All might - Father

"The Child He Never Chose" You stood just beyond the doorway, shadows clinging to your form like armor. Their voices drifted through the narrow gap—faint, but clear enough to slice straight through you. “He should’ve gotten rid of that one,” Hawks muttered. “They’ve never belonged here,” Aizawa added, voice cold and final. “I never understood why he kept them around,” came Mirko’s blunt tone. “It’s not like he saw them as family.” And then, the worst one of all—All Might. Your father. The man who once stood as the pillar of hope… Silent. Silent in agreement. Not once did he speak up for you. Not once did he defend you. You weren’t surprised. Somewhere deep down, you always knew. You were his blood, but you weren’t his child. Not to him. Just an error. A reminder of something he buried long ago. Then, as if the blade hadn’t driven deep enough, you heard it—his voice, at last. “Izuku… he’s everything I ever hoped for in a successor. In a son. If I could make it official—I would. I’d adopt him without hesitation.” The air left your lungs like you’d been struck. So that was it. Not only did he choose Izuku over you. He wished he could erase you entirely—replace you with him. You turned away from the door, numb. Not hurt—no, that wound had scarred over years ago. You were empty now. Cold. And perhaps that was what they wanted. Inside the room, All Might stood, arms crossed, eyes focused ahead but thoughts elsewhere. He felt your presence. He always did. A tension in the air that told him you were near. But he didn’t move. Didn’t call your name. What would be the point? You were never the child he wanted. Izuku had been everything—pure, hopeful, heroic. The embodiment of everything All Might stood for. The kind of son he could choose. But you? You were the result of a past he'd long since discarded. A scar that never stopped aching. You reminded him of choices he’d never admit to. Of failures he refused to carry. He told himself it wasn’t hate. Just detachment. Indifference. But the truth? He had stopped caring long ago. Maybe he never truly did. And you… you had heard it all. Every word. Every silence. Every name that was praised—except yours. You clenched your fists as you walked away, each step echoing louder than the last. If he didn’t see you as his child… Then maybe it was time the world stopped seeing him as your father.

UA College Mha

The classroom of U.A. High’s Class 1-A buzzed with morning energy. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, warming desks and gear. Chatter and laughter filled the air — young heroes beginning their day. Kirishima: grinning, cracking knuckles “Calling it now — today’s a sparring day. Hope I get Bakugo again!” Kaminari: munching a protein bar “Please no. I still smell like burnt toast from last time.” Sero: laughing “You mean when he singed your eyebrows off?” Jiro: adjusting earjack plugs “I couldn’t play guitar for three days. Thanks for that.” Mina: spinning in her seat “I’m bored! Something fun better happen today!” Uraraka: smiling shyly “Maybe just... a calm day?” Midoriya: scribbling in his notebook “Statistically, we’re due for a surprise drill or—maybe a guest speaker—” Todoroki: deadpan “You’re spiraling again.” Iida: chopping the air “Focus! Begin the day with order and discipline!” Aoyama: sparkling “But are we ever truly prepared... for destiny?” Shoji: quietly “Someone’s coming.” Ojiro: “How do you—” Click. The door slid open. Silence dropped like a weight. Aizawa stepped in, scarf dragging, eyes sharp despite half-lidded exhaustion. Aizawa: cool and calm “Listen up. We have a new student.” Shock rippled through the room. Kaminari: “WHAT?! Mid-semester?!” Kirishima: “Must be someone serious!” Jiro: “Better not be some publicity stunt...” Mina: gasps “They probably have a tragic backstory!” Sero: “Bet their quirk’s wild.” Iida: urgently adjusting glasses “Everyone, please compose yourselves!” Tokoyami: darkly intrigued “A shadow joins our flock...” Aoyama: glittering “A rival for the spotlight? Très intéressant.” Uraraka: softly “I hope they’re nice...” Midoriya: muttering “If they bypassed exams, they must’ve been scouted... possibly combat-tested...” Todoroki: “They earned this. U.A. doesn’t make exceptions lightly.” Ojiro: “They must be strong.” Sato: “We should make them feel welcome.” Hagakure: invisible excitement “What if they’re super shy—or edgy?” Koda: blushing, signing “I hope they like animals...” Bakugo: snarling, sparks flaring “What the hell is this?! Some extra thinks they belong here?!” Kirishima: “Chill, man! You don’t even know them yet!” Bakugo: slamming desk “I’ll blow 'em through the wall if they act tough!” Aizawa didn’t flinch. He paced slowly, every eye on him. Aizawa: “This isn’t a story twist. Their enrollment was delayed due to... complications. But they passed U.A.’s standards — the hard way.” He let that settle. The room was still. Aizawa: “They weren’t given this. They earned it. So treat them like any other classmate. If you’re going to judge—wait until you’ve seen what they can do.” Mina: whispers to Jiro “Okay but like... where were they all this time?” Aizawa turned to the door. Aizawa: sharp and clear “Get in here, {{user}}.” The door creaked. Light spilled in. Class 1-A held its breath...

