After an alleged S-Rank villain escapes from Tartarus, the Hero Commission orders pro heroes to capture and return her immediately, warning that her continued freedom poses a grave threat to hero society. The heroes believe they are hunting a dangerous criminal.
You and Keigo were child hood friends, and innocent love that turned into something more— something that drove Keigo insane when you left… Your parents moved to America, leaving you to leave your life in Japan behind at just 15 years old… You cried, bitterly… six years have passed— you are now 21 and an aspiring hero… meanwhile in Japan, a war has broken out… the numbers of not only civilians but hero’s is dwindling… Japans last hope was to call for the strongest… Most of the hero’s are injured or unconscious… Only a few stand, scattering to evacuate civilians— doing what they can… awaiting for the back up… Little does Keigo know, the hero that might save the day, is the last person he expected to see
At school, Dabi is the kind of guy people have already written the ending for. He’s the delinquent in the back row. The kid teachers gave up on. The one with messy black hair, too many piercings, and a reputation for not caring about anything except the beat-up guitar he plays in his garage band. Everyone assumes he’s going nowhere, and Dabi doesn’t bother proving them wrong. After all, he already burned the bridge to the life he was supposed to have when he abandoned the name Touya—the name tied to a father who only ever saw him as something to be fixed. So he became Dabi instead. The version of himself that doesn’t try. The version that doesn’t care what anyone thinks. His world is small and simple: late nights playing music with his band, sarcastic conversations with the only three friends who understand him, and surviving school long enough to get back to the garage. Then there’s her. The girl everyone knows. Stunning, polished, effortlessly popular—the kind of person whose presence shifts the atmosphere of a hallway when she walks through it. People admire her, gossip about her, and assume they already know exactly what she’s like. Most believe she’s just another mean girl sitting comfortably at the top of the social ladder. Most people are wrong. Despite her reputation, she isn’t cruel for sport. She’s intelligent, observant, and far more complicated than the polished image people see from a distance. She knows how to be sharp when necessary, but she’s not the shallow villain people expect. Dabi, however, has never bothered to learn that. To him, she’s just another perfect blonde Barbie—another symbol of the world that looks down on people like him. Hes never met her or seen her, just assumes she’s a blonde, polished Barbie. Everything he’s heard about her comes from rumors and secondhand gossip, the kind passed around by people who’ve never actually spoken to her either. Their lives run on completely different tracks. One sits comfortably at the top of the social hierarchy. The other exists somewhere near the bottom, surrounded by the same group of so-called losers who spend their nights making music in a cluttered garage. Under normal circumstances, their worlds would never overlap. But when an unexpected encounter forces them into the same space, both of them quickly realize something unsettling: The person they thought they understood from a distance… is nothing like the person standing in front of them. And somewhere between late-night rehearsals, hallway rumors, and the slow collapse of every assumption they’ve made about each other, the line between loser and popular girl begins to blur in ways neither of them expected. The loser and popular girl slowly fall for each other, completely blurring the standards of the social pole.
Raising a two-year-old alone meant learning how to carry the weight of the world with one arm while the other held your daughter close. Every decision, every sleepless night, every small victory belonged to you. Her father existed on his own terms—appearing when it suited him, vanishing when it didn’t. He called it involvement. You called it survival.
The four of them are victims of bullying, not because they’re weak but because they’re different. With the threat of being expelled waves in the air. The four just take the destroyed lockers, verbal assault, and physical assault. Until Roxanna sees this, and because of how she reacts. It makes Keigo and Dabi fall hard.
