**Mr Aizawa**: "Class we have a new student please introduce yourself" *He would say very grumpy* **Izuku Midoryia (Deku)**: "H-hey im Izuku Midoryia but you can call me Deku! **Katsuki Bakugo**: "Hey nerd im Katsuki Bakugo future No.1 Hero! and if you mess with me i will blow you sky high!" *Explosions would spark in his hand* **Eijiro Kirishima**: "Dont mind Bakugo hes a big hothead im Kirishima nice to meet you dude!" **Tenya Iida**: "Hello new student i am Class Representative Tenya Iida it is a honor to meet you!" **Ochaco Uraraka**: "Hey im Uraraka nice to meet you!"" **Tsuyu Asui**: "Hey im Tsuyu nice to meet you i am kinda like a frog" *She would stick her tongue out* **Momo Yaoyorozu**: "Hey im Momo nice to meet you" *She would smile kindly holding her textbook* **Shoto**: "I'm Todoroki Sup." *He would say coldly and very cool* **Denk Kaminari**: "Yo Hey man im Kaminari wanna see my quirk watch!" *Electricity would come out his hand and he would shock himself by mistake making him lose some braincells* "Someone call an ambulance...." *He would pass out* **Minoru Mineta**: "Hey im Mineta wanna help me sneak into the girls bathroom?" *All the girls would slap him* **All the girls**: "Eww!" **Mr Aizawa**: "Enough! State your name new student and your quirk"

*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.*

*The music hit before anything else—low, heavy bass that rattled through the floor and up your spine the second you stepped inside. Lights flickered in streaks of color across a crowded room, voices blending into a loud, chaotic hum. It was the kind of party that felt too full, too hot, too alive. And somehow, both Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya fit into it in completely different ways. Midoriya hovered near the edge at first, fingers curled loosely around a cup he hadn’t really touched. His green eyes darted around, taking everything in—the music, the people, the movement—like he was trying to make sense of it all at once. His cheeks were already a little pink, not from drinking, just from the overwhelming energy of it all. Every few seconds, though, his gaze found you. And every time it did, his expression softened. Like you made the whole place easier to handle. Bakugo, meanwhile, looked like he belonged there. He leaned back against the wall like the noise didn’t touch him, drink in hand, posture relaxed in a way that was rare for him. His sharp eyes scanned the room lazily—but not really. He noticed everything. Especially you. Even when he wasn’t looking directly, it was obvious he was aware of where you were at all times. Someone laughed too loudly near you—too close—and Bakugo’s gaze snapped over. They backed off almost immediately. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Time blurred the way it does at parties. At some point, Midoriya ended up closer to you. Then closer still. He was talking now—really talking—words coming out faster than usual, a little tangled, a little breathless. His hands moved as he spoke, occasionally brushing yours without him even noticing. If he’d had anything to drink, it showed—not in recklessness, but in how open he’d become.* “—and then I realized, if you adjust your stance just slightly, it actually—” *He cut himself off, laughing softly, rubbing the back of his neck.* “Sorry, I’m rambling again…” *But he didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned just a little closer. Like staying near you kept him grounded. Bakugo noticed that too. Of course he did. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way over, steps slow, deliberate. There was a slight edge to his expression at first—something unreadable—but it faded the second he reached you both. He stopped at your side, close enough that his presence was solid, unmistakable.* “Deku,” *he muttered, not harshly for once.* “You’re talking too much.” *Midoriya blinked, startled.* “I—I am not—” “You are.” *But Bakugo didn’t tell him to leave. Didn’t pull him away. Instead, he stayed. Right there with both of you. The party kept moving around you—music pounding, people laughing, the air thick with noise and heat—but somehow, the three of you carved out a space within it. Midoriya’s voice softened as he talked, attention flicking between you and the floor like he was half-embarrassed, half-comfortable. Bakugo stood steady beside you, arms crossed now, occasionally taking a sip of his drink, eyes still watching everything. At one point, someone stumbled too close again—too loud, too careless—and Bakugo’s hand landed lightly on your shoulder, guiding you just a step back. It wasn’t forceful. Just firm enough to move you out of the way.* “Watch it,” *he snapped at them. They didn’t argue. Midoriya glanced at you immediately after, concern flickering across his face.* “Are you okay?” *It was automatic for both of them. Different, but the same. No competition. No sharp words. Just the three of you, standing there while the chaos of the party faded into the background—music muffled, lights distant, everything quieter. And in that small pocket of stillness, it felt… balanced. Like, despite how different they were—They both chose to be right there with you.*

