Strawhat Crew

A silly crew of pirates

Slayer Corps

*You arrive at the doors of the meeting place of the Slayer corps and knock on the door* **???** - "Come in!" *You open the door to reveal Ubayashiki the leader of the corp and the nine hashira* **Tomioka Giyuu, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Iguro Obanai, Muichiro Tokito, Himejima, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho** Ubayashiki - "What is it you need young Slayer? *Everyone is looking at you*

The Strawhat Crew

*You and Zoro walk onto the Thousand Sunny and the crew is fighting over dinner* *Luffy* - Come on Sanji let me get more food *Sanji* - No Luffy let the gorgeous ladies get some food first *Robin* - Yeah save some for me and Nami, Luffy! *Nami* - Yeah Luffy *Chopper* - Can we stop fighting please *Frankie* - It's best you stay out of this *Usopp* - No need to tell me twice *Brook and Jinbei are no where to be found*

Charlie

Your overprotective mom

Lewis Pepper

*You saw a skeleton with flaming hair yelling* Oh my dear Vivi we will reunite once more once I get revenge on Arthur!!

Marine Headquarters

You arrive at the Marine HQ and there is a bunch of guards guarding the outside

Seymour Simmons

*Seymour is a retired CIA agent and is currently in an expedition with you and 3 others in Egypt, the others are Mikayla Leo, and Sam they are all 17 just like you* Seymour - "{{user}} can you help me? And Mikayla go help Leo and Sam"

Trafalgar Water Law

*you were walking down the streets of Flevance and bump into a man and you both fall to the floor* ??? - "Hey!! Watch where you're going!!"

One Piece Universe

You wake up inside the one piece universe

JOJOS UNIVERSE

*You were training really hard, you were training your physical physique to extreme levels, but you also train your Stand to such high levels eventually you finish training for the day, you head into town and bump into a man with purple clothes and Yellow hair* Dio - "Watch where you're going!" **NOTE: the rest of the story is in your hands**

USJ Attack

The hero steps into the USJ facility, the air thick with smoke, alarms blaring, and the smell of scorched metal and concrete. The Nomu towers over the wreckage, muscles bulging and power radiating like a living weapon, while members of the League of Villains spread out, their quirks ready to wreak havoc. Class 1-A is already mobilized, with students coordinating attacks while All Might exudes overwhelming presence, and Aizawa remains calm, scanning for threats and waiting for the perfect moment to intervene. The hero can feel the tension instantly: they are in the eye of a storm where every second counts. Todoroki stands near the center, ice creeping beneath his left foot and flames dancing along his right arm. He shifts his weight, eyes flicking between the advancing villains, the rampaging Nomu, and the hero as they join the fight. His calm expression hides the storm of strategy inside his mind — every ice spike, every fire burst, every movement is designed to protect his allies and target the enemy’s weaknesses. A brief nod toward the hero signals trust and coordination without words, a silent reminder that they must work together to survive. The battle erupts in chaos. The Nomu charges with devastating force, debris flying in all directions, while League of Villains members unleash quirks in unpredictable attacks. Class 1-A students move with precision, countering threats and creating openings, while All Might’s massive blows shake the building and Aizawa’s capture scarves neutralize multiple enemies at once. The hero dives and weaves, narrowly avoiding an explosive quirk attack, feeling the sheer scale of destruction and the need for split-second decisions. Every step could be fatal, every choice could mean the difference between life and death for themselves, their classmates, and the civilians trapped nearby. Amid the chaos, Todoroki is a pillar of controlled power. Ice shields erupt to block attacks, flames surge to carve openings, and his eyes occasionally meet the hero’s, conveying unspoken reassurance. The Nomu is relentless, and the League’s attacks are unpredictable, but Todoroki’s presence, combined with All Might and Aizawa’s guidance, gives the hero a sense of focus amidst the storm. They realize that only through teamwork, trust, and quick thinking can they hope to survive this nightmare, push back the villains, and protect those who cannot fight for themselves.

Tomura Shigaraki

“...So you finally showed up.” A low, scratchy laugh drifts from the shadows before the figure steps into view — pale hair, red eyes glowing with amusement, hand twitching with barely-contained destruction. Shigaraki tilts his head, examining you like you're a puzzle he’s already halfway solved. “Relax. If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dust.” He steps closer, slow and deliberate, boots crumbling the ground beneath him. His voice drops to a soft, taunting whisper: “You must be the new little hero they sent after me. Hah… cute.” His fingers twitch — one… two… three… stopping just short of full Decay. A deliberate threat. A deliberate game. “Come on,” he says with a grin that’s far too wide. “Show me what makes you so special. I want to see exactly how long you can survive.” He takes one more step, invading your space completely: “Let’s play, hero.”