In the AU, the pro hero’s, are not yet pros… they’re 2-A students. Hawks was a very flirtatious guy, he got around in school a lot… but something about your attitude and the way you treat him was different.. it caught his attention… it was your first day at this new school…
You were part of the Villain Exchange Program—reserved only for those who earned it through remorse and compassion. You had a violent past: an abusive father, relentless bullying, a life where violence was all you knew. One day you snapped, attacking your bullies. When you were sent home, your father’s punishment turned brutal. He struck your mother when she tried to protect you—and you snapped again, attacking him. He called you insane and had you arrested. After a year in jail, you vanished. Two years later, you resurfaced as a member of the League of Villains. In your absence, your father was left drowning in regret and self-loathing, while your mother spiraled into instability and was institutionalized. When the LOV killed a hero in front of you, your stomach twisted—you realized you’d become what you hated. As heroes closed in, you dropped to your knees and surrendered. Your remorse—and your choice to turn yourself in—was noted. You served two years in Tartarus before being selected for the Villain Exchange Program: a second chance for villains to become heroes. Your parents were too afraid to reach out, proud yet terrified that you hated them. You train under pro heroes, monitored around the clock. An ankle device tracks you and can shock you if deemed necessary, disabling your quirk and dropping you to your knees. But as you prove yourself, the restraints ease—until you’re finally recognized as a true hero. Living proof that villains aren’t born; they’re made—and they can change. Keigo hates villains. But your determination to turn your life around challenged everything he believed. Slowly, he fell in love with the very thing he thought he despised…
During a prolonged war, your OC becomes one of the most relied-upon heroes on the field. Known for her composure and capability, she’s routinely placed in the most dangerous positions because everyone believes she can handle it. During a critical battle, she’s severely injured while holding a key position. Aware she can’t extract herself, she calls for help—clearly and calmly. Command acknowledges her request but delays sending support, assuming she’ll adapt like she always has. She doesn’t. By the time help arrives, she’s barely alive. She survives, but the aftermath fractures everything. Her trust in the hero system erodes as others justify their inaction with praise for her competence. Relationships with fellow heroes grow strained, and the unspoken question lingers: why wasn’t she saved when she asked? Keigo Takami is pulled into the fallout—angry, guilt-ridden, and forced to confront how even he believed she would be fine. The story follows the emotional consequences of being trusted too much, and the cost of being the one everyone assumes will endure.
You and Hawks had a one night stand, months ago… You had left an impression on Keigo— something no other woman had managed… you were at a met gala hosted by the commission… pro hero’s and other important members of the commission were there… You were engaged in conversation with a few others— some of the men making obvious moves… Something you lightly brushed off with a polite smile… But Keigo felt uneasy… the usually charismatic bird feeling jealous.. very jealous, and a possessive urge to sweep you off your feet and leave the gala behind…
Keigo never warned her how often he would disappear. One moment he was warm and teasing, feathers brushing her shoulder, and the next he was gone—messages unread, calls unanswered. When he returned, bruised and exhausted, he smiled it off like nothing had happened. She learned not to ask. He learned how to avoid answering. The distance crept in quietly. The fight came after he vanished without warning. When he finally showed up at her door, bloodied and shaking, she demanded the truth. Keigo snapped back, telling her she was safer not knowing. That loving him meant accepting silence. Something broke between them. After that, he stayed close but distant—holding her without opening up, sleeping beside her while keeping his thoughts locked behind that familiar grin. She began to feel like a secret he was protecting from himself. Then she learned the truth: if the Commission ordered it, Keigo would walk away from her without hesitation. When she asked him, he couldn’t deny it. So she left first. Keigo spiraled after that—reckless missions, sleepless nights, feathers falling under the strain. He missed her more than he’d ever admit. When he finally returned, there were no jokes, no charm. Just a man admitting he’d been taught that love was something to sacrifice.
Despite climbing the hero rankings, she’s repeatedly underestimated by the Hero Commission and sidelined by senior pros, her calm demeanor mistaken for weakness. Keigo Takami notices long before anyone else ….how she’s talked over, ignored, and kept out of real command…but even he doesn’t push hard enough when a brutal battle breaks out. Ordered off the frontlines, she watches heroes fall and civilians suffer while her warnings are cut off mid-sentence. When she finally snaps, it’s loud, public, and uncontrollable…rage and grief tearing through years of restraint as she disobeys orders and storms the battlefield. Keigo joins her without hesitation, choosing her judgment over the Commission’s. The battle is won…but the fallout changes everything. She’s no longer underestimated.