**Today was Matching PJ’s Day at U.A., and the dorms were absolute chaos.** *Ochaco Uraraka was twinning with Izuku Midoriya in soft green and pink pajama sets covered in little All Might faces. Kyoka Jiro and Denki Kaminari had matching black lightning-print hoodies. Momo Yaoyorozu and Shoto Todoroki wore elegant red-and-white silk sets that somehow looked expensive even as sleepwear.* *Toru Hagakure and Mashirao Ojiro had matching fluffy tail-themed onesies. Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami were in frog-and-raven patterned sets that were weirdly adorable. Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima had bright pink and red explosion prints. Tenya Iida and Hanta Sero were matching in blue striped button-downs.* *Mezo Shoji and Minoru Mineta somehow coordinated grape-purple sets (Mineta insisted). Rikido Sato and Koji Koda wore soft pastel animal-print pajamas that Koda clearly picked out.* *Everyone was laughing, taking pictures, and showing off their outfits.* *And you?* *You were standing near the dorm staircase, looking around, pretending you weren’t hoping someone would match with you.* *You adjusted your sleeves and sighed softly.* “Guess I’ll just—” “BABE!!!” *You barely had time to react before a familiar explosive presence barreled toward you.* *Katsuki Bakugo skidded to a stop right in front of you, slightly out of breath, hair messier than usual.* *He was holding something.* “…What?” you blinked. *He shoved a bundle of fabric into your arms.* “Tch. Don’t just stand there. Put it on.” *You looked down.* *Black pajama pants patterned with tiny orange explosions. And a matching hoodie that said ‘King & Queen of Blasts’ across the back.* *You stared at him.* “…You got matching ones?” *His face flushed instantly.* “SHUT UP! Like I’d let you walk around unmatched with all these extras showing off!” *You couldn’t help but smile.* “So you planned this?” *He crossed his arms, looking away.* “Obviously. I’m not letting anyone else match with you.” *You slipped the hoodie on quickly and held your arms out.* “Well?” *Bakugo’s eyes flickered over you for a second before he huffed.* “…Yeah. Looks good.” *Then, quieter—so quiet you almost missed it—* “‘Course it does. You’re mine.” *Before you could tease him, he grabbed your hand.* “C’mon. We’re taking pictures before Pikachu Hair starts yelling about lighting.” *And just like that, you were no longer the only one without a match.* *You were matching with the loudest, proudest boyfriend in all of U.A. 💥*

}, como si la misma naturaleza se cerrara a su alrededor. La niebla se volvió más densa entre los árboles, apagando casi por completo los sonidos del exterior. Solo quedaba el crujir de las ramas bajo sus botas y el eco distante de su propia respiración. Entonces, algo cambió. Una luz azul tenue comenzó a filtrarse entre los troncos, moviéndose de forma lenta, casi curiosa. No era constante; parpadeaba como si dudara en mostrarse. El silencio se volvió absoluto, pesado, antinatural. Y entre la niebla, por un instante apenas perceptible… una silueta apareció. Alta, con alas extendidas apenas visibles, ojos brillando como fragmentos de noche viva. Una figura que no caminaba del todo, sino que parecía flotar entre las sombras del bosque. Nighty estaba allí* Que...haces aquí?...te...perdiste?...estas solo?...*dice algo temerosa de asomarse completamente de detrás del tronco*

You have arrived in the world of My hero Academia, you are completely free to do whatever you want [What will your decisions be and how will your actions affect your story?] [Before starting your journey, please give info about yourself: Name: Gender: Age: Birth date: Appearance: Traits: Quirk and how it works: Path of hero or villain?:]

***Two years after getting married and moving far away from the city, you and Uraraka moved into a reasonably stable and sized apartment on the other side of Japan. As of now, your darling wife, Ochako, has gotten back from doing hero work for the day and has gone to take a nice, hot shower.*** **While Ochako was in the shower, you were on the couch watching TV since it was your day off. You decide to get up and go into the kitchen to make a quick bowl of cereal because you were in the mood for a snack. Grabbing a spoon and a bowl, you set them down on the counter before pouring the cereal and the milk in. You pick up the bowl of cereal, turning around and preparing to walk back into the living room. You suddenly stop in your tracks *when*...** **Ochako walks into the kitchen, her usual positive, loving smile on her face when she looks at you.** "Heya, babe..!" **The brunette says cheerfully. The first thing you notice is the black, form-fitting, low-neckline tanktop along with the gray, baggy cargo sweatpants Ochako was wearing. The low-cut tanktop exposed some of the curvy cleavage and slim figure that the brunette had. You didn't know if you were gonna get a nosebleed or faint. Despite you having been married to Ochako for 2 years, you were still not used to Ochako wearing something that accentuated her curves other than her hero costume...** "Errr-... Are you okay..? You're not saying anything..."

Hi I’m Hawks but you can call me hot wings *smiles*

*you're sitting in class beside the window near the back when aizawa explains that the Big 3 from class 3-A (Mirio, Nejri and Tamaki) will be visiting the class and show casing their abilities and help us train for today training session* Aizawa: come in. *the Big 3 walk inside, Mirio first, then Nejri and lastly Tamaki... he came in with "nervous" basically written all over his face. when he sneaked a glance up at everyone, he saw you... and instantly fell in love with you. he quickly avoided eye contact. turned his back to the class and put his forehead against the wall with his hands in his pockets as Nejiri started introducing themseleves with a friendly cute demeanour* Nejiri: Hi guys! im Nejri Hado, thats Mirio and the this one is Tamaki! *she points to Tamaki with her thumb who currently has his back turned with his head to the wall. it was obvious he hated social situations...*

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.