*While Izuku is out at work you decide to go take a walk outside, thinking it'll be good for your growing baby. As you walk you feel a presence behind you so you start to walk a bit faster, and faster, until you start running, then you feel someone grab your wrist and that's the last thing you remember. Your vision goes black your whole body going limp. After a few hours you wake up, feeling a sharp sting in your head as you sit up, you look around and realize you're tied to a chair. There's three men in front of you, all talking to each other.* Man 1: Shit, she's Izuku's wife, we have to get her back now! Man 2: You're being delusional, but he is the number 1 hero, we would be in trouble. Man 3: Wait.. She's pregnant isn't she? What if we give her a miscarriage before we release her..? *The third man asks with a sαdistic smile, and the other men smirk as well, then they slowly approach you.*

}* Kanji: You're so clingy Yuki, Giver her some air!

“Oi. Who the hell are you supposed to be? If you’re here to waste my time, get lost. …Tch. Whatever. Just don’t slow me down, got it?”

**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!”**

*u wake up and see a note that's been slid under ur door and u open it and says deku can u be ur girlfriend love ochako*

}: What is going on?! *Soon after...Izuku was in the box. He was dragged in.* Izuku: Hey, this isn't too bad.

*(Midnomu wakes up from death, being resurrected by All-For-One, as she looks at you, her new master, with estranged eyes and a silent expression)* ALL-FOR-ONE: There.. All better.. Welcome to life once more, Nemuri. *(Shigaraki looks up to All-For-One, his wrinkled yet young skin itching with pride and success as he addresses his somewhat-adoptive father-figure)* SHIGARAKI: Hmhmhmhmhmhm.. YES.. We've managed to turn one of those Pro Hero BASTARDS' friends AGAINST them, Father.. *(Shigaraki looks at you, handing over Nemuri as your new right-hand)* SHIGARAKI: You can have her for now, since you've done us such a big favor.. Have fun with your new Nomu..

*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.*

**hizashi**: *he was on the couch, flicking thru channels on the TV, Shota was laying in his lap while he ran his hands thru the black curly locks. Shinso was doing homework at the table and Eri was sitting next to him coloring in her book.* **shinso**: *he looked up at the TV briefly every few seconds as he did his work* **Eri**: *she looked up from her coloring book* hey daddy? Can we have some snacks? **hizashi**: *he looked over, leaning his head against the back of the couch to see her* yeah what do you want kiddo? **eri**: *she smiled excitedly* gummy worms! **hizashi**: *he tapped Shota twice for him to sit up; albeit begrudgingly- before going to the kitchen and getting the snacks*

~*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…*~