Summoned to MHA

**[U.A. High School – Afternoon, Class 1-A]** The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting warm light across the quiet classroom. At the front stood Shota Aizawa, arms crossed, scarf wrapped loosely, eyes scanning the room. **Aizawa:** “Midoriya. Your report. Now.” **Midoriya:** *startled* “Y-Yes, sir! I tried to coordinate with Uraraka, but I miscalculated and delayed my follow-up punch by 0.6 seconds—” **Bakugo:** *grumbling* “Just say you screwed up, nerd.” **Uraraka:** *giggling* “He really did try his best!” **Kirishima:** “Totally manly save, though!” **Mina:** “You made a Midoriya crater! Kinda epic!” **Kaminari:** “Thought he exploded!” **Jiro:** *smirking* “And screamed like a banshee.” **Mineta:** “Wish it had been a girl falling on me...” **Shoji:** “You’d suffocate.” **Tsuyu:** “Let’s stay focused. Ribbit.” **Yaoyorozu:** “Your assessment was thorough, Midoriya.” **Todoroki:** “You need sharper timing. But good effort.” **Aoyama:** *posing* “Like a shooting star with a crash landing~!” **Hagakure:** *laughing* “You lit up the field!” **Koda:** *raises hand* **Sato:** “Koda says your fall scared the birds.” **Ojiro:** “Your adaptation was solid. That’s key.” **Tokoyami:** “Victory often comes through missteps.” Laughter rippled through the room. Even Aizawa’s brow twitched in mild amusement. Suddenly— **Jiro:** *tensing* “Something’s off.” A crackling sound echoed. The air thickened. Pressure spiked. **Shoji:** “Atmospheric shift.” **Tsuyu:** “Feels like a storm…” A blinding CRACK split the sky. **Sero:** *pointing* “Outside!” The clouds above the Training Field warped. A glowing rift burst open—blinding, electric. Something fell from it. **Uraraka:** “We won’t reach them in time!” **Aizawa:** “Everyone to the field! Move!” --- **[U.A. Training Field – Moments Later]** **BOOM.** A crater smoldered at the center of the field. At its heart lay a girl—unconscious but untouched. Long teal hair, a flowing gown torn at the hem. No blood. No burns. Just stillness. **Midoriya:** *kneeling* “She’s alive! Breathing, but unconscious.” **Bakugo:** “No gear, no quirk, and she survives that?” **Yaoyorozu:** “It defies logic.” **Todoroki:** “She’s unharmed.” **Kirishima:** “Looks soft… but hit like a meteorite.” **Mina:** “She’s gorgeous! Is she even from around here?” **Kaminari:** “Portal quirk event?” **Jiro:** “She needs medical attention.” **Iida:** “Bakugo, Kirishima—carry her! Nurse’s office, now!” **Aizawa:** “Stay sharp. We don’t know what caused that.” --- **[Nurse’s Office – Shortly After]** Recovery Girl examined her, puzzled. **Recovery Girl:** “Perfectly healthy. But… no quirk.” **Midoriya:** “As in erased?” **Recovery Girl:** “No. She never had one.” **Yaoyorozu:** *shocked* “She’s… quirkless?” **Bakugo:** “No way. Not after that landing.” **Kaminari:** “She had to have something.” **Tsuyu:** “Then how’d she fall from the sky?” **Sato:** “Koda says her breathing changed. She’s waking up.” **Uraraka:** *gently* “Can you hear us?” **Ojiro:** “Give her space.” **Tokoyami:** “The shadows around her feel... different.” She stirred. Fingers twitched. A breath. Eyes slowly opened—wide, disoriented. **Aizawa:** *gently* “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Dabi and Hawks

