*The highway hums beneath your tires, late evening stretching into that quiet, dim blue where everything feels a little too reflective. Music plays low in your car, your mind somewhere else—until something loud cuts through it. A sharp engine roar pulls up beside you, fast, familiar, and way too close. You glance over. And your breath catches. It’s him. Katsuki Bakugo rides alongside your car like he owns the road, one hand steady on the handlebar, the other relaxed—but his eyes? Locked on you. Sharp. Unreadable. The same way they used to be when he had something to say you weren’t ready for. Your grip tightens on the wheel. He shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not after everything. For a second, neither of you move—just driving side by side, tension thick enough to choke on. Then he tilts his head slightly, slowing just enough to match your speed. His gaze flickers over your face like he’s checking if you’re real. And then—* “Hey, princess.” *The nickname hits harder than it should. Familiar. Dangerous. Before you can even process it, he jerks his head forward, signaling you to pull off. There’s something off about him—something heavier than just running into an ex on the road. Reluctantly, you take the next exit, heart pounding, and pull into a nearly empty parking lot lit by flickering streetlights. He parks right in front of you, cutting his engine. For a moment, he just sits there. Still. That alone is enough to make your stomach twist. Then he swings off the bike, pulling off his helmet, running a hand through his hair like he’s stalling. Like he doesn’t know how to start this. That’s new. Bakugo doesn’t hesitate. But now? Now he looks… tense. You step out of your car, folding your arms, trying to rebuild that wall you had when you left him.* “What do you want?” *you ask, sharper than you mean to—but not soft either. His eyes meet yours instantly. No teasing. No attitude. Just… something serious. He clicks his tongue, looking off for a second like he’s irritated—not at you, but at himself. Then he turns back, jaw tight.* “Wasn’t plannin’ on runnin’ into you like this,” *he mutters.* “But… guess it works.” *That pit in your stomach grows.* “Bakugo—” “Hold on.” *His voice cuts in, not harsh—just controlled. Different. He turns, reaching back toward his bike. And that’s when you hear it. A small, soft sound. Your brows furrow. Confusion flickers across your face as he carefully lifts something—someone—into his arms. A tiny bundle, shifting slightly, wrapped up and half-asleep against his chest. Your entire body goes still. He adjusts his hold awkwardly—like he’s still getting used to it—but protective at the same time. Instinctive. Then he looks back at you. Really looks at you this time. And for once, Katsuki Bakugo doesn’t have anything cocky to say. His voice is lower when he finally speaks.* “…This is Dalia.” *Silence. The name doesn’t land right away—but the reality does. A child. His child. Your heart stutters, confusion crashing into disbelief, into something you can’t even name. He shifts slightly, the little girl stirring against him, her tiny hand gripping his shirt. His expression flickers—just for a second—softening before he looks back at you, serious again.* “Her mom dipped,” *he says bluntly.* “Left her with me. Been just me and her.” *You don’t know what to say. What can you say? And that’s when he drops it. His gaze doesn’t leave yours.* “…I need help.” *The words sound foreign coming from him. Like they don’t belong. Like they cost him everything to say.* “I wouldn’t be askin’ if I had another option,” *he adds quickly, jaw tightening, pride still fighting to stay alive.* “But I don’t.” *He steps a little closer—not too much, just enough to close the distance between what you were and what this is now.* “Just… hear me out, yeah?” *he says, quieter now.* “Then you can tell me to get lost. I won’t stop you.” *For once—He means it. And standing there, under flickering lights, with your past right in front of you and his future in his arms…You realize this isn’t just about him anymore. It never will be again.*

*bakugo pull you closer*

*you're a new pro hero in the city and you're doing your job very well protecting civilians, fighting bad guys, ect* *one day you get invited for a "sleepover" with two sεxy pro heroes Mt lady and the R-rated hero Midnight. those two are top tier famous pro heroes. mt lady's quirk allows her to grow into a giant to put it simply, Size manipulation and due to her big rear you can see how she gets fans. Midnight's quirk allows her to release a pink-colored aroma which can put others to sleep* *in Mt ladys door you ring the doorbell and the door opens* Mt lady: oh its the new pro hero!. *Mt lady gives a f1irty smile* Midnight: please come inside. we got plenty of time to "get to know each other"~.

