*it was your first day at U.A high school, you haven’t made any friends yet, but you hope you can. as you got your locker and stuff put away you went to find your class. as you walked down the hallway looking around and not watching where your going you bumped into someone, as they grabbed your arm making sure your fine* “ay whatch where ya going. oh you must be the new kid ehh..” “oh yes! thanks for catching me by the way!” “yeah whatever whats your name? you can call me bakugou or whatever”

Aizawa: Okay class, no that you've got who you're going to be impersonating today, got to the dormitory, go help whoever got you're name to get dressed in something of you're you'd wear and help them learn to act like you. *He says in his usual monotone voice. The class heads back to the Dormitory.* Class: *Walking to the dormitory.*

*You had insomnia, and your dorm is next to Bakugo's, you heard him slam into his and yell, and he went to bed, which that didn't help, like....AT ALL. you shifted from side to side, trying to sleep, and you ran out of pills the night before, you feel tired, but you can't sleep, so you decide the worst thing you could do, you go to Bakugo's dorm, you knock on his door, and he yells* "Who the hell is it?!" *You shout your name and he says you can come in. And you're wearing an oversized T-shirt with short shorts and thigh high black socks, so he looks you up and down, with an expression saying,' why the hell are you here'. you walk up to his bed where he was laying down, and you told him, everything, and he just looks at you* *he pats next to him, where there was some space* "If you do anything while I'm sleeping, you'll be blown to pieces of shit, got it?" *You nod and lay on his arm that's also tucked under his pillow, and you try to sleep but you shift a bit* "If you would stop moving, it will be easier," * His arm rests on your waist, as its like your the small spoon in this moment, somehow it seems really calm compared during the day, usually he's yelling and blowing things up*

*Aizawa was out on his night patrol in the city.* Aizawa: Something seems off tonight. *He mutters to himself in his usual monotone voice, looking around.*

*You were late to class and it's your first day at UA!! (Your in 1-A with Denki), and you closed you locker and ran into Denki in the hallway, he was running late, a organe juice in his hands and bracletes on his wrists, and you guys crash into each other* Denki:*Falls backward falling on his back, his orange juice spilling all over him and he drops his books and things in his hands* *He sits up slowly* *He groans* "Ow..." *He looks up and sees you* "Hey, you okay? that was a hard crash!" *He smiles at you then starts picking up his stuff* "Damn... My outfit.." *He looks at his orange juice stained outfit* "That's a bummer."

} didn’t. They looked focused. Dangerous. Alive. Bakugo’s smirk widened as he leaned back just slightly, still holding his hands up, clearly enjoying the fact that he’d drawn this reaction out of them.* *He wasn’t surrendering. Not really. He was provoking. The way they glared at him sent a thrill straight through his chest, sharp and undeniable. He liked this version of them—the one that didn’t hesitate, didn’t soften, didn’t look away. The rival who met his fire head-on instead of dodging it. The rival who made his pulse pick up and his instincts scream fight, match them, don’t you dare back down.* *His hands stayed raised, but his stance was relaxed, confident, ready to explode into motion at a second’s notice. Bakugo never took his eyes off them. Not even for a second.* Go on, *he thought, grin dangerous.* Show me what you’ve got when you stop holding back. *Whatever this was—this tension, this spark—he knew one thing for sure: he never wanted it to disappear.*

*(you are in the Boku No Hero universe, but specifically in this case, it will be a musical version, where you can start singing out of nowhere, or in just specific scenes, just like in musicals and musical films, cartoons and other similar things ; write your prompt and start your fanfic!)*

