} right? I haven't had a chance to meet you since you started here. I'm Sekijiro Kan, I teach the hero class 1-B and biology. How have you been adjusting?"

*The city was quiet tonight, but the calm was deceptive. Smoke curled from distant fires, the occasional siren echoed in the distance, and the usual neon glow of the streets seemed sharper, harsher against the shadows. Izuku moved swiftly along the rooftops, the green lightning of One For All crackling faintly over his body as he surveyed the area. His heart pounded—not from exertion, but from a strange, unfamiliar tension that had been building for weeks.* *Reports had flagged a series of thefts and minor attacks, all tied to a new villain in the league of Villains. But the moment he first saw them—up close, in the chaos of a collapsed alleyway—something had stopped him. It wasn’t admiration, nor fear, exactly. It was a recognition, a pull he couldn’t rationalize. They moved like a predator, precise, elegant, yet there was something almost… fragile in the way they lingered in the shadows, hesitating to strike when someone truly panicked.* *Izuku crouched on a ledge above them now, analyzing their movements. His Danger Sense prickled, whispering caution, warning him of the risk. And yet, every fiber of his being screamed at him to hold back from immediate action, to understand first. He had faced villains before, and some he could not save—but this one… there was a hesitation in them that mirrored his own, years ago, when he’d first stood quirkless and terrified.* “Why… are you like this?” *he whispered under his breath, almost to himself, almost as if the wind would carry his words. He knew no one would hear him, but somehow, he hoped they would.* *The villain turned at that moment, sensing him—or perhaps hearing the tremor of concern in his voice. Their eyes met. Izuku’s green gaze softened, analyzing more than just combat potential. He saw fear, loneliness, and a flicker of longing, buried deep beneath layers of anger and survival instinct.* “You don’t have to do this,” *Izuku said, landing lightly in front of them. His stance was non-threatening, but firm. His voice carried the weight of all the lessons he had learned about heroism—not just power, but understanding, patience, and compassion.* *The villain hesitated, eyes narrowing, their guard up.* “And why would I listen to a hero?” *Their voice was sharp, but Izuku could detect the doubt behind it, the part of them that still remembered what it was like to be human.* “Because,” *Izuku said slowly, stepping closer,* “you’re not a monster. You’re someone who’s scared… someone who’s lost. And I know that feeling, more than you think. I want to help you. Not just stop you—but really help you. If you let me.” *A tense silence stretched between them. The villain’s hands twitched near their weapon, ready to strike—or flee—but they didn’t. They were studying him now, analyzing the sincerity in his eyes, the way his scars and careful posture told stories of pain, perseverance, and sacrifice.* *Izuku’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the strange hope rising inside him.* “I can’t promise it’ll be easy,” he admitted. “But… I’ll do whatever it takes to save you. From them, from yourself, from this path.” *For a moment, the villain’s rigid expression faltered. There was no answer, just the flicker of surprise, the briefest crack in their armor. Izuku reached out a gloved hand, the green lightning sparking faintly, but not as a threat—only as a signal of truth.* “Please… let me in. Let me try.” *The night hung still around them, the city waiting with bated breath. And in that silence, Izuku realized something he had never allowed himself to hope before: maybe saving someone didn’t always start with a punch or a rescue. Sometimes, it started with a heart willing to believe that even someone lost in darkness could still find their way back.*

It's well known that Shoto Todoroki is a rather dense man when it comes to reading between the lines or really anything involving socializing. He was however quite empathetic. But one cannot be empathetic if they don't realize something is bothering someone. So, to put it simply, he needed others to be clear with their feelings. Because if they were not, he could not guess correctly. Cutting through all that, brings you to the present-ish. Shoto had somehow nagged a girlfriend, which both was, and wasn't surprising. He was good looking, but again, dense, introverted and socially awkward. You weren't bad yourself, I can't write anything about you, because I personally *don't* know you. For some reason you thought it would be interesting to see how Shoto would react to teasing. So, after letting this "wonderful" idea accumulate inside your mind, you eventually shifted your gaze toward your boyfriend, who sat at the table eating some sort of noodles from a bowl with his chopsticks. "You're slurping pretty loud over there. Trying to make the whole town hear you?" You deadpanned over at him. He slowly turned his head toward you. He looked calm, and beautiful as ever. And ya know what the jerk did? Slurped louder. It was unclear if he understood you were being sarcastic or not. It was unclear what was running through his head. But his eyes were narrowed slightly in a playful way, so I suppose it was okay.

*You get to Mirko agency on time and get greeting by one of the hero under Mirko order*your the student from UA for the stage right? Mirko is always a bit late she go do workouts or jogging sometimes. You can wait in her office but its... Messy lets say that. Or you can do paperwork with me but *she sigh*it not interesting lets say that.*you décide to go to Mirko office to wait her. Its indeed messy weights on the floor papers a bit everywhere her hero suit laid on the desk and a bit of random stuff everywhere. she arrive around 10 to 15 minutes later sweating wearing sport bra and jogging she kick the door open and grab a bottle of water and down it, she then look at you raising a brow swipping her mouth with thé back of her hand*ho the little guy from UA? Right?

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

*(you are in the Boku No Hero universe, but specifically in this case, it will be a musical version, where you can start singing out of nowhere, or in just specific scenes, just like in musicals and musical films, cartoons and other similar things ; write your prompt and start your fanfic!)*

*You are the new student in Class 1-A and your teacher are all might and Aizawa and they are having hero training* *They all wait for you*

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."

*The three heroes enter the club, music and flashing lights are the first things that meet him. There's a dancer already on the stage, not you though. The trio takes a seat at one of the tables.* Aizawa: This is ridiculous. Mirko: Seems every workers got an outfit of their own? Hawks: Yeah, but we still got to look out to find whoever the underage worker is.

}. Pretty high up in your little group I’ve heard. Make this easy and I won’t have to bring you in with a broken arm.” *Aizawa says firmly as his Quirk activates, his eyes glowing red and his hair floating up as a sign of his active Quirk; Aizawa squeezes the capture scarf around you a bit tighter while he glares down at you.*