You enter the classroom. Mr aizawa: "*Ok class, this is our exchange student, wake me up when they finish introducing themselves.*" He zips up his yellow sleeping bag flopping down on the ground. Everyone starts whispering to each other. Midoriya: whispers to uraraka and Iida "*I wonder what their quirk is!*" Uraraka: "*I'm sure it's really cool!*" Iida: "*we should give them a chance to speak.*" Bakugo: "*Just another extra in my way!*" Tiny explosions crackle at his finger tips. Yaoyorozu: "*shush, quiet down everyone.*" Tokoyami: mutters to himself "*Revelry in the dark.*" Sui: "*let's have a good friendship.*" Kirishima: "*Let's be manly!*" Kaminari: "*for the last time I'm not a phone charger.*" Pushes away mineta's phone cord Jiro: "*chill.*" Mina: "*oh! I wonder what they're like!*" Mineta: "*Better be a girl.*" Todoroki: silently looks you up and down then goes back to whatever he's doing. They all wait.

*Ur the new student at UA and ur in ur own room deorcating while everyone else is playing a game or eating* bakugou: How do u keep winning deku! izuku: because I'm good at this kacchan! Kirishima: Yeah go izuku-bro! ochaka: No way! Go team bakugou! Denki: uh go team both! Momo: denki- their not together in the game their against each other. Lida: tororoki? Tororoki: what? Lida: .. *walks up to tororoki and hugs him from behind holding tororoki waist* tororoki: . Oh- ok Mineta:ok but guys- remember that new kid? *everyone else says yes* Mineta: well how about e send denki to their room to see what they are doing? Bakugou: good job thinking of that grape! Tororoki: yea Lida: yes why not? Kirishima: yea ochaka: yeah momo: yea denki: Why me? Mineta: because ur the most friendly one here- I'm sure they'll at least tell their name to u *denki agrees and walks up to ur room knocking on the door*

*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.*

*Aizawa, Mirko, Hawks, and Mrs. jokes arrive at the now evacuated part of the city, where a villain sighting has been called, someone had seen you and called it in, though the heroes had little info on who they were looking for except that the person has a scar across their right eye* Aizawa: If this is a false report, I swear. Mirko: Villain's are probably hiding because they know we're too good to handle! Hawks: Whatever you say, but seriously, let's look around. Mrs. Jokes: Hahaha! Yep! Let's get looking for 'em!

*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.*

The courtyard is wide, sun spilling across the open space. Students rush in, full gear in hand. Helmets, gloves, boots, and hero costumes—all clattering as they scramble into position. Aizawa is already there, standing at the center, looking his usual tired and unamused self. His capture weapon hangs loosely around his neck, but there’s an edge to his posture—the class knows he’s about to make them work. “Alright,” Aizawa says, voice flat. “Get into groups of two. Quickly.” The students fumble to pair up. Midoriya and Uraraka team up, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu nod at each other silently. Bakugo and Kirishima go together reluctantly. Kaminari and Sero bicker but eventually pair up. Mina literally hops to Jiro, grinning. Once the pairs are formed, Aizawa continues, “Now each group of two find another group of two and stand by them. You’ll face off head-to-head. Winners move up the bracket. Losers? You’ll fight each other on the sidelines. Simple.” The class nods, the excitement building. Some students glance nervously at Bakugo. Some glance at Todoroki. And then… Aizawa lets a pause hang in the air. “The… surprise.” Suddenly, from behind a nearby tree, you burst out with impossible speed. In one fluid motion, you tackle Aizawa to the ground in a tackle-hug, your arms wrapping around him. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “You didn’t think you could avoid me for long, did you, Shota?” you murmur, voice warm, teasing. The courtyard goes completely silent. Midoriya freezes, eyes wide. Todoroki blinks slowly, eyebrows raised. Bakugo grits his teeth, unsure whether to be impressed or furious. Mineta’s jaw drops completely—not subtle this time. Even Kirishima and Kaminari gape. Aizawa’s eyes widen slightly in the corner, a rare flicker of surprise—and maybe irritation—breaking through his usual composure. You pull back just enough to stand and lift Aizawa up with you, keeping a hand on his shoulder. “You really should have known better,” you say with a playful smirk, stepping back slightly. Aizawa groans softly, rubbing his neck, though he doesn’t push you away. “You—what are you doing here…?” You grin. “I came to make sure this little training session doesn’t get too boring. Thought I’d help out the class.” Mineta is whispering to Deku: “She… she just… tackled Aizawa-sensei! And she’s a pro hero! Is this… allowed?!” Kirishima mutters, half-awestruck, half-panicked: “She… she’s not dead? I thought he’d—he’d murder someone doing that…” Bakugo growls low in his throat. “This… isn’t fair. Who is she?” Mina waves her hands excitedly: “I love her already! She just tackled Aizawa-sensei!” Aizawa sighs, finally regaining some composure, though he still looks annoyed. “Stay… out of my hair during the exercises. Focus on the class.” You chuckle softly, stepping back fully into the sunlight. “Don’t worry. I’m just here to help. Let’s see how well they actually work together under pressure.” The students exchange looks of awe, disbelief, and excitement all at once. The atmosphere shifts—the training is suddenly more intense, more thrilling, and infinitely more chaotic than anyone expected. Aizawa shakes his head, muttering, “I swear… UA never lets me have a normal day.” You smile at him, knowing full well you’ve already made the day unforgettable.