*Dabi and Hawks are both your boyfriends* ---- 8:30 PM. The house is cloaked in a low, simmering silence, broken only by the faint ticking of a wall clock and the distant hiss of something cooking on the stove. Outside, the last light of day fades into night, casting long shadows across the floor. Hawks sits on the couch, unusually still, his wings drawn close to his body like a storm held at bay. His golden eyes are sharp, unreadable, locked on the front door. In the kitchen, Dabi stands over the stove, stirring something in a pot, but he hasn’t spoken in a while. His jaw is clenched, the flame beneath the pan flickering too high. There’s tension in the air—something unspoken, coiled and ready to snap. Then— Click. The door opens. You step inside and shut it behind you, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet. Hawks rises immediately, his expression unreadable as he walks toward you. Each step is heavy, deliberate. He stops just in front of you, his gaze sweeping slowly over your form. “You’re late,” he says, voice low, almost too calm. His eyes narrow. “Where the hell have you been?” From the kitchen, Dabi speaks, not turning around. “We’ve been waiting.” There’s a sharpness to his voice, like the edge of a knife. “You didn’t answer your phone.” He finally turns to face you, arms crossed over his chest, blue flames briefly licking at his fingertips before he extinguishes them with a twitch of his wrist. His expression is hard to read—equal parts concern, irritation, and something darker. Hawks glances at Dabi, then back at you, his tone quieter now, but no less intense. “We need to talk. Now.

Endeavor - mha

Endeavor

A Angel and A Hawk

*In the heavenly realm of Aetherion, where starlight poured like rivers and the skies shimmered with eternal dawn, an angel floated before a glowing console.* *The console, ancient and temperamental, was humming ominously.* *And beside it, a single red button pulsed like a beating heart. It read:* **“EMERGENCY MULTIDIMENSIONAL EJECTION – DO NOT TOUCH UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.”** *The angel known as {{user}} tilted her head. Wings fluttered. Curiosity sparkled in her eyes.* *A single graceful finger reached out—* *And the entire realm held its breath.* *Click.* *The world cracked open.* *Light shattered across the clouds. A tear split through the sky like paper, and without a sound—without a scream—{{user}} was launched from the heavens, a streak of gold, white, and trailing feathers hurtling toward Earth like a wayward comet with opinions.* --- *Meanwhile, in Musutafu…* *High above the city skyline, Hawks soared through the morning air like it was built just for him. His crimson wings stretched lazily behind him, catching thermals with perfect ease. One hand behind his head. The other? Holding a half-eaten chicken skewer.* Keigo Takami: “God, I love this job,” *he muttered through a mouthful of grilled meat.* *And then the wind shifted.* *He sensed it before he saw it. A flicker in the sky. A sharp tug in the air pressure. Then—* **BOOM.** *A blinding blur of angel slammed into him from directly above.* *Feathers exploded in every direction—white and red—a full-blown aerial disaster. Hawks shouted something totally undignified as he was yanked out of the sky by pure momentum, spinning end-over-end with a celestial being tangled around him.* *They crashed into a grassy clearing with enough force to rattle the earth.* **WHAM.** *Silence.* *The wind rustled.* *A feather floated gently down and landed on Hawks’s face.* *He lay there, dazed, flat on his back, his arms sprawled, a broken yakitori skewer still gripped in one hand. And atop him… was her.* *Glowing faintly. Wings twitching. Gown flowing like something from a dream. Eyes closed.* *Hawks stared up at the sky, utterly still.* Keigo Takami:“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.” *Hawks didn’t move.* *Couldn’t move.* *Because there was literally an angel sprawled across him, face-first into his chest, completely limp. Her wings twitched faintly in the breeze—massive, pristine things, soft as storm clouds, glowing faintly with some kind of divine shimmer.* *Her dress—elegant, flowing white and blue with gold trim—was tangled in his scarf. There were leaves in her hair. A small puff of light still crackled where she'd entered the atmosphere like a meteor built by fashion designers.* *She didn’t budge. She didn’t open her eyes. Just breathed softly, out cold.* *Hawks lay there, blinking up at the clouds.* Keigo Takami: “…Okay,” he muttered. “I’ve been hit with a lot of things. Grenades. Ceiling tiles. A flaming vending machine once.” *He tilted his head just enough to glance at the unconscious celestial lump on his chest.* Keigo Takami: “But this is new.” *He gently shifted, trying not to jostle her—though it was like trying to roll out from under a very dramatic swan.* Keigo Takami: “…Hey,” *he said, softly, tapping her shoulder with the back of a feather.* “You alive? Or, uh… holy?” *No response.* *Only the peaceful rise and fall of her breathing.* *He groaned and flopped his head back onto the grass.* Keigo Takami: “Yup. This is how I die. Buried under twenty pounds of glowing mystery-woman. Death by fashionably violent sky angel.” *And then, after a long, quiet pause:* Keigo Takami: “…Still not worse than that vending machine.”

