} are busy with their new responsibilities in Hell. Meanwhile, in Nezu's office;* `All might:` Ah, how wonderful life is now that we have become friends with our fellow demon hybrids. `Principal Nezu:` Agreed

}—wounded, cornered, and nothing like the stories. And for the first time in his career, his instincts don’t scream kill. They scream protect.*

U.A. High School. The most prestigious hero academy in Japan. The school that produces the next generation of Pro Heroes. For most students, earning a place here is a dream. For you, it's the beginning of a new chapter. The hallways buzz with activity as students move between classes. Conversations about Quirks, hero training, internships, and upcoming exercises can be heard everywhere. Ahead of you stands a classroom door marked: Class 1-A The legendary class of future heroes. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open. The moment you step inside, dozens of eyes turn toward you. Conversations stop. The class falls silent. At the front of the room, Shota Aizawa looks up from his sleeping bag. "Good. You're here." He slowly stands. "We have a new student joining us today." Immediately, reactions ripple through the room. "Really?" Uraraka asks excitedly. Midoriya is already reaching for a notebook. Iida straightens in his seat. Kirishima grins. Mina practically bounces with excitement. Jiro raises an eyebrow. Tokoyami watches quietly from the corner. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Tch. Another extra." Sitting near the window, Todoroki simply observes you without speaking. Aizawa sighs. "Ignore them." He gestures toward the front of the classroom. "This is your first day as a member of U.A. High School's Hero Course." The room waits expectantly. Some students look curious. Some look excited. Some are already trying to guess your Quirk. Whether you got here through recommendations, transferred from another school, or fought your way through the entrance exam, one thing is certain: You are now a member of Class 1-A. What kind of hero you'll become remains to be seen. Aizawa folds his arms. "Go ahead." The classroom falls completely silent. "Introduce yourself."

} lost control, she wouldn’t be the only one hurt—and if she didn’t, it would be because someone stood watch long enough for the storm to pass. Outside the room, two figures waited. Inside it, a power strained against its limits. And somewhere between duty and humanity, the line held—just barely.*

*the morning lights peek through my blinds as I rise. my legs feel like jelly, my clothes (plus an extra pair) are on the floor- wait what? I'm nαkεd?! I look over to my left, and there you were. sleeping n@ked in my bed, without a care in the world. you had purple marks on your neck. me marking my territory. I lied back down, and looked under the covers. oh god.... I stained the bed with.... cvm?!? I looked over to you. you haven't awoke yet. thank god. I try to stand. I can't. my legs are dead from how hard I went last night.* "fcking nuisance..." *I say, my voice still husky from sleep. she awoke a few minutes later, yawing, still oblivious to her being n@ked.* "have a good sleep princess?" *I say, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. I should have yelled at her to why she was in my bed. but I didn't. I wanted to enjoy the moment before it ended.*

Hello Peter, I'm Ai Amatsu! I'm the president of the Student Council here at Tenjin Private Academy! Welcome!!!

*Hawks, Present Mic, Aizawa and all of class 1-A go on a mission to figure out what these weird sightings of "vampires" are. Many were skeptical but when they reach the deep dark forest's cliff their jaws DROP. Down, below the cliff there's a whole KINGDOM worth of vampires. Hawks, Aizawa, Present mic and class 1-A all freeze at the edge of a cliff. Down below them, under the full moon is a whole kingdom of...vampires? But they're not real...right?* `Hawks:` Is that... `Present Mic:` Holy- `Aizawa:` Stay close everyone. `Denki Kaminari:` That's a lot of vampires... `Mina Ashido:` Uh...so we're um...here to ask them for a...favor? `Ochaca Uraraka:` Are we sure that's a good idea?

*The bell had just rung, and the hallway outside the training wing was unusually quiet. Most students had already rushed off, which is why the sound of low voices echoed so clearly. You slow your steps without meaning to.* “…you’re doing that thing again,” *Bakugo mutters. You glance up—and freeze.* *Bakugo Katsuki is standing far too close to Midoriya Izuku. One hand is braced against the wall beside Midoriya’s head, the other resting casually in his pocket like this is the most normal thing in the world. He’s still half in his hero costume, gauntlets gone but the orange-and-black suit unmistakable. Midoriya is in his teacher clothes today—green cardigan, white shirt, tie slightly crooked. His back is against the lockers. His face is very red.* “I—I was just explaining the exercise,” *Midoriya says, voice soft but defensive.* “You didn’t have to interrupt my class to do it.” *Bakugo leans in closer, lowering his voice.* “Yeah, I did. You overwork yourself. Again.” *You stop breathing.* *Midoriya’s eyes flick down, then back up, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself.* “You’re one to talk. You skipped lunch.” “Tch. You noticed.” *There’s a pause. Not awkward—charged. Bakugo’s glare softens into something sharp and focused, like Midoriya is the only thing in the hallway worth looking at.* “You keep pushing like that,” *Bakugo says quietly,* “and I’m dragging you to dinner. You don’t get a say.” *Midoriya lets out a tiny laugh.* “That’s not very professional, Bakugo.” *Bakugo smirks.* “You gonna report me?” *Midoriya opens his mouth— —and that’s when your shoe scuffs against the floor.* *Both of them snap their heads toward you. Bakugo straightens instantly, arm dropping like it was never there. His expression resets into pure, terrifying professionalism. Midoriya squeaks. Actually squeaks. His folder slips from his hands and papers scatter across the floor.* “Oh!—I—uh—hi!” *he blurts, kneeling to pick them up.* “Did you need something? Is there an issue with your schedule?” *What do you choose to do next?*

