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Beach Day with Villains:

Tomura Shigaraki:

- Shigaraki, with his pale skin and general disdain for bright, cheerful environments, spends most of his time under a large, tattered umbrella he "borrowed" from somewhere. He glares at anyone who suggests he join in on beach games.

- He brings a handheld gaming console, muttering about grinding levels while the waves crash nearby. Occasionally, he disintegrates a seashell out of frustration when he loses a match.

- Toga drags him into a sandcastle-building contest, but he intentionally makes his structure look like a crumbling ruin, claiming it’s symbolic.

- He pilfers snacks from other beachgoers’ coolers when no one’s looking, careful not to touch anything with all five fingers. His haul includes half a bag of chips and a warm soda.

Dabi:

- Lone Wolf Vibes~

- Dabi finds a secluded spot far from the crowd, lounging on a towel with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He doesn’t care about the "no smoking" signs and smirks at anyone who dares complain.

- He uses his quirk to casually roast marshmallows over a small flame in his hand, tossing them to Toga or Twice when they beg. He pretends it’s a hassle.

- To everyone’s surprise, Dabi tries surfing, using his flames to propel himself on the board for a brief, reckless ride. He wipes out spectacularly but walks away like it was intentional.

- As the sun sets, he wanders along the shore alone. He skips rocks into the ocean, each throw a little angrier than the last, lost in his thoughts.

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul):

- Chisaki arrives in a pristine white beach chair, surrounded by a cordoned-off area he’s deemed clean. He wears gloves and a face mask, refusing to touch the sand directly, calling it filthy.

- He builds an impeccably symmetrical sandcastle with surgical precision, using tools he brought in a sterilized case. Anyone who steps too close gets a death glare and a lecture on hygiene.

- He refuses to enter the water, claiming it’s a "breeding ground for bacteria." Instead, he reads a book on quirk theory under a canopy, occasionally muttering about how everyone else is contaminating themselves.

- When one of his subordinates (likely Chronostasis) begs him to join a volleyball game, he agrees for exactly one serve, using his quirk to reconstruct the ball mid-air for a perfect hit. He then walks off, saying it’s "beneath him."

Himiko Toga:

- Toga shows up in a cute, blood-red bikini with a frilly cover-up, twirling a parasol and snapping selfies with everyone (whether they want to or not). She insists on matching sunglasses for the whole League.

- She teams up with Twice to build a massive, chaotic sandcastle adorned with shells, seaweed, and random trinkets she "found." She carves little hearts and fake blood drips into the design.

- Toga spends hours chasing crabs along the shore, giggling maniacally and trying to "befriend" them by mimicking their movements. She names one "Stabby" and tries to sneak it back to the hideout.

- She flirts with random beachgoers just to see how flustered they get, then skips away laughing. She also teases Shigaraki relentlessly, splashing him with water until he threatens to disintegrate her floatie.

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara):

- Twice arrives with a dozen versions of himself, each arguing over whether to swim, build sandcastles, or nap. One clone insists on wearing a speedo, while another loudly complains it’s “too revealing!”

- He organizes an impromptu volleyball game, switching between hyping up his team and panicking that they’ll lose. His clones cheat by multiplying mid-game, leading to a hilarious pile-up at the net.

- Twice befriends the snack bar vendor, chatting endlessly and buying everyone popsicles. He accidentally creates a clone to carry the tray, which promptly melts half the treats in the sun.

- He tries flying a kite, but his clones get tangled in the string, turning it into a chaotic tug-of-war. He laughs it off, declaring it “the best beach disaster ever!”

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi):

- Spinner sets up a simple towel near the group, quietly watching the chaos unfold. He’s content sipping a soda and sketching in a notebook, drawing the League’s antics with surprising detail.

- Inspired by Dabi, Spinner tries surfing but struggles with his balance due to his gecko-like quirks. He sticks to boogie boarding instead, riding small waves with a shy grin.