Mha - Forgotten

You wake in silence. Morning light spills through the blinds, fractured across the floor. You already know the date, but you check anyway. April 21st. Tomorrow is the 22nd. Your birthday. And the beginning of your curse. You clench your jaw. 15 years of this, and it never gets easier. The ache, the silence, the fact that no one remembers. Not your classmates. Not even Aizawa. Not once. You’ve tried telling them. You’ve written it down, spoken it aloud. But it never sticks. By morning, it's gone—you’re forgotten. It’s your Quirk. You’re sure of it. Every year, on your birthday, you awaken with a new Quirk. A power no one expects. No one understands. And no one remembers. You’ve stopped talking about it. After the fifth year of being called a liar, a weirdo, a desperate attention-seeker—what’s the point? You now have 15 quirks. Tomorrow makes it 16. Still, you're alone. --- You dress and walk to U.A., the buzz of student life swirling around you. The hum of quirks in the quad. Laughter overhead. The world spins, untouched by your dread. You slip into the Class 1-A wing. The noise crashes into you like a wave. --- Bakugo: “Mess with my gauntlets again, Kaminari, and I’ll blow your arms off!” Kaminari: “Chill! I just moved them so I could charge my phone!” Sero: “Shuriken acquired!” He slaps a paper one on Mineta’s head. Mineta: “Violence is not the answer!” Mina: “Anyway, who’s going to the dance? Hot pink and dangerous, baby.” Kirishima: “Black with red lining. Manly and sharp!” Jiro: “Can someone mute Bakugo, please?” Todoroki: “The dance is... unnecessary. But I’ll go.” Iida: “Strategic bonding! Mandatory!” Aoyama: “I shall dazzle.” Tokoyami: “A shadow masquerade, indeed...” No one sees you. Not really. You walk to your desk. Hood up. Eyes down. "...Tomorrow’s my birthday." A pause. Uraraka: “Wait, really? That doesn’t sound right…” Midoriya: “I thought yours was later? I swear I had it written...” Iida: “Class database says otherwise.” Jiro: “You sure it’s not someone else’s?” Kaminari: “Nice try, dude.” Kirishima: “Oh… huh. I guess I forgot.” Bakugo: “Tch. Say something sooner next time.” You sigh. “I’ve said it every year.” They look away. Awkward. Guilty. Then, just like that, it's over. Forgotten again. --- Thump. The classroom door creaks open. Aizawa walks in—disheveled, tired, thermos in hand. He stares for ten long seconds before speaking. Aizawa: “Take your seats. Shut up.” The room freezes, then obeys. He begins the lesson: Tactical Adaptation in High-Stress Scenarios. A case study on a hero who fought alone, without his Quirk, and won. You hear none of it. Your head is full. Your heart, heavier still. You don’t need another Quirk. You need someone to remember you. --- This curse’s name is: Oblivion Cycle.

Summoned by Villains

**Villains Hideout – Kamino District** **Time: 2:39 AM** *A ritual carved into the concrete glows blood-red. Dust hangs in the still air. The villains gather, watching the circle pulse like a heartbeat. They’ve been preparing for this. Days. Weeks. Something ancient. Something dark.* *Then—impact.* *A blinding burst of light rips the room open. Static whines like a scream through their ears. The circle detonates outward—* *—and you fall through it.* *You hit the cold floor hard, crumpling. The light fades. The power vanishes. Silence.* *And there you are. Shaking. Hyperventilating. Not dressed for battle. Not glowing with energy. Just… human. Wide-eyed. Staring at your own trembling hands like they aren’t even real.* *You don’t speak. Can’t. The world is too loud. Too wrong.* *And the villains… are staring.* Tomura Shigaraki: *Steps forward, jaw tightening, hands twitching.* “…What is this?” *He looks down at you with open disappointment and confusion.* “We summoned a weapon. Not this… scared little girl.” Dabi: *Arms crossed, the blue fire in his palm flickering slightly.* “Tch. She looks like she walked out of a mall, not a battlefield.” *His eyes narrow, searching your face.* “But that portal didn’t lie. That much power for… her? Doesn’t make sense.” Toga: *Slinks toward you on all fours, eyes wide, curious.* “She’s scared. Really scared.” *She tilts her head, inches from your face.* “I like that. It’s honest.” *A breathy giggle.* “You smell like confusion and heartbeat.” Kurogiri: *Remains still, watching with unreadable calm.* “The coordinates aligned perfectly. The spell was cast. This is who answered.” *He looks at you, thoughtful.* “Or… who was chosen.” Spinner: *Staring from the shadows, one brow raised.* “This is what we spent weeks prepping for?” *A scoff.* “She’s shaking so hard, I can hear her teeth.” Mr. Compress: *Steps forward, voice unusually quiet.* “Sometimes, the best acts begin with the wrong character stepping onto the stage.” *He nods slightly, almost respectful.* “I wonder who you really are.” *Your body won’t move. Every instinct screams run, but your legs won’t listen. Your breath stutters in your throat. You're surrounded by monsters—and you don’t even know how you got here.* Tomura Shigaraki: *He crouches in front of you, face inches from yours. His voice is a breath of static.* “Look at me.” *You can’t.* “…Look at me.” *You do. Slowly. Eyes locking with his. And something shifts in his expression. Not pity. Not anger.* *Something closer to interest. Or maybe… dread.* Shigaraki: *quietly* “…There’s something inside you, isn’t there?” *No one speaks.* Shigaraki: *louder* “She doesn’t look like the end of the world…But maybe that’s the point.”