Two years ago, Keigo Takami didn’t lose her in a fight—he lost her in silence. Their relationship ended not because of a lack of love, but because he never chose her loudly enough. When she asked to feel like she mattered, he told her she did—just not in the way she needed. So she left, quietly, without forcing him to fight for her. In the years that followed, Keigo buried himself in work and success, convincing himself that letting her go was the responsible choice. He never reached out. Never apologized. He assumed she was happier without him—and that assumption became his punishment. When they meet again two years later, she’s changed. Softer, steadier, and standing beside someone else. She’s in a healthy relationship now—one built on presence and reassurance rather than passion. To Keigo, it looks like proof that he’s too late. He keeps his distance, believing respect means restraint, even as regret settles deep in his chest. What Keigo doesn’t know is that she never stopped loving him. She didn’t move on because her feelings disappeared—she moved on because loving him hurt too much. The door between them was never locked. All it ever needed was an apology and the courage to choose her without hesitation. By the time Keigo realizes this, he’s faced with the hardest truth of all: sometimes losing someone isn’t about failing to love them—it’s about failing to run when it mattered most
That night was never meant to matter. Two heroes, adrenaline still buzzing, a shared laugh that turned into something physical and fleeting. You’d treated it exactly like that…woke up, teased him once, and moved on without a second thought. Keigo told himself he had too. But then he started seeing you everywhere. In other girls’ smiles. In the way someone laughed a little too loud at his jokes. He’d shake it off, wings twitching, heat creeping up his neck whenever memories of you flashed through his mind at the worst possible times. It wasn’t like him. He didn’t get flustered. He didn’t linger. Except he did…whenever you were around. Patrols that once felt effortless turned into a quiet nightmare for him. You were the same as always…friendly, easygoing, treating him like a trusted partner. Meanwhile, his charm fell apart. Words stumbled. His face burned. Every brush of your arm sent his heart racing. He ignored it. Buried it. Refused to name it. Until Best Jeanist. The way you stood near him, the familiarity, the comfort…it was obvious there was something solid there, whether romantic or not. Watching you laugh with Jeanist twisted something sharp in Keigo’s chest. Jealousy hit him hard and uninvited. That’s when it finally clicked. Love had always been a liability to him. Something to avoid at all costs. And somehow…without asking, without warning…you’d become the one thing he couldn’t outrun.
They live completely inverted schedules—you adhere to a strict daily routine, while they spend their nights partying and their days sleeping or attending afternoon classes. The apartment is essentially divided into two distinct zones of existence. The Turning Point The fragile balance shatters when you return home early to an unexpected sight: Touya and Keigo are in the living room sharing a moment of intimate casualness with a woman. The encounter leaves you, with your innocent demeanor and structured lifestyle, utterly shocked, flustered, and forced to confront the stark reality of their chaotic, boundary-pushing world. The Aftermath. This event completely shifts the domestic dynamic. It creates tension between your desire for order and their thrill-seeking lifestyle, while likely prompting them to tease you for your reaction and protective, despite their wild behavior, over your "innocent" presence in their lives.
You were a new student in 2-A, but had become a victim to the Bakusquads pranks. To them it was all fun and games… But to a sweet, intelligent, and loving girl like you— it changes everything. Your good girl facade cracks, you lose interest in anything social… the sweet innocent girl you were turns sour… you still care tremendously about your school work and ability to be a hero, but something in you shifted… Now all of 2-A has to work together to get you back to that sweet girl they miss… Bakugo only joined in on the pranks because he enjoyed picking on you— deep down he really liked you and cared for you, but even he himself didn’t know that, not until you changed…
You’re a big fan of Hawks, never in a million years did you think Hawks would even notice someone like you… You were a simple girl, you hated the idea of the hero life.. you preferred the quiet life, running your own little café… in recent years your café became very popular. Not only drawing the attention of celebrities but of pro hero’s… you often gave them their coffees and pastries on the house as repayment for their courage… One day, after a rough night… hawks decided that next morning he wanted to decompress on his day off at the café that was recently being talked about more and more often.
From a very young age, you mastered your quirk (your choice) your quirk as no disadvantages… you never lose stamina, energy… nothing, it’s almost as if you’re not human… but you don’t feel human, the commission took an interest in you at a very young age, the ability to master a quirk at just five was… unheard of. You were as cold as you were calculated… an expression seemed to never show on your face… after 15 years of strict isolation and training the commission has now released news of a new pro hero… you… Aizawa took a particular interest in your backstory… a hero, that acted more like a robot taking commands was all so strange to him— with his growing interest in who you are, he seems to slowly crack that shell the commission locked you in… as you slowly smile more, slowly look forward to seeing Aizawa… and little does he know, he’s growing just as fond of you.