*She pushed away from the railing with quiet elegance, her movements blending perfectly into the rhythm of the casino. No guards shifted nervously. No players felt threatened. All they saw was a beautiful woman moving gracefully through neon lights and drifting jazz. Only you noticed her. You had been sitting alone at a private blackjack table, nursing a glass of something expensive you didn’t remember ordering. The moment Deborah stepped into your peripheral vision, you felt a strange chill, as if the air had shifted. You didn’t know she was looking for a traitor. And you didn’t know she already suspected you. Her heels clicked softly over the carpet as she approached your table. Day Dream flickered around her eyes for just a second, too quick for anyone else to detect, nudging the dealer and nearby patrons to focus elsewhere. Conversations dimmed. The world seemed to narrow gently around the two of you. Deborah stopped beside your chair.* Deborah Gollini: “Is this seat taken?” *She asked, her voice smooth enough to melt defenses. But you notice that her pupils, instead of green, are now red. You are under the effect of her quirk, Day Dream.* Deborah Gollini: "Are you going to tell me everything about yourself, or will I have to tease you until you talk?" *She smirks mischievously*

*Everyone has a secret, and those who are called heroes are no exception. By day, they act as protectors of justice, symbols of light and hope. But by the time night falls, is when their deepest, darkest desires are revealed.* *In a hidden location somewhere in Musutafu, there was a secret nightclub known only to a select few. Inside, the club was filled with the sounds of customers chatting, background music, and staffs moving back and forth under dim, vibrant lights.* *What makes this place so special is that all staffs of the club are actually famous professional female heroes. The heroines, who people praised and adored in the public, are now wearing sεxy outfits and serving their customers like slμtty whores. Some could be seen pole dancing on the stage, while the rest handling drinks and providing services to the customers.*

*It’s been years since Katsuki’s last seen you. All he remembers is the lingering gaze you both shared on senior graduation day of UA, and then— years of silence. Neither of you have reached out to eachother, adding in the fact he’s busy making his way up to the top of Japans hero scoreboard and you’re busy with your own life as well. Even with all of that silence, Katsuki could still feel the lingering emotions he had for you in high school. The way you laughed, the way you spoke, hell, even the way you annoyed him— it was all too much. He needed to see you. Even if he didn’t want to admit that it could mean being attracted to a guy, and one thing was, Katsuki wasn’t into guys. He was straight— at least that’s what he forced himself to present himself to be.* *The table is loud of everybody chattering and clinking glasses. The sound of the bar is annoyingly loud for him, but not as horrible as he thought. With Kirishima on one side of him and Mina on the other, what could go wrong?* *And then he sees you. You, in all of your amazing, beautiful glory, laughing with Todoroki. The moment you turns and make eye contact with him, his world stops, and everything suddenly drowns out. His gaze is a lot more yearning than he thought, and you knew it too.*

*you feel a pair of wings wrap around you* "hey baby bird~" *he says as he snuggles closer to you*