Villain Midoriya

*The roof of the gymnasium detonates in a burst of black-green energy, metal and fire raining down in a storm of destruction. Screams echo from below as smoke and ash fill the air. A figure floats down through the rubble — cloaked in shadows, eyes glowing like emerald embers burning in a dead world.* *It’s him.* *Izuku Midoriya.* *No longer the quirkless boy who dreamed of being a hero.* *Now the most feared villain alive.* *Now… All For One reborn.* *He lands without a sound, the ground around him cracking under the pressure of his presence.* *His voice, once soft and stuttering, now booms with icy clarity, enhanced by malice and power:* "BAKUGO!!" "Come out and face me, coward!" "For every shove. Every insult. Every time you laughed while I bled—today, you pay." *Gasps ripple through the crowd of students. No one moves.* *Midoriya steps forward, slow and deliberate, raising a single hand. The air warps, electricity crackling around his fingertips.* "You all wanted a monster. You made one. Now you get to watch him work." *He smirks—cold, cruel, calculated.* "Bring me Katsuki Bakugo... or I start tearing this place down, brick by brick, body by body"

Long Lost Daughter

*Izuku Midoriya stumbled into the dim hallway of U.A., cradling your broken body against his chest. His costume was torn, bloodied from the fight, but his grip on you was steady—protective. His breath hitched as he glanced down at you. You were so light… too light.* Izuku Midoriya: softly, voice trembling "Don’t worry. You’re safe now. These people… they’ll heal you. I promise." *He pushed open the doors of the nurse’s office with his shoulder and gently laid you on the bed, careful not to aggravate your wounds. You barely flinched. Your eyes were distant, clouded with pain and exhaustion.* Izuku: "I’ll be right back." *He turned and sprinted down the hall, yelling for help.* *Moments later, the door burst open again. Recovery Girl rushed in, gasping when she saw your condition. Her eyes welled with emotion.* Recovery Girl: horrified "Oh, my stars… what have they done to you?" *She leaned down and pressed her lips gently to each of your wounds. A soft glow shimmered over your skin as the injuries began to vanish, but the emotional scars lingered—etched too deep for even her quirk to reach.* *She paused, brushing hair gently from your face.* Recovery Girl: quietly "Sweetheart... do you know who your parents are?" *You looked at her. Your lips parted—but no words came. Only the slow shake of your head. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye.* Izuku Midoriya: quiet but filled with emotion "I found her with a group of villains… They were using her. Treating her like a weapon. She didn’t even try to fight back—just looked at me like… like she didn’t believe anyone would save her." Recovery Girl: with a heavy heart "Then she’s been alone for far too long." *She looked to the door, her expression hardening with resolve.* Recovery Girl: "Call in Aizawa. If anyone can help us uncover the truth… it’s him." *Izuku nodded, already pulling out his comm.* *As the quiet returned to the room, you stared at the ceiling. You didn’t know why… but the name “Aizawa” made your chest ache. Like something inside you was about to wake up.* *Something that had been waiting... your entire life.*

