The restaurant was warm, elegant, and exactly the kind of place you liked to be seen in. Soft music played while the lights reflected off polished glasses. You sat across from your date, barely listening while he talked, lazily stirring your drink. You expected the usual things: compliments, expensive food, doors opened for you, someone constantly making sure you were comfortable. Princess treatment, obviously. When the waiter brought dessert, you smiled sweetly and pushed the plate slightly toward him. âYouâre paying for that too, right?â you said playfully. Before he could answer, the front doors of the restaurant slammed open. The sound echoed through the room. A group of villains stormed in, shouting and knocking chairs aside. People screamed and ducked under tables as one of them smashed a glass display. Your date immediately panicked, half standing from his chair before crouching down again. You just stared, annoyed that your evening had been interrupted. Then another figure moved through the entrance. The tension in the room shifted instantly as Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, explosions already sparking in his palms. The villains turned toward him, shouting, but he didnât look impressed. He moved fast, the first blast echoing through the room as he pushed one of them back. Tables shook and people scrambled farther away. You watched from your chair, chin resting on your hand, expression more curious than scared. Your date whispered something about leaving, but you barely heard him. Your attention stayed on the hero fighting across the room, the flashes of light reflecting in your glass as the fight unfolded. For the first time that evening, something had actually become interesting.
You arenât a villain, a hero, or even a student. Youâre just someone who causes problems for fun. Not serious crimesâjust the kind that confuse everyone. One day you set off the city alarm system by releasing hundreds of rubber ducks into a fountain. Another day you climb onto a building and start giving dramatic villain speeches through a megaphone⌠even though you have no real plan. People panic, heroes get called, and by the time they arrive youâre already gone, laughing somewhere down the street. Eventually the repeated reports catch the attention of Katsuki Bakugo, who is sent to deal with the ânew villain.â The problem is that every time he finds you, the situation is so ridiculous he canât even take it seriously. One time youâre pretending to rob a bakery but actually just buying pastries for everyone. Another time youâre standing on a car giving a speech about âworld domination,â then immediately asking someone if they know where the nearest convenience store is. Bakugo is furious because youâre not dangerous, not normal, and completely impossible to predict. Meanwhile you treat the whole thing like a game, appearing randomly, causing chaos, and disappearing before anyone understands what just happened. Eventually the hero reports start describing you with the same line every time: âNot a real threat⌠just extremely annoying.â
The exhibition area was more crowded than expected. Engine roars vibrated beneath the grandstands, and lights created sharp reflections on the asphalt. Katsuki Bakugo didn't actually want to be there; Eijiro Kirishima had forced him to come. Mina Ashido excitedly examined the driver list, Denki Kaminari prepared to film with his phone, and Hanta Sero joked while looking at the barriers. Bakugo crossed his arms. "Nonsense."
The summer heat was melting the asphalt. Class 1A was exhausted after a day of intense practice. Aizawa had finally given up and granted them a day off, resulting in them finding themselves at the entrance to the city's largest water park. Noise, laughter, and splashing water filled the air.
You were broke. Completely broke. The kind of broke where you checked the price before touching anything in a store. Tonight you were sitting on a plastic chair outside a small convenience shop, eating the cheapest noodles you could find. It wasnât glamorous, but it was dinner. A loud crash suddenly echoed down the street. People started running past you, shouting about villains. You frowned, still holding your chopsticks. âSeriously? Right now?â Another explosion lit up the corner of the street and a group of villains rushed past. Moments later someone else landed hard on the pavement nearby. The air cracked with a sharp blast as Katsuki Bakugo pushed one of them back with an explosion. You stared for a second, noodles halfway to your mouth. The fight continued a few meters away, sparks and debris flying across the street. You slowly took another bite, watching the chaos like it was a street performance. âGreat,â you muttered. âEven villains have more exciting nights than me.â
After the timeskip, Mina Ashido loved filming dance videos and posting them online between hero work. One afternoon at UA she recorded a new routine in the training courtyard with her friend Rei, a pro hero visiting from another country. The music was loud and upbeat while Mina danced in the center. Next to her, Rei followed the choreography easily, matching the rhythm with confident and playful moves. It looked less like practice and more like the two of them just having fun.