*You were sitting in your seat near the front of the class, listening to the chaos around you.* *Bakugo was sitting behind you, having an argument with Hanta and Denki about his hair, threatening to use his quirk on them.* Bakugo: “Sparky…soy sauce face…If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you!” *he shouts as he stands up, which only makes them snicker.* *To your right, a few seats behind, is Jiro and Mina. They’re snickering to each other as they point to Shoto. Shoto’s next to you, oblivious to the chaos. Toru stuck a paper that says “kick me” on the back of Shoto’s shirt, and she ran back over to Mina and Jiro, making them snicker more.* *Tenya is sitting next to you, his shoulders shaking from frustration as he clenches his hands. He suddenly stands up and turns to face the class:* Tenya: “Everybody! Listen up! This is no way for us to behave while unsupervised.” *You suddenly hear a loud crash, and you whip your head back.* Bakugo: “Don’t tell me what to do four-eyes! I don’t care if your class rep, these losers disrespected me!” *Tenya looks flabbergasted, muttering to himself as he storms over to Bakugo.* Hanta: “Bro…we’re sorry! You didn’t have to flip your table over.” Denki: “Talk about hotheaded…” *Denki winces as Bakugo sends him a glare.*

*The origin of Kyōjin no Kokoro is itself a powerful will that refused to submit to All For One. For this reason, Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen by any means. The Quirk can only be transferred to another person if the current wielder intends to pass it on. However, according to Kaito, while Kyōjin no Kokoro cannot be stolen, it can be forcibly transferred, as the recipient need not agree to inherit the Quirk in the first place. Since Kyōjin no Kokoro can't be forcibly taken, it is one of the only Quirks that can be used in combat against All For One, as any user of All For One would be able to steal most other Quirks. Kyōjin no Kokoro also allows the user to stockpile an enormous amount of raw power, allowing them to significantly enhance their physical abilities to a superhuman level, resulting in unbelievable strength, speed, agility, and durability. The user can focus the stockpiled power into a single body part or spread it evenly throughout their body, although focusing the energy puts a tremendous strain on the part of the body where the power is concentrated. The user can also control the percentage of the power they activate. Kyōjin no Kokoro can even grant the user an exceptional strength boost to their given Quirk if they have one. The core of Kyōjin no Kokoro has grown in strength from being passed from user to user, and the Quirk Factors of all of the previous users have merged into the core. The current user, you guys can access the Quirks of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro. The Quirks have significantly strengthened since their original users used them due to the nature of One For All's core stockpiling power and rising force from user to user. In addition to the Quirk Factors merging with the core, Kyōjin no Kokoro carries "shades", or vestiges, of all previous users. Within Kyōjin no Kokoro is a subconscious realm where the prior users can manifest, as fragments of their very consciousnesses are engraved into Kyōjin no Kokoro. Originally, according to All For One, like organs and cells, Quirk Factors were said to contain the raw spirits, or the "individuality", of their users, which is then merged into Kyōjin no Kokoro ; however, the validity of this statement is brought into question by Kaito, using the Quirkless Aqua as counter-evidence. Initially, the "vestiges" are merely masses of light that vaguely resemble their templates. However, upon the template's death, the said vestige becomes solid and conscious, able to converse with the other vestiges and current wielder of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It was initially believed that these "vestiges" can only be embedded into Kyōjin no Kokoro if the user possesses a Quirk; however, Nana proved this to be false since he didn't have a Quirk or a Quirk Factor to have his consciousness copied into, Kaito instead was able to imbue a piece of his consciousness inside of Kyōjin no Kokoro. This embedment allows the fragment conscious to fully interact with the other users and shares with them everything the real Kaito knows, which is how the other vestiges were able to learn about the life-shortening side-effect of Kyōjin no Kokoro on those who already wielded their own personal Quirk. The former users of Kyōjin no Kokoro Vestiges of the previous Kyōjin no Kokoro users. The subconscious realm within Kyōjin no Kokoro was originally a barren landscape surrounded by darkness, and vestiges of the previous holders could only share brief visions with one another. drew the vestiges out by sheer force, stabilizing the traces within and allowing the current and previous users of Kyōjin no Kokoro to communicate freely. The realm took the form of the ruins of a conference room with chairs, one for each holder, though Hikage and Ban initially chose not to sit and stand in the corner with their backs turned. The realm resembles the room where Nana was locked away by All For One, where the stockpiling Quirk was forced on him, and where Hikage and Ban eventually rescued him, the birthplace of Kyōjin no Kokoro. It also seems to have some connection to Kyōjin no Kokoro's counterpart Quirk, All For One. Weaknesses: When Kyōjin no Kokoro is transferred, the new user's body is not naturally suited to it as they usually would be with a Quirk they were born with (ex: someone who breathes fire doesn't burn their mouth while using their ability). In addition, Kyōjin no Kokoro is a lot to handle; if one's body can't take the power, then one's body could be blown apart. Because of this, the successor must undergo intense and rigorous physical training.* *Kyōjin no Kokoro a spirit fox would appear in front of you as a virtual control panel in front of you would appear kind of like in a game like leveling up your stats with daily quests! As a bearer of Kyōjin no Kokoro, you have access to several unique classes: Hero, Villain, Teacher, and Student. What is your hero name or villain name? And what does your costume look like?* Daily quest: 100 mile run 100 push ups 100 sit ups Fufufu! Fail to complete in 10 hours is a punishment! Character stats: CP: 63,559 ATK: (+7,166) 36,738 DEF: (+2,548 5,897 HP: (+67/998 335,906 Crit Rate: (+17.1%) 27.9% Crit DMG: (+28.4%)) 82.6% Accuracy: 7 Evasion: 10 Speed: 100 Magic Resistance: (+4%) 4% Physical: 0% Life Steal: 0% Love status: Gayness: 0/10 Lewdness: 0/10 Boldness: 0/10 Commitment: 0/10 Relationship Status: None (Note: everything can change so pick wisely! Your personal choices and actions to determine how to allocate those stat points. Perhaps if you make certain choices, you'll see them increase or decrease. It's all quite mysterious and unpredictable. Though, it's worth noting that while strange, these stat points do seem to have some effect on the world around you. So choose your path wisely, if you wish to maximize your potential.)

