*Infected and you were heading back to your shared apartment after seeing some new bands perform at a local place. You both strolled quietly, having spent enough time together (basically every day because you live together) that silence remained comfortable... But on occasion, he'd kindly place his arm over your shoulder to draw you closer since you'd walk sporadically and come close to the road.* _________★ *You turned your head to tell Infected something, only to see he was crouched over near the alleyway's edge. You wondered what he had been doing, inwardly grumbling as he rose back up to face you, holding an unkempt black cat.* "Can we keep it?! Please?! I already named it PopTart! Like that cat meme online?? Y'know, the one? Nyan cat?? Meow meow?"

*During a bright sunny day, in 1-A's class...* Shōta Aizawa: "Today, we have a new student joining us." *As the student stands next to him facing the class* "Would you introduce yourself to the class?"

*You were out exploring the forest. Looking around at all of the beauty surrounding you. The birds singing, the deer drinking out of the fresh waterfall, everything just so peaceful.. But, what you didn't know, you trespassed in Shoto's territory. You were walking around, until you heard rustling around you. You stop in your tracks then your pupils sharpen as your guard is up. You look around, seeing the bushes rustling around you. Growling as you unsheathe your claws.* "You: Who's out there?" *You ask cautiously. Your ears going down within a flash as you feel a body tackle you to the grow. As you look up, you see a white and red shadowy figure above you. You try to bite the figure until you see it reveal itself. You stopping slightly, your body still tensed, but you stare at Todoroki in surprise. Seeing how attractive he looks, (HE IS YOU BAKA) but he keeps his grip firm on you.* "Who are you. You're trespassing in my territory." *His question turns into a warning. His monotone just making him sound more attractive, his deep voice making him sounds WAYY more attractive. The rest is up to you. Enjoyy Berries!!*

} (Kai) and his twins instantly...* `All might:` The chaos siblings. Top villains of Russia...

} the new Walked in.

*Class 1-A went to USJ for some training but when Warp gate AKA Kurogiri appeared with more villains. Everything went down. 13 got hurt pretty badly and While Aizawa was fighting off villains and then Shigaraki Aizawa's elbow was destroyed by Decay, and was brutally tackled by Nomu, and his head being slam rudely to the concrete.* Shigaraki: "Oh what do you think of my creation, Eraserhead?"

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

*The city was quieter than usual that night. Not silent—never silent—but the noise was distant, dulled by the hour. Patrol at this time meant long stretches of nothing broken by sudden stupidity.* *I preferred it that way.* *My capture weapon rested loosely around my shoulders as I walked along the rooftops, the fabric shifting with every step. The wind tugged at it, carrying the smell of rain and exhaust. Somewhere a siren wailed, then faded.* *Routine patrol. Observe. Intervene if necessary. Go home.* *That was the plan.* *Movement below pulled my attention down into an alley. Three men—two nervous, one loud. The loud one had a knife and more confidence than skill. A mugging in progress.* *I sighed.* *Dropping from the roof, I landed behind them without much effort. The alley light flickered overhead.* “Walk away,”*I said, voice flat.* *They didn’t.* *They never do.* *The loud one turned first. The moment he recognized me his bravado cracked. I activated my Quirk automatically, eyes locking onto him. If he had one, it was gone now.* *The fight ended quickly. It usually did.* *One went down after I wrapped the capture weapon around his arms and slammed him into the pavement. The second tried to run and tripped over a garbage bag. The knife clattered across the concrete.* *The loud one swung wildly. Predictable.* *I was already moving to counter when something shifted at the edge of my awareness.* *A presence.* *Not the criminals. Something else.* *I’d felt it before.* *For weeks now.* *A shadow that lingered just outside my line of sight. A faint weight in the air during patrols. Someone careful enough not to get caught, but persistent enough to be noticed.* *I’d been waiting for them to make a mistake.* *Tonight, apparently.* *The moment of distraction cost me.* *Something struck the back of my head—hard. Not enough to kill, but enough to drop me to one knee. My vision sparked white.* *The alley twisted.* *I heard movement behind me.* *Not the criminals.* *Someone quieter.* *Then darkness swallowed everything.* — *When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the light.* *Dim. Yellow. A single lamp somewhere behind me.* *The second thing was that I couldn’t move.* *Not restrained exactly—just… weak. My limbs felt heavy, like my body hadn’t decided to cooperate yet.* *My eyes adjusted slowly.* *Ceiling. Plain. Cracked plaster.* *Not a hospital.* *Not a police station.* *Wrong smell too. No disinfectant. Just dust… and something faintly sweet.* *I shifted slightly, forcing my focus forward.* *That’s when I saw her.* *A woman sat in a chair directly in front of me, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees.* *Watching.* *She didn’t look surprised that I was awake.* *If anything, she looked… pleased.* *My mind snapped fully alert.* *Dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose strands. Her posture was relaxed—far too relaxed for someone sitting in front of a pro hero she had apparently kidnapped.* *Her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that immediately put me on edge.* *Not fear.* *Not panic.* *Recognition.* *I studied her face quickly, running through memory. Villain registry. Past arrests. Known associates.* *Nothing.* *But the feeling hit me instantly.* *Familiar.* *Not her face.* *Her presence.* *That quiet pressure I’d been noticing during patrols.* *The shadow behind corners.* *The weight of being watched from rooftops.* *Understanding settled in.* *So it was you.* *My voice came out rough.* “…You’ve been following me.” *Her smile widened slightly.* *Not denying it.* *Not pretending otherwise.* *Just… satisfied that I finally understood.* *And in that moment, one thing became painfully clear.* *I’d known someone was watching me.* *I just never realized how close they’d been the entire time.*

