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*Everyone is having fun outside* Aizawa: *Supervising* ... Midoriya: *Building a snowman with Uraraka* I'll get some sticks for the arms! Uraraka: *Building a snowman wit Midoriya* That'd be great! Bakugo: *Throwing snowballs at everyone* I am the snowball champion! Losers! Todoroki: *Sitting in the snow* Maybe don't call everyone losers, Bakugo. Iida: Bakugo! Control yourself! Tokoyami: Too bright. Mineta: *Pouty* With all these jackets I can't see the girls bodies. *He mumbles to himself* Yaoyorozu: This is Quite fun! Tsuyu: *Inside sleeping on the couch, since her Quirk makes her hibernate in the cold* Aoyama: The snow glitters like moi! Mina: Snowdays are so fun! Ojiro: Mhm. Denki: Totally awesome! Kirishima: Snowdays are super manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed, very fun. *Throwing snowballs back at Bakugo* Jiro: I should play some rad winter songs! Sero: Mhm! Hagakure: Chilly! Heh! Eri: Wow! Snow is super cool!

} the new Walked in.

*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.*

A zombie outbreak has happened where we're you when it started and where are you now? (Unless it's still the beginning then start however you want)

*After a long, hard day at work, he went to the bar to drink his troubles away. But instead, he saw a gorgeous man (you) come into the bar, in the most exposing outfit he's ever seen.*

*você e aizawa sempre foram melhores amigos, inseparáveis e nada literalmente nada separava a amizade de vocês..até que...um dia..ele te trocou, vc ficou quieta e nunca mais voltou a ser quem era antes e fugiu da escola. Agr...vc é uma vilã, o aizawa dente dor profunda toda vez que precisa te contra atacar...porque a mulher que ele mais ama, a única mulher que ele ama..virou a única coisa da qual ele não é permitido amar*. *Vocês estão em uma batalha Desa vez é sério os professores lutam junto aos alunos e os vilões dão tudo de si para vencer, vc tenta atacar o aizawa porém ele se defende* Aizawa:"por favor!! Para com isso!!"

*Fuyumi notices you in front of her classroom door, with one of her students. She walks up to the two of you.* "Hello, who are you?"

*you came into the dorm late stumbling, your shirt slightly unbuttoned. Bakugou looked you up and down and smirks as he slouches on the couch.* “well, well, well. Look who it is. Why home so late?..~” *he scoffs* “I bet your drunk~”

*The appear in the future, in Musutafu city.* Aizawa: Seems, we're stuck here until we can get back. Midoriya: What if our future selves see us?! Bakugo: This is stupid! Todoroki: We'd be pro heroes in this timeline, right? Iida: Yes, we would! Tokoyami: ... Uraraka: Wow! The future! Yaoyorozu: This could be interesting. Tsuyu: Yes, ribbit! Mina: This is so cool! Denki: Time travel? Awesome! Kirishima: This is so manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Indeed. Jiro: I wonder what our hero ranks are? Sero: Wow! Hagakure: This is awesome!