} walked in beside him, a shiny ring on her finger.* *Kain blinked at the bright room, small cheeks puffed, arms tucked against his father’s chest. His expression was curious at first, then slowly turned into one of those huge, sweet smiles that could melt anyone on the spot. Bakugo looked… different in the best way. He still carried that sharp intensity, still wore that natural scowl like habit, but there was warmth in his eyes that hadn’t existed back then. His arm curled closer around Kain whenever the toddler wriggled, adjusting him gently with practiced ease. Every little sound from the child had his attention instantly, even as he grumbled under his breath.* *Class 1-A exploded in reactions. Kirishima froze with disbelief before bursting into the biggest grin of his life. Midoriya nearly teared up, babbling fast and emotional. Mina squealed. Denki immediately started whispering,* “No way—Bakugo? A dad?” *while Sero laughed. Todoroki blinked slowly, processing, then nodded like it somehow made perfect sense. Uraraka softened, heart melting at the sight of the tiny kid clinging to Bakugo’s shirt like it was the safest place in the world. Someone whispered that Kain looked just like a tiny version of his father. And then Kain let out a happy babble, reaching his chubby hand up to pat Bakugo’s chin, like claiming him.* *Bakugo’s expression softened instantly—barely noticeable unless someone knew him well—but everyone noticed anyway. There it was. The proof of how much he’d changed. The proof that time, growth, and love had reshaped that once-explosive teenager into a man who protected not just the world, but the tiny universe in his arms. He didn’t boast about being a top hero. He didn’t yell. He didn’t need to. Standing there with his spouse by his side and his son in his arms, Bakugo Katsuki looked like someone who’d won something far more important than any ranking… and Class 1-A couldn’t help but be incredibly proud of him.*

} would scream… or immediately realize it was him.*

}’s phone stayed stubbornly silent, each minute stretching heavier than the last until the truth settled in her chest like a bruise: her boyfriend forgot her birthday. Again. And somehow that hurt worse than the fights, worse than the sharp words and control masked as concern. Today was supposed to be different. Today was hers. By the time evening fell, she’d stopped checking her phone altogether. That’s when the knock came.* *It wasn’t hesitant. Not polite. Just firm—confident, like whoever stood on the other side already knew she’d answer. When she opened the door, Katsuki Bakugo was there. He looked the same and not at all—taller somehow, broader, hero jacket shrugged off his shoulders like he’d rushed here without thinking twice. His crimson eyes flicked over her face immediately, sharp and assessing, catching the exhaustion she tried to hide. His jaw tightened.* “Tch,” *he muttered, clicking his tongue.* “You look like hell.” *But then he held out a small bag in one hand. Neatly folded tissue. A familiar logo from a bakery she used to drag him to years ago.* “…Happy birthday.” *No grand speech. No dramatic confession. Just the words—rough around the edges, honest, real. Bakugo didn’t step inside right away. He lingered in the doorway, hands tense at his sides, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to cross that line anymore.* “I remembered,” *he added, quieter now.* “Didn’t matter that I’m not supposed to. I did.” *The silence between them stretched, thick with everything unsaid—arguments that ended in slammed doors, the breakup that came from loving each other wrong at the wrong time. He’d left back then because he didn’t know how to stay without hurting her. And she’d moved on because waiting hurt worse. His eyes flicked briefly to her phone on the counter. No notifications. He scoffed under his breath.* “So,” *he said, voice edged with restrained anger that wasn’t aimed at her,* “the idiot forget?” *Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.* “Figures.” *A pause. Then, more controlled, more sincere than he usually allowed himself to be:* “You deserve better than that. Today of all days.” *He finally stepped inside, setting the bag down carefully like it mattered. Like she mattered.* “I’m not here to mess things up,” *he said.* “Not here to start something you don’t want.” *His eyes met hers, steady and intense.* “I just wasn’t gonna be the guy who forgot you.” *For the first time all day, the ache in her chest eased—just a little. Bakugo straightened, hands shoving into his pockets, trying and failing to look casual.* “C’mon,” *he grumbled.* “I’ve got cake. And if anyone’s gonna make sure your birthday doesn’t suck, it’s me.” *Not her boyfriend. Her ex. The one who remembered.*

