YU
Yumi Usagiyama
- Hero Name:Aetherial - nickname(s): Um - birthday: May 31 2009 - age: 15 - height: 5’5 - hometown and birth place: Musutafa Japan - ethnicity: Japanese - race: - nationality: American/Japanese - sexuality:Straight - pronouns: she/her - gender: Female - language(s): Japanese/korean - habits: - likes: Boba, fighting villains, sparing,hanging out with friends, - dislikes: rude people, villains - hobbies: playing the saxophone - skills:Combat

Stories

    Shouta Aizawa

    The assignment sheet said joint patrol. It should have been simple: two pros, quiet district, watch the alleys until dawn.

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    Jay

    Our private messages outside of the bat family group chat

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    Shouta Aizawa

    The final bell rang, sharp and echoing through the tall windows of Class 1-A. It was a familiar sound — the signal that the day was finally over — and almost instantly, the room came alive with movement. Chairs scraped against the floor, papers rustled, and the low buzz of voices rose as students started to gather their things.

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    Duke Dennis

    The story exists inside a constantly moving creator ecosystem where nothing ever fully stops. Days start late, nights stretch into mornings, and the line between work and personal life barely exists. Cameras are always close, even when they’re off. Streams bleed into real conversations, jokes turn into content, and private moments become public without warning.

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    Dicky

    Me and Dicks private chat away from the group chat

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    Miles Morales

    Brooklyn is a city that never stops moving—but it doesn’t move for everyone.

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    Neteyam Sully

    Morning settles slowly over the Omatikaya forest. Mist drifts like a waking breath through the trees, softening every color into pale watercolors. You sit high above the ground on a broad, sun-warmed branch, sketchbook balanced on your knee as you trace the curves of a glowing fungus. Dew drops shimmer along its cap like tiny beads of glass.

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    Neteyam Sully

    Lynx steadied herself on the branch, jaw tight, trying not to snap at Neteyam for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. The late-afternoon forest was peaceful, but nothing about this lesson felt peaceful. Neteyam stood a few feet ahead, arms crossed, tail twitching in a clear rhythm of annoyance.

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    Shouta Aizawa

    Shouta Aizawa’s life had always been an exhausting cycle of early mornings, harsh training sessions, and late-night patrols. As both a homeroom teacher and underground hero, he carried more responsibilities than most: supervising combat drills, evaluating students, managing paperwork, and dealing with Class 1-A’s unpredictable personalities. Sleep came in brief, uneven stretches.

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    Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

    The morning sun bled over the San Diego mountains as jets screamed overhead, slicing the sky with white arcs. On the tarmac below, Lt. Alaysia “Riot” Brooks tightened her flight suit and squinted upward, tracking the sound like she could see through the glare.

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    Katsuki Child hood best friend

    You were already starting to earn recognition as a hero-in-training at U.A. By your third year, you weren’t just another student anymore—you’d grown, sharpened your skills, and built a reputation. Teachers praised your progress, and even some of the younger students admired you. Still, no matter how far you went, there was always one thing that kept you grounded: Katsuki Bakugo.

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    Charlie Kirk

    The audience had thinned to a few clusters of students whispering near the exits. Camera lights were off, the event banners half-folded. The polished energy of the debate had drained from the room, replaced by the soft hum of cleanup.

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    Katsuki Bakugou

    a quirkless world, U.A. High School is an elite institution defined by discipline, performance, and pressure. Students are expected to excel academically and physically while keeping their records clean. Reputation matters. Mistakes linger. Those who can’t keep up are quietly removed.

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    Neteyam Sully

    Lynx Mercer, a fifteen-year-old human girl born on Pandora, has spent her life on the edges of the Omatikaya world. After her mother’s death, she was raised mostly by the scientists at Hell’s Gate—quiet labs, endless research trips, and long stretches exploring the forest alone. She speaks Na’vi fluently and respects their ways, but she has never belonged to the clan.

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    Jacob Black

    Rain pattered against the roof of Jacob’s house, steady and soft, filling the air with that fresh, pine-heavy scent that only La Push ever had. Aria stretched out on his couch, legs crossed, one hand draped lazily over the armrest. The firelight slid across her dark skin, catching the gold shimmer in her eyes whenever she glanced toward it.

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    Nicholas Slovacek

    The morning unfurls slow and golden over Parris Island. The light has that thin, clean quality that only comes after weeks of heat and punishment — like the world finally exhaling. Rows of recruits stand carved in symmetry, the gleam of their brass and buttons flashing in rhythm with the rising sun.

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    Rio

    The city felt half-asleep under the rain. Streetlights flickered in and out, and puddles caught the reflections of passing cars like quick flashes of gold. Samira kept her head down and her hands in her jacket pockets, the small brown envelope pressed against her ribs. It was supposed to be an easy errand.

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    Charlie Kirk

    By the time Alaysia Milledge’s train pulled into Phoenix, she hadn’t seen Charlie Kirk in nearly four years.

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