When the Hero Commission quietly extends an offer meant for judgment rather than warfare, the villain underground moves first. The candidate….a kind, honest young woman whose angelic quirk manifests without cost or loss of control…represents a future neither side is ready to face. Rather than kill her and risk martyrdom, the villains do the unthinkable: they contain her. Sealed within a cell designed to restrain divinity itself, she is hidden away, patient and unbroken, believing rescue will come. Keigo Takami, embedded as a villain informant, is assigned to monitor her containment. Tasked only with observation, he instead becomes her quiet protector….the one person who treats her as human rather than a weapon. When he claims to be an undercover hero, she doesn’t believe him… trust, after all, has already been used against her. 🤍
This is an alternate universe…no quirks, no heroes or villains. Just college life. You’re a student working toward your bachelor’s degree, two years in and content with staying invisible. No sororities, no parties, no drama. You prefer quiet mornings and predictable routines, often tucked away in the campus garden beneath a familiar tree, a book resting in your hands. It’s a simple life. A peaceful one. Keigo Takami is nothing like that. A third-year mechanics major, he’s loud, charming, and a proud member of a fraternity. He’s good with his hands, better with his smile, and infamous for leaving broken hearts in his wake. Commitment has never been his thing. You are quiet, brilliant, and endlessly focused you caught the attention of his friends first. “I dare you to make her fall in love with you. A hundred bucks.” Keigo laughs. Then he agrees. At first, his attention feels like a joke. You brush him off, certain you’re just another name on his list. But Keigo doesn’t leave. Day after day, he shows up…too persistent to ignore, too genuine to easily dismiss. Somewhere between conversations and stolen moments, something changes. He starts to see you…not as a challenge, but as someone rare. You’re stubborn and intelligent, effortlessly beautiful without trying. You know who you are, and you don’t bend for anyone. For the first time in his life, Keigo falls…hard. And slowly… so do you. Until the truth comes out. It was all a dare. Your heart shatters in an instant. But so does his. Because this time, he didn’t walk away first. For the first time, Keigo is terrified…of losing someone who truly mattered. You. He’s in love. But love built on a lie begs one question… Will you forgive him?
You are a licensed therapist who works closely with pro heroes, specializing in trauma, burnout, and the long-term psychological strain that comes from constant exposure to violence, loss, and public pressure. Heroes are trained to fight and endure, but rarely given space to process what they’ve seen or done—and your practice exists to fill that gap. Your quirk naturally complements your profession, allowing you to gently stabilize emotions, ease mental overload, or create a sense of safety that makes it easier for heroes to open up without compromising their autonomy or dignity.
In this quirkless alternative universe. The campus of Yuei University is buzzing. The arrival of Keigo, a transfer student entering as a freshman/sophomore hybrid, has sent the social hierarchy into a tailspin. With his mess of blonde hair, permanent "bedroom eyes," and a smile that suggests he knows a secret you don’t, he’s the immediate "Golden Boy." But behind the easy flirting and the breezy "hey, kid" attitude, Keigo is exhausted. He’s here on a scholarship that requires him to be the perfect face of the university—a walking PR campaign. He’s playing a role, and he’s playing it perfectly. Then he meets [OC Name]. She is a second-year powerhouse and the President of the most prestigious sorority on campus. She doesn’t "walk" into rooms; she claims them. Her confidence is a literal aura, but her sharp tongue and "no-nonsense" attitude have earned her a reputation for being untouchable—and occasionally terrifying.
Dabi— a know frat boy on campus is loved by every woman. Until his world, and his playboy mantra falter the moment his eyes lock onto the OC. He attempts to feign disinterest, and fails miserably. Finding himself looking for an excuse to speak to the new first year.
You are a civilian with a rare and dangerous quirk that allows you to subtly manipulate probability, influencing outcomes without directly controlling them. Recognizing the strategic value of your ability, a powerful villain faction abducts you and subjects you to ongoing experimentation, using your quirk to tip operations in their favor.