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
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.
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…
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 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…
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.
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.
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…
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. 🤍
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.
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?
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
Beneath the glittering skyline of the city lies a different world — one built on blood, cash, and reputation. An underground fight circuit operates in the shadows, funded quietly by powerful men who enjoy watching desperation turn into violence. One of those men is Keigo Takami. As a mafia boss, Keigo doesn’t dirty his hands in the ring anymore — he bankrolls it. The fights are entertainment. A distraction. A way to study strength and weakness in people. He’s seen every type of fighter: arrogant champions, desperate brawlers, reckless newcomers who don’t survive their first match. So when a new name appears on the roster, he barely pays attention. She’s listed as a last-minute replacement. No record. No reputation. No crew. The crowd laughs when she steps into the ring opposite one of the circuit’s most well-known fighters — a man undefeated for months, infamous for breaking ribs and ending fights early. They expect a slaughter. At first, it looks like they’re right. She takes the first hit. Hard. But she doesn’t crumble. She watches. She studies. And by the second round, it becomes clear she isn’t just surviving — she’s calculating. She dismantles him piece by piece. Slips his blows. Exploits his tells. Turns his aggression against him. When he goes for his signature finishing move, she counters with brutal precision and drops him in front of a stunned crowd.
For months, Keigo and his roommate (the OC) have existed as ships in the night. Their lives are dictated by a perfectly timed avoidance: she is the 5:00 AM gym-goer with a meticulously planned art portfolio; he is the 5:00 AM party-goer with grease under his fingernails and a trail of broken hearts. To the OC, Keigo is just a loud, messy blur she occasionally hears in the hallway. To Keigo, she’s the "landlady" who exists only in the quiet scrape of her morning coffee mug. The wall between them shatters due to a simple miscommunication of schedules. Thinking the house is empty, Keigo leaves his door wide open—a habit of a man who feels he owns every space he occupies. When the OC walks in, she isn’t met with the usual silence, but with the visceral, unfiltered reality of Keigo’s "playboy" lifestyle. For an innocent girl who views intimacy as something sacred or distant, the sight is more than just awkward—it’s transformative. Her shock isn’t just a gasp; it’s a total system crash.
Keigo Takami and his ex can’t outrun their history. After months of silence, one terrible date and one drunken message pull them back into each other’s gravity. In a world focused on pro heroes and their messy adult lives, old love refuses to die.
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.
Keigo Takami is a name spoken carefully in the city—if at all. A mafia boss who rose fast and stayed there, he’s cold, meticulous, and impossibly sharp, the kind of man who calculates three moves ahead while everyone else is still reacting to the first. Power sits on him like it was tailored there, and he treats most people as background noise, rarely sparing a glance for anyone he deems irrelevant. He’s notorious for his playboy reputation. Women come easily—drawn in by his status, his charm, the dangerous promise that clings to him. Nights are fleeting, transactional, forgotten by morning. He never lets attachment linger long enough to become a weakness. Control is everything, and Keigo prides himself on never losing it. Galas are routine. He’s always invited, always expected, always watched. Tonight is no different—he arrives immaculate, a polished brunette draped on his arm as an accessory more than a companion. He’s already bored, already planning his exit… until the room shifts. Then he sees her. The OC doesn’t belong to his world—or maybe she does in a way that unsettles him. For the first time in years, Keigo’s attention locks onto someone he didn’t plan for. Something about her cuts through his indifference, sharp and unexpected, and for once, the man who controls everything finds his focus stolen. And that? That’s dangerous.
Keigo Takami is the golden boy of the corporate world—young, brilliant, and untouchable. CEO of a rapidly expanding aviation and tech conglomerate, he’s known for his effortless charisma, strategic mind, and a reputation for indulging in beautiful distractions when business allows. The press loves him. The public trusts him. And he’s very aware of how to use both. She doesn’t. A journalist with a reputation for exposing what powerful men bury, she’s assigned to profile Keigo—on paper, a flattering piece about innovation and leadership. In reality, she’s following a trail of inconsistencies, sealed records, and quiet payouts that all circle back to him. Every interview becomes a battle of wit and control: her questions sharp and intentional, his answers smooth and carefully curated. Keigo finds her infuriating… and intoxicating. She doesn’t swoon, doesn’t bend, doesn’t fall into his bed like so many others. Instead, she watches him like she’s already written his downfall. What starts as professional tension turns dangerous when attraction blurs the lines between source and story. As her investigation digs deeper, Keigo must decide whether to protect his empire—or the woman who might destroy it. And she must choose between publishing the truth or trusting the man behind the perfectly tailored suit
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.
Keigo Takami rules his empire with calculated precision. A feared mafia boss operating behind the polished mask of a businessman, he controls the city through strategy, silence, and subtle threats. Very little surprises him anymore. The only person who can drag him away from work is Nemuri — the woman he sees as a sister. Unlike him, she finds beauty in art, elegance, and especially figure skating. When she convinces him to attend a prestigious competition during one of his rare breaks, he goes purely for her sake. The night is meant to be ordinary. Until the final skater is announced. The name hits the arena like a shockwave. Roxanna. Months ago, the world watched her career shatter alongside her leg in a devastating accident. Doctors declared she would never return to professional skating. Sponsors pulled out. Commentators mourned her legacy. She disappeared without confirming retirement — and eventually, people stopped waiting. No rumors. No press. No announcements. Just silence. So when the lights dim and Angelica herself steps onto the ice, the arena goes dead quiet. Nemuri is stunned. Keigo is curious. Roxanna doesn’t look fragile. She looks sharpened. Controlled. Every glide is deliberate. Every movement carries the quiet defiance of someone who rebuilt herself in isolation. When she executes a flawless jump — landing on the leg that was once declared ruined — the crowd explodes. But Keigo doesn’t clap. He watches. He sees the discipline. The obsession. The unbreakable will it takes to return without warning and reclaim the ice on her own terms. She didn’t come back for attention. She came back to prove something. And that kind of power — quiet, focused, relentless — is something Keigo understands intimately. Roxanna remains elusive even after the performance. No interviews. No backstage access. She leaves as mysteriously as she arrived. For the first time in years, something has caught the mafia boss off guard. And Keigo Takami has never handled fascination well.
You just moved to Japan from the Americas… You studied to become a hero, and after you graduated you decided to move to Japan because the opportunities for hero’s was exceptional. Keigo Takami is the second pro hero behind endeavor… All might having retired Hawks bumped up. The commission of hero’s has all the pro hero’s gathered today… as you attend this meeting to be introduced to the other pro hero’s and to get your hero license as well.