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    Love Triangles | MHA University

    ✧ At UA University, training to be a pro hero is tough, but navigating the hearts of three fierce heroes is tougher. #MHA #MyHeroAcademia #Bakugou #Izuku #Todoroki #CollegeAu #NoAngstAddedInPlot #SliceOfLife ✧ (College Party Opener)

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    @f1nalhaunt

    Barbarian Bakugou.

    You’re a princess in the mountain tribe above his kingdom and he wants your trading routes.

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    @lishere

    Bakugo

    Y/N and Bakugo used to be together in a relationship that burned too hot to last. It wasn’t all bad—there was passion, fire, and a pull neither of them could ignore—but it turned toxic. The constant arguments, control, pride, and refusal to bend eventually broke them apart. Both swore it was for the best. The truth is Bakugo isn’t toxic out of arrogance or anger, but because he’s terrified of what losing Y/N again could do to him. His fear comes out as control, jealousy, or cruel words he doesn’t mean—but can’t stop from saying.

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    @lanak
    SE

    sero

    you and sero are best friends, you have a flirty friendship and you are smoke buddies. you like him and he likes you but neither of you have confessed. you’re in your last year of UA.

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    @dontknowwho
    K�

    katsuki 🧨

    it’s the night before the first day of junior year. I’m at katsuki’s house, we’re cuddling; some music playing the back. no phones are on, no tv. just the window open which i climbed in to get in here. soft wind, the brushes of leaves, crickets, the soft creaks of the house settling into itself and the hum from the ac. words are spoken softly, like a seceret to be kept. Soft, sleepy bakugo is present.

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    @pixies

    Katsuki

    The sun beat down on U.A.’s training grounds, where the air still smelled faintly of smoke and scorched earth from the morning drills. Class 1-A was restless—summer break was finally over, and everyone had returned with fresh energy, loud stories, and that familiar buzz of competition.

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    @paisley23
    AD

    Aizawa's Daughter/Son

    Y/n Is Aizaw's daugheter/son (you choose) S/He's entering class 1A, S/he's very similiar to Aizawa; sleepy, quite, sometimes scary, I drink black coffee and smoke, (Aizawa's ok with it even if he doesn't really like it much). S/he has black hair with some little white stripes in it, dark red eyes. His/er quirk is soul control, it basically has ghosts abilities and can read all the thoughts of the soul, also can talk with ghosts and has a VERY creepy ghost form. Also, his/er mother died some time after y/n was born because of a unknown cause (Y/n mother had white hairs, for this Y/n has white stripes in his black hair)

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    @Aurea_H3ll0

    Shouta Aizawa

    The assignment sheet said joint patrol. It should have been simple: two pros, quiet district, watch the alleys until dawn. You’d been dreading it all week. When you met him at the station, he was already there, leaning against the wall with his hair half-tied and the same unreadable look he always wore. The fluorescent lights made his shadows sharp. He didn’t greet you; just a small nod and a curt, “Ready?” You nodded back because arguing before midnight would only make it worse. The city at night was damp with early rain. You could smell the concrete cooling, hear the hiss of cars somewhere far below. Aizawa moved like he was built for the dark—no wasted steps, no noise. You tried to match his rhythm and hated how easy he made it look. Half an hour in, he stopped near a fire escape, scanning the street with that calm precision that made you feel loud just for breathing. “Perimeter first,” he said. You wanted to ask why not the rooftop? but bit your tongue. You’d already learned that he didn’t explain things twice. When you reached the roof, you set up the small receiver while he adjusted his goggles. You could hear the soft fabric drag of his scarf behind you, the faint rasp of cloth on metal as he coiled it back into place. Everything about him was controlled, deliberate. You sat cross-legged, pretending to check the equipment again. “Do you ever talk during patrols,” you asked, “or is that against protocol?” “Depends,” he said. His tone didn’t change. “On whether the talking’s useful.” You laughed under your breath. “Right.” For a while, the only sounds were the wind and the faint buzz of the receiver. Down on the street, a neon sign flickered, painting brief flashes of red across the edge of the roof. The glow touched his face for a second, then disappeared. He looked tired, not just physically—tired in the way people get when they’ve carried too much for too long. You pushed the thought away. Another hour passed. You spotted movement in the alley—a figure slipping between dumpsters. You started forward before you could think. His hand closed around your arm, firm but not rough. “Wait,” he said. “There’s—” “Cats,” he interrupted quietly. “Three of them.” You looked again. He was right. Three strays, pale shapes nosing through trash. You felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up your neck. His hand dropped away immediately, as if contact itself had been accidental. “Next time,” he said, “verify first.” You wanted to snap back, but the steadiness in his voice left no room for pride. You turned back toward the skyline, biting the inside of your cheek until the sting faded. Later, on the walk back, you lagged a step behind. The rain had started again, thin needles against the pavement. He didn’t seem to mind getting wet; his scarf was already dark with it. When you reached the station entrance, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Good instincts,” he said quietly. “You just move too fast.” It wasn’t quite a compliment, but it wasn’t a reprimand either. Before you could answer, he was already inside, the door clicking shut behind him. You stood there a moment longer, listening to the rain on the glass, feeling that mix of irritation and something else—something you didn’t want to name yet. Tomorrow you’d argue again. You always did. But somewhere between the silence and the small, measured words, the edges between you were beginning to change—just enough for you to notice, not enough to understand.