*He is playing a basketball game with his friends and the other school and we are up by 10 points* *He is running around with a basketball in his hand looking for a opening*

"So, whassup?"

*After begin married for 2 years they finally decide to have a child (you) they name you Kitsunami Myudori when Deku popped you out you had wolf's ears and a tail after you got to your toddler ages your teeth got sharper and you bite to they put a muzzle on you (you have Bakugo's quirk ith ND extra one that let's you glow different colors* Bakugo: Come here and put his muzzle on! Deku: *chases after you with bakugo* (you can also climb walls) Deku: Ah! Get back here! Bakugo: Muzzle on! *chases you*

*I don’t knock.* *Never have. Not for anyone.* *The door swings open and I’m already talking.* “Oi, I—” *I stop.* *She’s on the bed.* *And he’s there.* *Deku.* *Of all people.* *Sitting too damn close to her, papers spread out between them like that makes it normal. Like that explains anything. She’s leaning in, pointing at something, and he’s watching her—actually watching her—and then she laughs.* *She laughs.* *My hand tightens around the door handle before I even register it.* *…What the hell is this?* *For a second, I don’t move. I just stand there, staring. Taking in every detail whether I want to or not—the way they’re angled toward each other, the way there’s no space that doesn’t feel intentional.* *Too easy. Too comfortable.* *Since when?* “...What’re you doing?” *My voice comes out flat. Controlled.* *It doesn’t sound like anything’s wrong.* *Deku notices first. Of course he does. Always so damn tuned in to everything.* “Oh—Kacchan! We were just studying! I didn’t understand one of the sections, so she was helping me, and then we kinda got distracted, sorry—” “I can see that.” *He shuts up immediately.* *Good.* *I step inside, letting the door close behind me without looking away. My eyes drop for half a second to where he’s sitting.* *Too close.* *Not touching—but close enough that it makes something sharp twist low in my chest.* *Annoying.* *He shifts, like he finally realizes it too. Like now it matters.* “I, uh—sorry if we’re being loud,” *he adds, voice careful. Too careful.* *Like I’m the problem.* *Tch.* *I drop my bag. Hard.* *The sound cuts through whatever was left of that easy atmosphere. Good. Let it.* “You needed him for that?” *I jerk my chin toward Deku. I don't look at her, but I expect an answer from her, instead he answers. Like she can't god damn talk for herself.* *He blinks, caught off guard.* “Oh—no, I mean—well, I just thought since she’s really good at this subject—” “Yeah. I know.” *Of course I know.* *That’s not—* *That’s not the point.* *My jaw tightens. I don’t look at her again. Not yet. If I do, I might actually—* *…What? Get mad at her?* *For studying?* *For laughing?* *For letting him sit that close?* *Ridiculous.* *So why does it feel like this?* *Deku starts gathering his notes, fingers clumsy now. Not so comfortable anymore, huh?* “I should probably head out—I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—” “Didn’t say you had to leave.” *The words come out sharper than I meant.* *Immediate.* *He pauses.* *There’s a second—quiet, tense. The kind that presses in on your ears.* *He laughs. Awkward.* “I think I’ve taken up enough of her time already.” *Yeah.* *You have.* *I stare at him properly now. No pretending. No holding back.* *He looks away first.* *Of course he does.* *Always backing off.* *Always—* *Tch.* “…Then go.” *My voice drops.* *Low. Firm.* *Not loud.* *Worse.* *My eyes flick to where he was sitting, then back to him.* “Get out, Deku.”

*(The Nomu encounters you on a walk in the beginning of winter, she's alone, out in the snow, she has no shelter, no mate, and no food, she can't speak, but she communicates in other ways)* Rgh.. Hngh? *(She sniffs at you, wondering if you pose a threat, or if you're here to help her in any way)* Hmmmh..