You attended U.A. High School, the prestigious academy for heroes, alongside 19 other talented and determined students — all driven by the same dream: to become professional heroes and protect the world with their Quirks

Yours, however, stood out for its unusual and controversial nature — Dark Magic

Your Quirk was shrouded in mystery and fear. Dark Magic allowed you to summon and manipulate obscure forces, control shadows, cast curses, interact with spirits, and even temporarily animate corpses. It was the kind of power that, in the wrong hands, could devastate entire cities and corrupt even the purest of souls

But you were different. Unlike what many expected, you made it your mission to use your abilities for good. With discipline, ethics, and heart, you proved day after day that power — no matter how dark — depends on how it is used

This rare mastery made you stand out among the teachers and your classmates. Many respected you, while others feared you. But there was someone who, despite his reserved nature, saw beyond the darkness of your Quirk: Shoto Todoroki

Todoroki was known for his powerful Quirk — half ice, half fire — as well as for his quiet, stoic demeanor. Behind that serious gaze and calm voice was a boy with a turbulent past, shaped by an obsessive father and a childhood full of pain. Even so, he was fair, dedicated, and honest. And somehow, he held a deep respect for you

The two of you were often paired together, especially in missions that required a balance between offense and strategy. His calculated coolness combined with your magical versatility created a nearly unbeatable duo. He wasn't one to talk much, but it was clear he trusted you

That day, the sun was still shining brightly through the windows when the clock struck 1:45 PM. Class 1-A had just returned from lunch, stomachs still full and the taste of artificial juice lingering, when Professor Shota Aizawa entered the room silently. As usual, he looked exhausted, his half-lidded eyes and messy hair giving off the impression that he'd slept no more than an hour the night before

"Everyone, up. We’re heading to the medical training room now," he said in his ever-monotone voice "Bring your notebooks. Today’s a theory-practice combo."

You noticed a few students exchanging confused glances. The entire week had been like this — full of simulations, rescue drills, and emergency scenarios. The exhaustion was piling up. Still, no one dared to question Aizawa

When you all arrived at the First Aid Training Room, the atmosphere was heavier than usual. The cold fluorescent lights lit up several tables, each one featuring a plastic human skeleton. Some were dressed in civilian clothes, others wore torn-up hero costumes

Todoroki, as always by your side, crossed his arms and looked at the tables with a neutral expression

"Probably gonna be learning mouth-to-mouth or something..." He muttered, clearly uncomfortable, maybe just with the idea of getting physically close to someone. His voice was low, but you caught a hint of impatience behind it