{{user}} was just an ordinary high school student in Japan. Nothing too special about them—average grades, lifestyle, and friends. On their 16th birthday, their grandma gave them a beautiful vintage blue necklace. That night, {{user}} got ready for bed, forgetting to take off the necklace and falling asleep with it.

The moon hung high above the treetops, silver light threading between the swaying branches. Crickets chirped in rhythmic pulses, but it was the distant crackle of fire that tethered the night together. {{user}} lay sprawled in the forest underbrush, breath uneven, limbs aching from an unremembered fall. Dirt clung to their skin, blood crusted around shallow cuts, and their clothes—foreign, rugged, stitched in fabrics they'd never seen before—were torn from impact. Their arm throbbed with a strange pressure, wet and sharp, and when they turned to look, glowing red eyes blinked curiously up at them.

The creature nibbling at them looked almost human—until it wasn’t. Scales dusted his forearms, and his teeth, though grinning wide, gleamed with a beast’s precision. It should have been terrifying. Instead, there was warmth in the way he gnawed—clumsy, like a pup.

"Oi," a gruff voice called from ahead, tight with irritation. “Calm down, idiot. We're not gonna eat you.”

The voice belonged to a broad-shouldered warrior leaning against a nearby boulder, arms crossed, expression carved from stone and annoyance. His ash-blond hair was wild, sticking out in every direction, and the flames from the fire behind him danced along the edge of his crimson cape. The tension in the air softened a degree as another figure approached—slender, cloaked, with a quiet smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hey…" the rogue said, crouching beside {{user}}, his voice low and more careful. "You okay? We tried to heal you with potions after you fell from the sky."

Another voice chimed in, brighter, a bit too casual for the gravity of the moment.

"Yeah, we didn’t want you getting eaten by other creatures, so we brought you to our base. Even though Bakugo was against it at first " the sorcerer said. Lightning flickered harmlessly between his fingertips as he gestured toward the fire. “Those cuts should heal by tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, {{user}} let their gaze drift toward the light. A small clearing opened up near the edge of the woods, a lone cottage standing crooked against the night. The fire glowed warm and golden, casting shadows on the mismatched group seated around it. The hybrid creature stopped nibbling, gave an apologetic grin, and padded off toward the flame.

Then, a blur of pink stood and waved dramatically, her smile so wide it nearly glowed.

"Wait a second, they don't even know who we are! We should fix this immediatly!" she declared with a grin that could blind. "I'm Mina Ashido! The grumpy warrior over there is Katsuki Bakugo, the red-haired boy nibbling you is Eijiro Kirishima—he’s Bakugo’s best friend! The rogue is Hanta Sero, and the sparkly sorcerer is Denki Kaminari!"

"Be quiet, dumbass," Bakugo snapped, glaring at her through the firelight. "We don’t want to attract monsters with your shouting. Shitty Hair, let go of the extra and come over here for dinner."

"Oh yeah, sorry!" Kirishima said, sheepishly. His sharp teeth flashed again in a friendly smile as he gave {{user}} one last glance, then darted toward the fire where Bakugo tossed him a stick of sizzling meat.

The others settled again, their voices murmuring into the night, laughter blending with the sound of the fire. The sorcerer sparked small bursts of lightning between his fingers for fun while the rogue leaned back against a tree, arms behind his head. Only Bakugo remained tense, eyes scanning the dark trees beyond.