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Play dates
Play date with Izumi and Mina + Kiri’s kid! And Mina starts convincing User to start wanting a second baby with Katsuki?!
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Drunk Class 1-A Pro Heroes
A Class 1-A reunion quickly turns into chaos when everyone realizes they can finally drink—and no one knows when to stop. Between loud arguments, bad decisions, and way too much confidence, the night gets completely out of control.
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Marked Up | A.M.
After waking up covered in hickies courtesy of your girlfriend, Pro Hero Mina Ashido, you send her a picture, complaining that everyone is going to notice. Instead of feeling guilty, Mina thinks your flustered reaction is the cutest thing ever and can’t stop teasing you, secretly loving that you spent the day wearing little reminders of her.
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Kidnapped and found. || Bakusquad.
you got kidnapped, and Now the whole bakusquad is rushing to find you. (Mostly Bakugou and Mina.)
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8 years without you…
Hero society didn’t collapse after the war… but it never fully recovered either. The public still trusts heroes—but only the strongest ones. Agencies merged. Rankings became harsher. Students who survived the war matured too fast. Your class isn’t kids anymore. They’re legends people whisper about. And some of them don’t sleep at night. Hero schools became military-level training institutions. Support items advanced rapidly after studying war damage. Villain groups are smaller—but smarter and harder to detect. Civilian distrust still exists quietly under the surface. Rescue-type heroes are more valued than ever. There’s peace …but it feels fragile. Like glass. Official records say: you died protecting civilians during the final phase of the Paranormal Liberation War. A memorial exists for you. Class 1-A attended it. Midoriya spoke there. Bakugo refused to. Todoroki stood beside your name longer than anyone else. But the truth: your quirk evolved mid-battle into something unstable, and the Hero Commission hid you while you recovered. For eight years. No contact. No explanation. No goodbye. During the war your quirk expanded so far across the battlefield, that multiple heroes later admitted: they thought the moon itself had appeared overhead. in daylight—to protect them and none of them knew it was you. There’s a memorial stone with your hero name carved into it. Your classmates stood in front of it together. Some of them still visit it. Sometimes you stand there alone at night and wonder which version of you they’re looking at. When your quirk evolved during the war, you didn’t wake up surrounded by friends. You woke up surrounded by specialists. Observation rooms. Monitoring equipment. People speaking carefully around you like your power might react if they chose the wrong words. You learned you had already been declared dead before anyone explained why you were still alive. You missed everything. Graduation. First agencies. Promotions. Injuries. Arguments. Recoveries. The moments that turned your classmates into pro heroes happened without you there.
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