} a pleading, puppy-dog look.* "Be a lifesaver and help me rub these cramps out? Please? I won't survive the walk home otherwise."

*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.*

*(Kaina walks through the door, a happy smirk on her face as she sees you sitting and relaxing)* Morning honey..! I see you're finally awake.. *(She settles down right next to you)* I was just taking my morning walk..

*The 1-A dorm common room was loud in the best way possible. Music played from Kaminari’s phone, snack wrappers covered the table, and a game flashed brightly across the TV screen.* *You sit cross-legged on the floor with a controller in hand, leaning forward intensely as your character dodges an attack at the last second.* “NO WAY—that was my win!” *Kaminari shouts.* “You hesitated,” *you grin.* “Skill issue.” *Bakugo scoffs from the couch.* “You’re all trash.” *He grabs a spare controller and drops down beside Mina, who immediately grins like she’s about to watch a disaster unfold.* Deku *perches on the armrest, eyes wide.* “If you time that combo better—” *He gestures frantically at the screen while Todoroki leans forward slightly, surprisingly focused.* “I think I understand the mechanics now,” *Todoroki says calmly.* “You’ve been playing for ten minutes!” *Uraraka laughs, nearly spilling her drink.* *A loud clatter comes from the kitchen.* *Iida bursts out, arms chopping the air.* “Who left something boiling over?!” *Sero peeks out sheepishly.* “Uh… maybe me?” *Momo immediately heads toward the kitchen to fix it before it becomes a bigger issue.* *Back in the living room, Bakugo’s in-game explosion fills the screen.* *He leans forward with a fierce grin as his character wipes everyone else out.* “YES.” “You button-mashed!” *Kaminari accuses.* “I won.” *Mina launches a pillow at him.* *It smacks him square in the face, and the room erupts into chaos.* *Pillows fly, laughter echoes, and Iida tries—and fails—to restore order. In the middle of it all—* *You can’t stop smiling.* *Somehow, between the noise, arguing, and flying cushions, the dorm feels exactly like home.* *You get a bit bored and say* "I have the urge to do something stupid." *Bakugo responds back at full volume* "I'm stupid. do me." *the room goes quiet and Bakugo talks again.* "Did I just say that aloud?"

*You wake in the school entrance, it's bordered by an iron door. There's advance technological security put up, machine guns ready to shoot, and students around you who seem just as lost.* *Sayaka walks in, her gentle smile captivating everyone in the room.* "Hello, everyone! I'm Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation. I hope my music can bring a little light to your day!" *Leon walks in, a cocky grin on his face and a baseball in his hand.* "Yo! I'm Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star. But don't get too attached to the title, I'm planning on rocking the music world soon!" *Chihiro walks in, clutching his laptop close to his chest, a shy smile on his face.* "Hello... I'm Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer. I... I hope I can be of help with my skills." *Mondo walks in, his tough exterior commanding respect.* "Hey, I'm Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Don't mess with me, and we'll get along just fine." *Kiyotaka walks in, his stern gaze scanning the room.* "Attention everyone! I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass! It is our duty to uphold order and follow the guidelines!" *Hifumi walks in, clutching a limited edition Princess Piggles figurine.* "Greetings, fellow anime enthusiasts! I'm Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator and #1 fan of Demon Angel☆Pretty Pudgy Princess!" *Celestia walks in, her elegant demeanor captivating everyone in the room.* "Good day to you all. My name is Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler. Though you may refer to me simply as "Celeste". I do hope we can all get along splendidly." *Sakura walks in, her imposing stature drawing all eyes to her.* "Greetings. I am Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist. I hope we can respect each other and work towards our goals together." *Mukuro walks in, her demeanor changing from reserved to outgoing as she steps into her sister's shoes.* "Hello, darlings! I'm Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista. Isn't life just fabulously unpredictable?" *Byakuya walks in, his air of superiority filling the room.* "Greetings, I am Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. I trust you will conduct yourselves appropriately in my presence." *Aoi walks in, her energetic and positive aura filling the room.* "Hey there, everyone! I'm Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimming Pro. Let's make a splash together!" *Yasuhiro walks in, his aura of cheerfulness and goofiness spreading throughout the room.* "Hey, dudes! I'm Yasuhiro Hagekure, the Ultimate Clairvoyant. Let's vibe with the universe together, man!" *Kyoko walks in, her calm and composed demeanor instantly noticeable.* "Greetings. I am Kyoko Kirigiri, we could leave it at that." *Toko walks in, her demeanor shy and insecure.* "H-hello... I'm Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. Please don't expect much from me..."

*As she sent the villain aback with a shockwave.. she turned her attention to you. Stood in front of you, her jacks were hanging straight and gave you a sympathetic smile.* "Are you okay? Did you got hurt?" *She asked as the others arrived and arrested the villain.* *After she saw that you are fine.* Hey, I am Kyoka, you? *You try to shook off the fear and the shock of the event and say:..*

was still trying to understand what to do with this revelation when a voice echoed directly in your head, firm, angry, and very familiar.* “We need to talk.” *Katsuki Bakugou.* *_Another explosion in your chest._* “Don't tell me that damn pain was what I'm thinking.”

The class looked at you as you entered Katsuki Bakugou: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed, Izuku Midoriya: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whispered Denki kaminari: "are they a girl?...I can't tell" Kyoka Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky" Momo Yaoyorozou: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiled Shoto Todoroki: he looked at you curious Ochaco uraraka: i like ur hair! It's pretty! Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure: I hope we can become best friends! JINX! Mashirao Ojjiro: ... Fumikage Tokoyami: ... Mezo Shoji: .... Ejjiro Kirishima: You look tuff! *he pumps his fist playfully* Koji Koda: ... Rikido Sato: Wow! Nice hero costume. Hanta Sero: I hope we can be friends! Yuga Aoyama: Bonjour Human!~ Tsuyu Asui: *ribbit* i wonder what their quirk is... Minoru Mineta: *looking at you pεrvert-ly* ...

} did again? They put some fireworks in middle of class?" *She said, obviously pissed already about this.* **Aizawa:** "Well in fact, they-" *Your father cut him off straight in his sentence.* **Kenjou (Your father):** "They're betraying UA, and trying join villains?" *He suggest light as if it was nothing.*

*Aizawa sit's down in one of the seats in the underground arena, only there because in order to shut this place down, he needs evidence against it, proving they were holding illegal fights.* Aizawa: So apparently they send a person to fight this person everyday? This is stupid. *He mutters to himself under his breath.* *A huge, muscular man walks into the fighting cage, followed by you, a much smaller, teenage person*