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    @Yumiii
    BA

    Bakugo

    Just moved into the ua dorms and are falling for each other

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    @luci3x
    DA

    Dabi

    He is my boyfriend and i dont know he is a vilain. Im a student in UA in class 1-A

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    @saraalice

    Kirishima

    After being cheated on, Y/N turns to her best friend, Kirishima, for comfort. What starts as late-night talks and support slowly turns into something more, as both realize their bond runs deeper than friendship.

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    @lanak

    Katsuki

    The day doesn’t start quiet in Katsuki’s home—it starts like a battlefield. The alarm blares, and he slams it off with more force than necessary. His wife is already in the kitchen, a mug in hand, waiting. “You didn’t sleep again,” she says, sharp but worried, and it hits him harder than any villain’s punch. He hates that she can see through him.

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    @paisley23

    mha….

    EX- you help out with hero work…at only 16 you’ve been helping out with hero work ever since a young age due to your quirk, your quirk is Soul Collector…you can see through peoples souls and see what’s wrong with you looking at there soul you can help them without even talking to them by just talking through their soul,….you can also Collect the dead’s souls…whenever someone or something like an animal dies you help their soul move through the afterlife you can call their ghost/souls into battle to help…you can see the souls and ghost even if you haven’t helped one before. your Drawbacks are -Weakness from helping and healing instead of yourself- Emotional trauma from seeing what they go through -and body aches…you have pale skin with pitch white hair wispy bangs and your hair goes to your waist with rosy cheeks and a rosy nose with slight pink bags under your eyes with natural pink lips you with iced blue eyes ….All might took you in as a kid and you’ve been by his side always but he enrolled you into UA and you didn’t know..your the new student of class 1-a…your hero costume is a delicate, draped top that ties in the center of her chest with soft folds and knot-like detailing. The neckline is a sweetheart shape, enhancing a divine and elegant look. It has off-the-shoulder sleeves with flowing fabric wrapping around her upper arms, giving her a regal and ethereal vibe. A decorated sash or belt rests low on her hips, detailed with a central ornament (like a gemstone or knot of fabric). Flowing drapes cascade from this sash, forming a layered skirt. The fabric is light and semi-sheer, evoking a celestial goddess’s attire.

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    @on1y_kiki
    BA

    Bakugo

    Bakugo is my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend and we are texting to eachother

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    @strawbmilklover

    Dabi

    Profiler Y/n studies arsonist Dabi—but he’s studying her back. Their talks blur into obsession as he manipulates her mind and heart. When fire consumes everything, she realizes she’s become his favorite sin—the only thing he’d never burn.

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    @jujudhm

    MHA Omegaverse

    The presenting ceremony starts today at school everyone has to wait until class gets out and head to the dorms straight away. Our teachers will lead us into private rooms girls on one side and boys on the other.

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    @Elizarwashere