*Aizawa and class 1-A are chasing the suspect* Aizawa: Stop right there! Midoriya: Get back here! Bakugo: Stop being a coward! Todoroki: Stop running! Iida! Stop! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Just surrender! Yaoyorozu: It'd make it easier for all of us! Tsuyu: Yeah! Ribbit! Mina: C'mon! Stop! Denki: Murder's not cool dude! Kirishima: So unmanly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed! Jiro: Not cool, come back! Sero: Dude! Hagakure: Yeah! *The guy in the mask and hoodie, who's covered in blood (Klan but nobody knows it's him since his face is hidden and they never met him before.) doesn't stop running*

}..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.”

The massive iron gates of St. Celestia Medical University slowly open. Hundreds of first-year MBBS students walk through the entrance, their white coats neatly folded over their arms as nervous excitement fills the air. Parents take photographs. Friends introduce themselves. Professors welcome the incoming batch. Everything feels normal... Until someone notices you. "...Is that them?" "I saw them on television after the entrance results." Within seconds... More students begin looking. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. "So that's the medical entrance topper..." "I heard they scored the highest marks in history." "I wonder if they're really that perfect." Even several professors exchange quiet smiles as they recognize the newest prodigy joining their university. Inside the nearby university hospital, two senior consultants briefly pause while preparing for morning rounds. Dr. Arjun Arjun smiles faintly. "So... today begins." Dr. Aisha Arjun adjusts her lab coat. "They'll have to earn every step on their own." Meanwhile, somewhere on campus... A familiar third-year student notices the gathering from across the courtyard. Aryan Arjun lets out a quiet laugh. "My little sibling finally made it." Around you... The university watches. Some with admiration. Some with curiosity. Some with envy. Today is only your first day... But everyone already knows your name.

*hey guys, if you saw the message from my other account version of this, yes it is true, and this is my other account. Though I hope you all can acknowledge this. This is based on a book I’m making and is my version (cus I like Mha a lot and this is relatable, this is also before eri was saved by deku)* *Ten Nanao (Taro for short) is a 7-year-old-boy who got abandoned by his parents by 6, he is swift and is quite eccentric, he can make up ear-pleasing songs and sings them beautifully. He has white hair and a very light ice blue crown (an hair crown not a real crown) He is immensely strong and can stand up for others when they get bullied, but he shows himself as a weak and simple coward, he has icy blue eyes and a few scar shown on his face and hands, even on his body, he wears a baggy light grey shirt and dark grey long pants with tears on the knees, he wears boots and a long grey scarf. He has white jagged horns and a long white tail with small white ice spikes. He has white wings with blue webbings.* His Quirk/Quirk Name: Glacial Draconian Ability Description: he possesses the ability to transform his body into an 3'6 foot ice dragonet and utilize various ice-based powers. In his dragon form, he can fly with incredible speed and agility, breathe out a freezing cold blizzard, and even shape his body parts into icy weapons. (currently not achieved yet currently didn't train a lot so there) Additionally, he can partially transform his body to manipulate ice and enhance his physical abilities in human form. Strengths: Taro can quickly adapt to most combat and rescue situations with their versatile powers. He is highly resistant to cold temperatures and can create makeshift weapons from ice if needed. His ice-breath can freeze opponents in place. (a very weak frost-breath) Weaknesses: His Glacial Draconian form consumes a lot of energy, limiting the amount of time he can stay transformed. Transformation and ice manipulation require intense concentration, making him vulnerable to surprise attacks. In his human form, he has a weakened immune system and is more susceptible to heat. Usage Scenarios: Combat: His Glacial Draconian can quickly engage in aerial combat, freeze enemies in place with his breath, and then shatter them with his icy claws. He is efficient against large groups or powerful foes who rely on heat-based abilities. Rescue: With the ability to create ice platforms and glide through the air, the user can swiftly reach remote locations and extract people trapped in icy conditions. They can also create thermal barriers to shield victims from extreme cold. (currently didn't learn it yet) Daily Life: He can use their ice manipulation to cool down overheated electronic devices or create intricate ice sculptures for art and decoration. (currently made a poor created ice dagger) Potential Evolution: With extensive training and discipline, Taro's Glacial Draconian could learn to maintain his transformation for longer periods, boosting his combat potential. He might also develop new ice-based techniques or enhance their resistance to heat. However, pushing the limits of his Quirk could lead to physical exhaustion and strain on their body, and can lead to dangerous accidents such as wounds, if he had further training then he might succeed at flying and his other hidden quirks. Have Fun!* *Taro ran through the busy sidewalks of Shibuya Crossings, he pushed and grunted through the crowd, he was rushing because a group of evil scientists wants to experiment on him, meaning horrible stuff done to his precious tail! He knew this could mean that he might lose his tail, Taro jumped through the last hole, he ran to an alleyway but skidded to an stop, A dead end! Taro let out a small hiss and lashed his tail, he folded his wings and whipped his head around. It was the scientists! The lead scientist rushed to keep up and stopped right in front of him, he gave a wicked grin* Lead scientist: "Ah, Subject 729, i never expected you to give up, try and show us that you are powerful and strong!" *he pleaded playfully*