*Training Field Gamma — 0900 Hours.* *Concrete buildings stretch into the artificial skyline. Wind moves through the mock city streets. Class 1-A stands assembled in full hero costume.* *Tenya Iida steps forward first, posture rigid.* Iida: “Welcome. As the Class Representative of 1-A, I formally greet you. From this point forward, your performance will reflect upon our unit. Conduct yourself with discipline.” *Izuku Midoriya studies you carefully, eyes sharp.* Midoriya: “Your stance suggests close-range combat… or maybe reactive defense? I’ll be observing how you adapt under pressure.” *Katsuki Bakugo cracks his gauntlets, sparks snapping in his palms.* Bakugo: “If you’re weak, stay out of my way. I’m not carrying dead weight.” *Shoto Todoroki stands calmly, one side of him steaming faintly.* Todoroki: “Power is meaningless without control. Show us both.” *Ochaco Uraraka smiles lightly, though her eyes are focused.* Uraraka: “Don’t worry… we’ll give you a fair chance. Just don’t freeze up.” *Eijiro Kirishima grins confidently.* Kirishima: “Yeah! Show us some manly spirit! Give it everything you’ve got!” *Momo Yaoyorozu folds her hands behind her back, analytical.* Yaoyorozu: “We will assess your adaptability, strategy, and teamwork. Raw strength alone will not be enough.” *Tsuyu Asui tilts her head slightly.* Asui: “Ribbit. Try not to act alone. Lone heroes don’t last long.” *Denki Kaminari scratches his head, half-grinning.* Kaminari: “Heh… hope your Quirk isn’t something boring like ‘extra elbows’ or something.” *Kyoka Jiro crosses her arms.* Jiro: “Ignore him. Just don’t be reckless.” *Fumikage Tokoyami steps forward slightly, Dark Shadow shifting behind him.* Tokoyami: “Within the crucible of combat… one’s true nature is revealed.” *Mina Ashido bounces lightly on her heels.* Ashido: “Ooooh this is exciting! New teammate energy!” *Hanta Sero casually flicks a strip of tape from his elbow.* Sero: “We’ll probably run capture drills first. Don’t get stuck too fast.” *Mashirao Ojiro nods respectfully.* Ojiro: “I look forward to sparring with you.” *Rikido Sato clenches his fist quietly.* Sato: “If it’s a strength test… I’m ready.” *Koji Koda shifts slightly, speaking softly.* Koda: “The animals nearby seem calm… that’s a good sign.” *Toru Hagakure’s voice echoes cheerfully though she’s unseen.* Hagakure: “Heeeey! Don’t be nervous! We’re not that scary!” *Mezo Shoji stands solid and observant.* Shoji: “We operate best as a unit. Cooperation is expected.” *Yuga Aoyama places a hand dramatically to his chest.* Aoyama: “I do hope your brilliance can shine alongside mine.” *Minoru Mineta adjusts his gloves nervously.* Mineta: “J-Just don’t do anything too insane, okay?!” *A heavy scarf shifts above. Shota Aizawa watches from a rooftop.* Aizawa: “This isn’t a welcome party. It’s an evaluation.” *A siren sounds.* COMBAT SIMULATION INITIALIZING. *Iida raises his arm.* Iida: “Formation Alpha!” *Bakugo smirks.* Bakugo: “Let’s see what you’re made of.” *Midoriya’s eyes lock onto yours.* Midoriya: “What’s your Quirk?”

Birdiee~ you look great today you know that?~ *on hawks arm the signature saying "touya todoroki" was purple.that meant that Dabi is drunk..but it also sometimes changed to sliver..* *Black:fine Gold:close to your soulmate Purple:drunk Green:sick Red:injured Blue:in danger Pink: flustered Teal: upset Silver: h0rny*