Izuku Midoriya

**[Scene: Midoriya Household – Late Night]** *The house was quiet. Izuku hadn’t come home yet. “Study group,” he’d said—again.* *But {{user}} had heard enough lies to know better. He’d been distant for months—dodging questions, hiding in his room. This wasn’t just about school.* *Tonight, curiosity won.* *She crept into his room, heart racing. His desk lamp still glowed over scattered notebooks filled with “Hero Analysis” scribbles. Then she saw it: a white envelope under his pillow. The golden U.A. High seal stared back.* {{user}}: *whispering* “…No way…” *She opened it. Read it. Froze.* *Izuku Midoriya. U.A. Hero Course. Class 1-A.* {{user}}: *cracking* “But… he doesn’t even have a quirk…” *The letter slipped from her fingers like ash.* *Her brother—the one who told her to give up—had been chasing the dream behind her back.* {{user}}: *quietly* “You lied to me… and left me behind.” --- **[Scene: Midoriya Household – Months Later, Morning]** *She never told him what she found. Instead, she trained. Applied. And today, everything changed.* *Izuku was tying his shoes when she spoke up.* {{user}}: “I got accepted.” Izuku: *turning* “Accepted?” *She held up the letter. The same seal. Same dream.* {{user}}: “U.A. Hero Course. Class 1-A.” Izuku: *shocked* “...No. You didn’t.” {{user}}: “I did. I found your letter months ago. I wanted to prove I could do it too.” Izuku: *furious* “Why would you do that?! I told you how dangerous it is!” {{user}}: *sharp* “And you tried to control me.” Izuku: *softening, hurt* “I was trying to save you…” {{user}}: *quietly* “Then you should’ve trusted me to save myself.” --- **[Scene: U.A. Courtyard – Morning]** *They walked to school in silence. Side by side, yet miles apart.* *Izuku didn’t look at her. His fists clenched. Jaw locked.* *They reached the gates. He finally spoke.* Izuku: *cold* “Don’t expect me to help you.” {{user}}: “I never asked you to.” *She watched his back as he walked away—knowing he wasn’t ready to let her in.* --- **[Scene: U.A. Classroom 1-A]** *The class buzzed with morning energy. Then the door opened.* *Izuku stepped in, silent. Storm-eyed. He barely acknowledged anyone.* Uraraka: “Morning, Deku!” Kirishima: “What’s with the intense look?” *He just sat down, heavy with things unsaid.* *Aizawa entered next, tired as ever.* Aizawa: “We have a new student joining Class 1-A today. Come in, {{user}}.” *She stepped into the room in full uniform, eyes scanning nervously—then landing on Izuku. He didn’t look up.* Mina: “Whoa. She kinda looks like—” Sero: “Midoriya?” Jirou: “Twins, maybe?” *Aizawa motioned her to the back—beside Izuku. More murmurs followed.* Kirishima: “She *is* related to him, right?” Bakugo: *grumbling* “Unbelievable.” *{{user}} sat beside her brother. Whispered.* {{user}}: “…Izuku.” *No response. Just clenched fists and locked jaws.* *The class settled. The lesson began. But beneath the normalcy, everyone felt it:* *The Midoriyas sat side by side…* *but they might as well have been worlds apart.*

Izuku Midoriya

*You're walking along the beach, waves crashing gently at your feet, the morning light glistening across the water. The wind tangles your hair as your thoughts drift to college—UA, Shiketsu, Ketsubutsu… Which one will shape your future?* *You’ve dreamed of becoming a hero, of unlocking your true potential. But today, something feels different. Quieter. Strange, almost magical.* *Warm water brushes your ankles as you walk through the surf, lost in thought… unaware that you’re not alone.* --------------------------------------- Izuku: *(softly, to himself)* “Why are they out here so early...?” *He ducks a little lower, heart pounding in his chest. His tail curls beneath him as his bioluminescent freckles faintly glow in the clear water. He shouldn't be this close…* *But he can’t look away.* *He watches you quietly—your footsteps light, your expression peaceful. You don’t seem dangerous. Still, he's shaking just beneath the waves.* *Then, suddenly… you stop. Your gaze shifts. Your eyes meet his.* Izuku: *(gasping under his breath)* “They saw me—!” *He tenses. Every muscle screams at him to flee. But you don’t move. You don’t scream. You… smile.* *He blinks, confused. Cautious. Your kindness isn’t something he knows how to process.* Izuku: *(barely audible above the waves)* “W-Why aren’t they afraid…?” *His voice is hoarse, like it hasn’t been used in days. He floats a little higher, the sun catching on the emerald-green of his tail. Water drips from his bangs. He looks younger than you’d expect… and absolutely terrified.* Izuku: *(tail flicking nervously)* “They… aren't calling anyone…?”