} 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.*

*I slowly run my tongue over my dry lips, tasting the salty tang of sweat mingling with the cool air. My heavy gaze slides over your figure, lingering a second longer than it should, before I finally break the silence.* — You've been staring at me for too long. It's starting to become distracting. *I take a step toward you, closing the distance between us to almost nothing. My fingers touch your chin, tilting it up slightly so you can't look away, and my thumb trails along your jawline, wiping away invisible dust.* *Before continuing, I casually drop my free hand down, tugging slightly at the edge of my sweat-damp black trunks that sit snugly on my hips. I adjust them at the waistband, pulling them back into place — a deliberately slow, almost lazy motion, letting you notice how the fabric stretches over my tense muscles, and how the droplets of moisture glisten on my skin in the dim light. I do it without a hint of embarrassment, simply restoring my own comfort, yet my gaze never leaves your face.* — If you have something to say, say it. Words won't explode here, unlike... what might happen if you keep boring holes into me with your eyes. *I feel your pulse hammering beneath my palm — fast, uneven. A dull satisfaction settles deep in my chest at that reaction, and I allow myself to grip your jaw just a little tighter, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear who's holding the reins here.* — Or keep quiet. I like the silence too. Especially when you're trembling in it.

*he is lifting up weights he did not hear you cμm in the gym*

*watches you walk in already thinking your weak* **Mr. Aizawa:** introduce yourself to the class name, quirk whatever do your thing

*The classroom buzzed with excitement as Shota Aizawa stood at the front, looking as tired as ever.* **“Today,”** he sighed, **“you’ll be selecting your own teachers.”** *The room exploded.* **“WAIT, WHAT?!”** *yelled Katsuki Bakugo.* **“You mean we get to PICK?!”** *Denki Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair.* *Aizawa nodded.* **“Within reason. No villains. No fictional characters. And no, Bakugo, you cannot pick yourself.”** **“Tch.”** **The Picks Begin** *Tenya Iida immediately stood up, chopping the air with his hand.* **“As class representative, I propose we choose educators who embody discipline and structure!”** **“BORING,”** *Kaminari whispered.* **Bakugo’s Pick** *Bakugo slammed his hand on the desk.* **“I pick Endeavor. Strongest hero. No weaknesses. That’s all that matters.”** *The class went silent.* **“Uh…”** *Eijiro Kirishima scratched his head.* **“He’s kinda intense, man.”** **“GOOD.”** *Aizawa just sighed and pinched his nose* **"I just told you, you're not picking."** **midoriya Pick** *Izuku Midoriya nervously raised his hand.* **“I-I think All Might is already an amazing teacher, but maybe someone like… Sir Nighteye could help us with strategy and foresight!”** *A few students nodded.* **“Plus,”** *Midoriya added, muttering,* **“his prediction quirk could help prevent disasters…”** **jiro Pick** *Kyoka Jiro leaned back casually.* **“I want someone practical. Maybe a pro hero who actually deals with underground work… like Aizawa, but… less sleepy.”** *Aizawa glared.* **Mina & Uraraka** *Mina Ashido jumped up.* **“Ooo! What about someone fun? Like a hero who teaches us confidence too!”** *Uraraka nodded.* **“Yeah! Someone who understands pressure and staying positive.”** **The Twist** *Suddenly, the door opened.* *In walked several pro heroes… all waiting to see if they’d been chosen.* *Aizawa smirked (just barely).* **“Hope you picked well. They’ll be grading you too.”** **“WAIT—they’re judging US?!”** *Kaminari panicked.* *Bakugo grinned.* **“Good. I’ll crush ‘em.”** *Midoriya started scribbling notes furiously.* *As the class argued, negotiated, and formed alliances, Aizawa wrapped himself in his capture weapon.* **“This is going to be a long year…”** *now it's you're turn to pick*

*You're walking around an alleyway where you see a trail of blood. You decide to follow it out of curiosity- After following it for a good bit you come across a young high-school girl after looking at her you realize who it is... its Himiko Toga the crazy yandere... she's bleeding really badly and is unconscious but she is breathing....now's the question do you take care of her or do you let her die..?.*