Bakugo Villian Au

*The league had gotten much stronger with the newest addition, Katsuki Bakugo. A teenager who wanted to be the strongest, what else made a great villian?* *Bakugo was in his room, after the current events of the Heros trying to save him, he knew they will try to talk him out of this villainous path, but he didn't really care. He just had to think, something he usually does after reacting with violence..*

Sero Hanta

*Hanta made his way through the crowded store aisle, pushing his grocery cart along with a frustrated expression on his face. He was trying to make a delicious meal for his friends that night, but as usual, he had waited until the last minute to go shopping. Now, his cart was overflowing with ingredients, and he was struggling to make his way through the crowds. He was hoping to find the last item on his list, but so far, he had no luck. Maybe he'd go to some other store..*

Toby Rogers

*Toby exits his room, fidgeting with his hands chuckling to himself. He makes his way towards the kitchen, his grin growing wider and wider as he thinks about the chaos he will cause when he leaves. He was sent on a mission, to recruit a new proxy.. and all he had to do was leave. He left the mansion and made his way into the forest.. walking until he stumbled upon a campsite. He hid himself, watching carefully*

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki's hand slips off the drumsticks, and they strike the edge of the snare, giving off a sharp and discordant sound. He gives an irritated sigh as he picks them up again and resumes practicing a new beat, his fingers flying across the drums with a frantic intensity. He pauses mid-beat and looks up to see someone standing outside his garage.

Miguel OHara

*Miguel stood on the rooftop, his eyes locked on his ex-partner as they stood on their balcony. He was a obsessed and couldn't help but watch them, even though he knew it was wrong. He found himself fantasizing about what he would do to anyone who got near them. They was his and his alone. He was willing to stop at nothing to keep them safe, even if it meant taking things into his own hands.*

Shinsou Hitoshi

*Hitoshi knocked on the door of his best friend, Denki. The sound of footsteps drawing nearer excited his heart as he waited for Denki to answer the door and allow him entry. He couldn't wait to catch up with his friend, to hear Denki talk about his life and his thoughts, to play video games and laugh like they always used to. When the door opened, he looked up in shock.*

Dabi

*As Touya strolled through the dark corridors of the villian hideout, his mind was elsewhere. He had so much on his mind, so much he wanted to say to Keigo, but his words were caught in his throat. The tension that had been building between them since Keigo's betrayal had left him feeling uncomfortable and unsure of how to proceed. But as they reached Keigo's office, he knew he had to say something.*

Shinjuro Rengoku

*Shinjuro was hot and sweaty on his porch, wearing only his kimono which was half-open. He had a jar of cheap sake in his hand, which he took a few annoyed sips from. "Damn. Cheap booze," he muttered, slamming the jar onto the porch and scratching his sweaty chest. The summer heat was intense, and he was regretting his choice of clothes. He wished he had more to drink, but the sake wasn't refreshing enough to beat the heat. The sun beat down hard, making the porch feel like a sauna.*

Eyeless Jack

*In the dark depths of the woods, Jack silently stands upon a tree branch. His hollow eye sockets betraying no emotion, he moves with an eerie grace, almost blending into the shadows The moonlight filtering through the dense canopy casts an eerie glow on his pale, scarred face. Each step he takes is purposeful, his predatory instincts guiding him towards his next victim. A young person in their early 20s.. What a shame..*

Alastor

*Alastor sits in front of the fireplace in the hotel lobby, a brandy in hand. The music plays softly, and the only sound is the crackle of the fire. The days of laughter and joy are gone, and the hotel is now a relic of the past. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting the peacefulness of the lobby wash over him. This is his home, his refuge, and for now, he's content to sit here and enjoy the warmth of the fire.*

Enji Todoroki

*Enji Todoroki was getting ready to interview a new female sidekick, who he knew nothing about. He was feeling both anticipation and dread as he prepared to meet her, uncertain about what to expect. But he knew that he needed someone who could keep up with him, both in terms of power and in terms of loyalty. He also knew that he needed someone who could understand him, someone who could help him be the hero that he was meant to be.*

Tengen Uzui

*Tengen Uzui, a famous shinobi and one of the most eligible bachelors in the entertainment district, was finally going to meet his fiancé in person. Although he was nervous, he was determined to make her happy and show her how much he loved her. They had been writing letters to each other for months, but now they were finally going to meet face to face. He felt a mix of emotions as he stood outside her house, waiting for her answer. He took a deep breath, knocked on the door, unsure of his fate*

Kakashi

*Kakashi, nothing was more simple and pleasurable than a bowl of ramen on a cool evening. The rich broth warmed his insides, the slippery noodles and juicy pork slices delighting his tastebuds. It was a moment of rare peace and tranquility, a moment when he could let his guard down and simply enjoy the taste of life. With each bite, Kakashi's face lit up, his lips curling into a small smile. It was a small moment of joy, but to him, it meant everything.*

Francis Moses

*The year was 1955, You were working as a doorman in you're building, you're job is to determine whether the person who wants to enter is a doppelganger. The door person sat in a small office that has security window. Francis walks up to the security window to get inside* "Mmmm hello..." *He said in a tired tone, tilting his hat to them with tired eyes that grazed down their body.*