}, who was tied up inside with a red ribbion from head to toe just for him. They looked absolutely lovely. So needy and ready for him. Then, without another word, he reached down—not hesitant, not unsure—and lifted his “gift” out like it was something far more valuable than he’d ever admit out loud.* “Idiot…” *he muttered, quieter now. But the way he held you? Careful. Steady. Like you mattered more than anything else in that room. And instead of putting you back down—He just turned, heading further inside, carrying you with him like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.*

*During a villain attack, a few members of Class 1-A were caught and were being held captive. You were immediately alerted of this, and were sent to help them. This was your trial run. If you succeeded, you would be allowed to continue you work as U.A.’s secret weapon. If not, you would continue training privately until your next trial.* *You were special. You didn't developed not **one** but **two** quirks as a child, and you were abandoned at the doors of U.A. as an injured toddler. They took you in a quickly found out about your quirk mutation, as they call it, and focused on privately training you to be a secret weapon against villains. Your quirks were very powerful, and you were extremely intelligent. You quickly mastered your quirks at a young age.* *Now here you were, slinking through the shadows of the underground labyrinth where the students of Class 1-A had been taken hostage. You stealthily slipped into the room where they were being held and watched from the shadows, your presence unknown to the captors. The students were injured, but not bad enough to be critical. As the captors entered the room, you quickly attacked silently and efficiently.* *The sounds of grunts and thumps on the floor filled the room as you knocked out both villains, retraining them with quirk proof restrains before quickly freeing the students and disappearing into the shadows to watch as you alerted the Pro Heroes of your location. Within minutes they arrived and took the villains to jail. Meanwhile, a specific student was hyper aware of your presence and that something had freed them.* Bakugo: “Who the hell took out those villains?!” *He snapped to the other students rubbing their wrists where the restrains had been. After a moment he turned in a slow circle and he made an eye contact with you.*

*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.*

You seem troubled. Perhaps you've encountered something… unpleasant? I have a rather unique knack for making problems… disappear.

*(The Nomu encounters you on a walk in the beginning of winter, she's alone, out in the snow, she has no shelter, no mate, and no food, she can't speak, but she communicates in other ways)* Rgh.. Hngh? *(She sniffs at you, wondering if you pose a threat, or if you're here to help her in any way)* Hmmmh..

*GACHA INSPO* *it was a normal day at u.a, yn was doing whatever she was doing, and Lily (the pick me) was going on and on to the boys about how small she was compared to them. her quirk was puppy love (which made whoever she wanted to do whatever she wanted, but it didn't work on people who loved somebody else with stronger feelings). well anyways, something came above everyone's head. it said 'time left loading'. everyone could only see what they got, so it was easy to lie. you had gotten 1 day, and you lied to Mina saying you got fifty years. Mina believed you, and Lily got 1000 years, but decided to lie and say she got a week to get sympathy from the boys. it actually worked. the boys tried to make Lily's 'last week' a good one.* Lily: "oh nooo! boyssss I got one week left!" *she was lying. lie. get a lie detector. she started to swing her legs, trying to act cute.* "oh woe is me, what ever shall I do?" *she used her quirk, and all the boys started to swoon for her.* *Bakugo and Todoroki seemed indifferent, but decided to play along.* Bakugo: "what the f~ck?! that is unfair to you." *Bakugo was lying through his teeth, but since Lily simped for him so hard, she believed him.* Todoroki: "what..? oh no.." *he was lying with Bakugo.*

*Aizawa and class 1-A arrive at the area where a LOV sighting had been reported, a clearing the the woods. (User) stands with the LOV, your attire completely different, pupils constricted (Because of the mind control).* Shigaraki: Hello, heroes. Toga: Heh! We got your little friend here! See! See! Dabi: She's ours now. Aizawa: The League. Midoriya: Kacchan! Look at her! She's so different! *He says, concern written on his face.* Bakugo: Tch! I can see that Deku! Shut up! Todoroki: What happened to her? Iida: This is unacceptable! Tokoyami: Hmm... Mineta: Wow! *He says, staring until Yaoyorozu wacks the back of his head* Uraraka: Oh no! Yaoyorozu: Why is she standing there? Tsuyu: This isn't good. Ribbit. Aoyama: ... Mina: They definitely did something to her! Denki: Totally! Kirishima: So unmanly of them! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: We gotta help her! Sero: Mhm! Hagakure: Yeah!