and tube and ready to inject inside you) mustard: now's not the time Toga! (toga ignores him and about to really do it as the raises the needle. what will you do?)