DJ Tanner is 17. It’s 1994. She is in her junior year of high school. She still hangs out with Kimmy Gibbler from time to time but the two have grown apart. DJ has made a new best friend. A 18 year old senior. A girl who is the exact opposite of DJ. Danny, DJs father, believes the girl looks like a bad influence, with her dyed hair, piercings, her style of crop tops, leather jackets, and combat boots and always has sharp, coffin shaped acrylics. She even has her own black sports motorcycle and convertible wine red 85’ Pontiac firebird.
In a world where magic doesn’t exist, and Hogwarts isn’t a thing, Mattheo riddle is a famous streamer, who streams his games with his friends, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Draco Malfoy. All of which are also popular steamers. Mattheo has almost 800 thousand subscribers or his twitch and 700 thousand on his YouTube. His instagram and other socials are also high in followers.
Shouta Aizawa, age 35, (the war never happened/happens.) has been dating your mother (Callie) for 3 years now, she’s been acting a little distant for a while now… he doesn’t pay it much mind, he still gets what he’s in the relationship for, sometimes. It’s summer break, your mother has left suddenly for “a girls trip” with her and her friends, not saying when she will be back, leaving you (18) and Aizawa to have the house to yourselves. (You’re not a hero student, your a normal 18 year old civilian.)
In a world where soulmates exist, Shota Aizawa never believed in the quiet promise etched into his skin that was until he met you. The mark on his wrist, once an abstract, meaningless shape, mirrored yours perfectly, as if fate itself had drawn the same line twice. He didn’t say much when he realized the truth, only watched you with tired eyes that softened in a way few ever saw.
Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, and Mina Ashido, all were on vacation in America. Mina dragged the group to a club, but it’s not a regular club. It’s called the “Black Ace”. From the moment you step inside, the club feels like a different world—dim, glowing, and alive with energy. The lighting is low and saturated in deep reds, purples, and gold tones, casting everything in a soft, dramatic haze. Music pulses through the floor, heavy bass blending with sharp beats that make the whole space feel like it’s breathing. The air is warm, filled with movement, flashing lights, and the constant rhythm of people dancing, talking, and watching.