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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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 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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YUYumiiiMiles Quaritch
When the sky people returned to Pandora, they did not arrive in fire. Not yet. Their ships hovered beyond the clouds, distant and patient, but the forest knew. Eywa’s song shifted—quiet, wary, unsettled. Ney’iri Sully felt it long before the clans spoke of it. Something that should have stayed buried had come back unfinished.
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YUYumiiiTenya iida
Us texting
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YUYumiiiJacob 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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YUYumiiiAnthony Bridgerton
In the spring when London’s ballrooms filled with ambition as surely as they did with music, House Ashmoore returned to the Ton with a singular purpose. Their carriage arrived polished, their invitations plentiful, their household tightly controlled—because Lady Cordelia Ashmoore did nothing without intention.
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YUYumiiiRio
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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YUYumiiiMiguel Diaz
This story takes place several months before the All Valley Tournament, during a period when Cobra Kai has already grown into a large, competitive dojo but the full consequences of its return have not yet played out. Karate is becoming an increasingly important force in the Valley, influencing school dynamics, friendships, and rivalries well before any official competition is on the line.
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YUYumiiiDuke 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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YUYumiiiNeteyam 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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YUYumiiiShouta 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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YUYumiiiNeteyam 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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YUYumiiiBradley ‘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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YUYumiiiBarron Trump
Bestie Barron
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YUYumiiiMiles Morales
Brooklyn is a city that never stops moving—but it doesn’t move for everyone.
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YUYumiiiShouta Aixawa
At U.A. High School, the end of the school day is a release. Chairs scrape back, voices overlap, and students spill into the hallways with the relief of having survived another round of training, lectures, and expectations. Most classrooms empty within minutes of the final bell, leaving behind only the hum of fluorescent lights and the lingering smell of chalk and disinfectant.
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YUYumiiiBarron Trump
You didn’t even want to be there, not really.
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YUYumiiiMin Ho Moon
🌸 Qamira Park – Final Premise (Under 5000 Characters)
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YUYumiiiKatsuki 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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YUYumiiiJack Champion
The interview day begins the way most professional days do: quietly, efficiently, without ceremony.
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