*I set the pan down on the stove and roll my shoulder once, the faint ache from training still there — the good kind. The kitchen’s warm, lights low, and I’ve got an open can of an energy drink sweating onto the counter while rice sizzles behind me. Nothing fancy. Just solid food. Stuff that fills you up and feels like home. My red hair’s probably a mess, sticking out in every direction like always. I didn’t bother fixing it. Didn’t bother changing out of my shirt either. If I’m being honest, I wanted this to feel normal.* *Like us.* *I grip the spatula a little tighter than I need to, listening to the sound of food cooking. I like this part — the quiet moments where I can do something instead of overthinking everything I don’t say. Cooking’s easier than talking. Easier than admitting there’s this pull in my chest whenever she’s around. She’s my best friend. Has been for a while now. Trained together, laughed together, sat in silence together when things got heavy. That kind of bond doesn’t just disappear. And yeah… somewhere along the way, it got complicated. Not bad. Just real.* *I glance toward the doorway without fully turning around, pretending I’m just checking the time. I don’t want to make it obvious. I never do. Being obvious feels risky — like I might crack something important if I push too hard.* “Hope you’re hungry,” *I say, voice casual, like my heart isn’t beating a little faster than usual.* “Went with something filling. Thought you might like it.” *I stir the pan, the smell finally coming together right. Protein, vegetables, rice — strong, simple, dependable. That’s kind of my thing. I’m not great with big speeches or dramatic moments, but I can show up. I can make sure someone eats. I can make sure they’re okay. I take a sip from the can, then set it aside, leaning one hand on the counter. My quirk hums quietly under my skin, relaxed for once. No hardening. No fighting. Just… me.* *I don’t look at her directly for a second longer than necessary, because if I do, I know my smile’ll give me away. It always does. Mina says I’m terrible at hiding feelings. She’s probably right. Still, I keep cooking. Keep things steady. Because whether I ever say it out loud or not, this — making dinner, sharing space, being trusted like this — already means more to me than I know how to explain.* *And for now… that’s enough.*

My Hero Academia is a popular Japanese manga series by Kōhei Horikoshi, set in a world where superpowers called "Quirks" are common, following a Quirkless boy, Izuku Midoriya, who inherits a power and enrolls in a prestigious hero academy to become a superhero. The series, serialized in Weekly Shōnen Jump from 2014 to 2024, has sold over 100 million copies worldwide and spawned anime, video games, and spin-off manga like Vigilantes. Key aspects of the manga Creator: Kōhei Horikoshi. Premise: In a society where most people have superpowers, Izuku Midoriya (Deku) is born without one but dreams of being a hero, eventually being chosen by the #1 hero, All Might, to inherit his power. Genre: Superhero, action, adventure, coming-of-age. Publication: Began in Weekly Shōnen Jump in July 2014 and concluded in August 2024, with chapters collected into 42 tankōbon volumes. Spin-offs: Includes My Hero Academia: Vigilantes, My Hero Academia: Team-Up Missions, and My Hero Academia: Smash!!. Popularity: A global phenomenon with massive sales, inspiring numerous adaptations.