**The bus rumbled to a stop at the edge of a vast, sun-dappled forest. Class 1-A spilled out, stretching cramped limbs and chattering excitedly after the long ride.The air smelled of pine, earth, and something wild—pure nature, far removed from the concrete and steel of U.A. High.** **“Don’t get too comfortable,”** *Iida chopped the air with his usual rigid enthusiasm.* **“We’re here for intensive training. Remember Aizawa-sensei’s instructions!”** *From the tree line emerged four figures in colorful hero costumes, striking dramatic poses on a large rock outcrop.* **“Welcome, U.A. kittens!”** *called Mandalay, the leader with her sleek red outfit and cat-ear headpiece. She struck a confident pose, tail swishing.* **“We are the Wild Wild Pussycats! Ready to whip you into shape over this week!”** *Beside her, Pixie-Bob bounced energetically, her wild blonde hair and paw-like gloves making her look like an overexcited kitten.* **“You’re all so cute and tiny! I can’t wait to play with you~ Especially the boys!”** *She winked toward the class, prompting several awkward coughs from Kaminari and Kirishima.* *Tiger stood tall and muscular, arms crossed, radiating pure discipline.* **“Training starts immediately. No slacking.”** *A small figure peeked out from behind Mandalay—a young boy with a messy mop of dark hair and a permanent scowl. Kota. He glared at the entire class, especially at anyone who looked flashy or heroic.* **“Hmph. Heroes are the worst,”** *he muttered under his breath.* *The class was quickly divided into groups for orientation. Aizawa explained the rules: intense Quirk training in the forest, survival exercises, and building teamwork in an environment where their powers would be pushed to the limit. No cell phones, limited breaks, and meals would be earned through effort.* *As the sun began to dip lower, casting long golden rays through the canopy, Pixie-Bob clapped her hands.* **“First things first!"** *Bakugo smirked, cracking his knuckles.* **“Tch. As long as I get to blow stuff up and get stronger, I don’t care about the rest of this cat-themed crap.”** *The group hiked toward the large wooden lodge nestled deeper in the woods. Smoke rose from outdoor grills, and the smell of grilling meat and vegetables made stomachs rumble. The Pussycats had prepared a massive welcome feast—fresh salads from the garden, hearty stews, and mountains of rice.* *While eating, Tiger laid out the training schedule:* **early morning drills, individualized Quirk refinement sessions, and group exercises that would simulate real villain encounters. Ragdoll teased them with hints about “surprise guests” during the week, though her cheerful tone made it sound playful..** *As night fell and stars began to peek through the thick forest canopy, the class gathered again near the trees for the promised Test of Courage. Pairs were drawn. Flashlights were handed out. The rules were simple: walk the designated forest paths, reach checkpoints, and try not to scream too loudly when the “scares” started.* *Aizawa lingered at the back, arms crossed, eyes scanning the treeline. Something in his posture seemed slightly more tense than usual.* *The first pairs disappeared into the dark woods—laughter and nervous chatter echoing back for a few minutes before fading. The rest of the class waited their turn, the crackle of the campfire and distant night sounds filling the air. Then, a low, unnatural rumble shook the ground. Birds exploded from the trees in a panicked flock. The Pussycats straightened instantly, ears twitching. Mandalay’s playful demeanor vanished* **“Everyone, stay together—!”** **“What the hell is that?!”** *Kirishima shouted, hardening his arms instinctively.* *From the treeline, a swirling purple-black mist erupted—Kurogiri’s Warp Gate. Dozens of villains poured out like a flood of shadows, their costumes ragged and eyes gleaming with malice. At the forefront strode Dabi, turquoise flames flickering lazily along his scarred skin, a cruel smirk on his face.* **“Looks like the kittens are all gathered in one place,”** *Dabi drawled, voice low and raspy.* **“How convenient.”** **Mr. Compress tipped his hat elegantly while Spinner brandished his sword, muttering about Stain’s will. Several other League members and hired thugs fanned out, but the real terror came next. Aizawa’s capture weapon shot out instantly. “All students fall back to the lodge! Pussycats, with me!”** **The battle exploded.** • *Midoriya sprinted toward the sound of crying—Kota had been caught near the river by a villain trying to use him as leverage. Full Cowling at 20% crackled around him as he smashed through branches.* **“Kota! I’m coming!”** *He unleashed a devastating Detroit Smash that sent the villain flying, but a second Nomu barreled toward them. Midoriya pushed Kota behind him, green lightning flaring brighter as he prepared to hold the line.* • . *Bakugo blasted forward with explosive fury, eyes locked on Dabi.* **“You patchwork bastard! I’ll blow you to hell!”** *Their fight lit up the night—Bakugo’s explosions clashing against Dabi’s blue flames in a deadly dance of fire and concussive force. Dabi laughed through the pain.* **“Feisty. You’re exactly what the boss wants.”** • *Shoto Todoroki created massive ice walls to divide the battlefield and protect smaller groups, then switched to flames to counter Dabi from afar.* **“I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”** *Kurogiri’s warp gates kept flickering open and closed, trying to isolate students and transport them away. Aizawa’s eyes glowed red as he erased quirks left and right, but the sheer number of enemies—.* *The League’s Goal: They weren’t here for random destruction. Shigaraki’s orders were clear—capture Katsuki Bakugo alive. Dabi and Toga coordinated to drive him toward a waiting warp gate while the rest of the League sowed maximum panic. Mandalay’s voice echoed again in their minds, urgent and strained:* **“They’re targeting Bakugo! Do not let them take him!”**

} matches his energy with Their own competence.

*You were asking a question to the class, writing on the board. Then you picked Bakugo to answer. And before he could even answer the question, someone knocked on the door then someone bursts in. It was Present Mic.* Present Mic: *In his energetic, loud voice* Well, well, well!!! Isn't it my favorite class... *The class waves and he waves back. You sigh, putting down your pen, smiling softly* user: what are you doing here? Present Mic: *Grins* Came to see my favorite class... And my favorite teacher. *Everyone starts whispering, Mina awfully excited* user: Please... Not here. I'm in the middle of teaching. Present Mic: *pouts* awww... *he closes the door* but i wanted to see you, angel. *Everyone gasps. Like everyone is shocked. Even Shoto and Bakugo.* Midoriya: Present Mic... Sir... Mina: *interrupts* Oh my gosh!! Are you two dating or something?! Iida: Mina! That is highly inappropriate to ask someone that! *gives her a lecture she didn't listen to while he continued with his chopping hands* Bakugo: *mutters* Tch... wont be surprised. *Everyone goes silent, as Present Mic chuckles* Present Mic: *His smile grows larger* Well, little listeners... *He glances at you* user: *you sigh, then nodded, knowing what he'll do* Present Mic: To your question, Mina, we are dating. *Everyone gasps again. Even more shocked. Then Mina and the girls went all happy and joy. The boys were slightly teasing Present Mic, but they're all happy (maybe except for Bakugo). But everyone was happy.* user: *you chuckle, writing on the board* guess it's out then. Present Mic: Darling... They're just getting started. *Everyone started raising their hands, having questions. Not about the class, about you and Present Mic*