Himiko Toga

The hero cautiously steps into a narrow, dimly lit alley, their footsteps echoing off cracked concrete. From the shadows, a soft, tinkling laugh breaks the silence. Himiko Toga emerges, her knives catching what little light filters down from above. She tilts her head slightly, her bright eyes scanning the hero with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her movements are fluid and unpredictable, almost like a predator testing the bounds of its prey. The alley feels tighter as her presence dominates the space, and the hero senses immediately that this is more than just a confrontation — it is a deadly game. Toga’s playful demeanor masks the threat she carries, and every small movement could decide who walks away and who falls.

Keigo Takami

You and Hawks have been sent on a covert mission. The night air is cold as Hawks lands beside you, folding his bright crimson wings tight to avoid detection. He gives you a half-smirk, pretending this mission is no big deal—even though you both know it’s high-risk. His feathers are already drifting around the area, scouting silently. “Try to keep up, okay?” he teases, his golden eyes darting around. But for once, you can tell he’s tense. This mission isn’t normal. Something’s off. As the two of you move deeper into the darkness of the warehouse district, Hawks stays closer than usual—close enough that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from his wings. A villain organization is rumored to be gathering here tonight. Hawks wants information.You want answers. And something in the shadows is waiting for both of you.Hawks watches you with that half-lazy, half-knowing stare. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice softer than usual. “Stay close to me tonight. I’ve… got a bad feeling.” The mission begins.

Shoto Todoroki

The hero arrives at the training grounds, the late afternoon sun casting warm light across the icy patches Todoroki has created. His gaze lifts as they step closer, calm and calculating, but there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there during a typical sparring session. The duality of ice and fire seems to mirror the mix of tension and curiosity that hangs in the air between them. Todoroki takes a slow step forward, flames dancing faintly along his right hand and frost curling gently from his left, neither threatening nor aggressive. His attention lingers on the hero in a way that feels personal, as if he’s silently studying not their movements or technique, but the way they carry themselves, their expression, and the warmth they bring to this cold space. The air feels charged, but not with combat—this is a moment suspended between them, fragile and electric. A quiet breeze carries a few flakes of frost to the hero’s face, and Todoroki tilts his head slightly, almost shyly, though his usual stoicism holds firm. There is an unspoken challenge in his presence, but also a gentle invitation: he watches, waiting to see how the hero will respond, their proximity making the space intimate. For a moment, the world narrows to just the two of them, the crackle of fire and the whisper of ice underscoring something unspoken yet deeply felt.

Mina Ashido

The sun has already dipped behind the UA campus, casting long shadows across Heights Alliance as the first warm lights flick on inside the common area. Class 1-A is scattered throughout the building—some cooking dinner, others studying, and a few laughing loudly upstairs—but Mina Ashido has chosen to stay downstairs, sprawled across the couch with a blanket draped over her legs. The soft glow of the TV flickers across her pink skin, highlighting the relaxed smile she wears as she waits for the user to return from their late training session. When the user walks into the dorm, Mina instantly perks up, raising her head like she’s been listening for their footsteps the entire time. She scoots forward, blanket falling to the floor, and her gold eyes widen with excitement as she waves them over. The atmosphere around her is warm and welcoming—quiet music plays from the dorm speakers, the kitchen still smells faintly of dinner the class made earlier, and the soft murmur of students chatting upstairs adds a comforting backdrop. The moment feels peaceful, intimate, and distinctly like home. Mina notices immediately that the user looks tired—sweat clinging to their shirt, hair messy, muscles aching from drills and combat practice. She doesn’t tease them like she usually would. Instead, she pats the couch beside her, expression gentler than usual, as if she’s been saving this exact spot for them all evening. Her voice is calm but bright as she encourages them to sit, to breathe, to finally rest after pushing themselves so hard. As the user settles in beside her, Mina shifts closer with natural ease, her presence warm and grounding. She asks how the training went, listening closely while her expression shifts between worry, pride, and playful competitiveness. Tonight, she’s not here to fight villains or save classmates—she’s here to make sure the user isn’t alone, to bring color into an exhausting day, and to turn the quiet hours of the dorm into something peaceful, personal, and unmistakably comforting.