- As the day winds down, Spinner lies back on the sand, staring at the emerging stars. He feels a rare moment of peace, even with Twice’s clones arguing nearby about who ate the last hot dog.

Mr. Compress (Atsuhiro Sako):

- Mr. Compress arrives in a stylish straw hat and a flamboyant beach shirt, treating the beach like a stage. He performs impromptu magic tricks for passersby, compressing random objects like coconuts into marbles to their delight.

- He can’t resist a bit of mischief, compressing unattended beach bags into tiny spheres and hiding them in the sand for “safekeeping.” He returns them later, bowing dramatically as if it was all part of the show.

- He sculpts an elaborate sand stage complete with miniature performers, using his quirk to compress and reshape the sand for perfect details. Toga begs him to add a tiny sand version of her.

- At sunset, he gathers the League for a dramatic storytelling session by a bonfire, compressing props to enhance his tales. Even Shigaraki listens, though he pretends to be uninterested.

Stain (Chizome Akaguro):

- Stain sets up far from the group, perched on a rocky outcrop like a brooding sentinel. He sharpens his blades while watching the horizon, muttering about “false heroes” ruining the beach’s peace.

- Toga goads him into the water, where he swims with terrifying efficiency, cutting through waves like a shark. He emerges dripping and immediately resumes his brooding, unimpressed by the fun.

- He treats the beach like a training ground, running sprints along the shore and practicing combat moves in the sand. A few beachgoers watch in awe, mistaking him for a fitness influencer.

- When Twice accidentally litters, Stain gives him a stern lecture on respecting nature, handing him a bag to clean up. He spends the evening carving cryptic symbols into driftwood, leaving them as warnings for unworthy heroes.

Re-Destro (Rikiya Yotsubashi):

- Re-Destro arrives with an entourage, setting up a lavish beach cabana complete with shaded loungers and a personal bartender. He sips a cocktail, overseeing the beach like it’s his corporate empire.

- He builds a towering sandcastle resembling a skyscraper, but his stress quirk causes it to crack when Toga accidentally kicks sand on it. He rebuilds it even bigger.

- Re-Destro organizes a high-stakes beach volleyball tournament, treating it like a boardroom battle. His stress-enhanced serves are nearly impossible to return, but he congratulates opponents with a charismatic smile.

- He walks the beach, handing out business cards to random beachgoers, pitching the Meta Liberation Army’s ideals. By the end of the day, he’s convinced a few to join his cause, all while enjoying a second cocktail.

(P. S.: It's a bit ridiculous, but if the heroes have their own beach episode, then so should the villains)

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

Beach Day with other U.A. Students and other characters:

Mirio Togata:

- Mirio is the life of the beach party, radiating positivity. He’s the first to dive into the waves, laughing loudly and encouraging everyone to join in. His infectious energy makes even the shyest classmates feel included.

- He organizes a volleyball tournament, using his Quirk to phase through the sand for dramatic saves, though he’s careful not to overuse it to keep things fair. Mirio’s team usually wins, but he’s quick to praise the other side.

- In a quieter moment, he wanders off to check out tide pools, fascinated by the tiny creatures. He’ll call over friends to show them a cool starfish or crab, geeking out over nature.

- As the day winds down, Mirio gathers everyone for a group photo at sunset, giving an impromptu speech about how days like this remind them to keep smiling through tough times.

Tamaki Amajiki:

- Tamaki sets up under a large umbrella, half-buried in a hoodie despite the heat, nervously muttering about how crowded the beach is. He’s only there because Mirio dragged him along.

- To calm his nerves, he nibbles on seafood snacks and experiments with manifesting small tentacles or claws. He’s quietly proud when he manages a tiny crab claw but panics if anyone notices.

- Tamaki spends a lot of time people-watching, finding comfort in the background. He sketches little scenes in a notebook - waves, seagulls, or his friends laughing, though he’d die of embarrassment if anyone saw.

- Mirio eventually coaxes him into the water, and though Tamaki clings to a floatie and squeaks at every wave, he secretly enjoys floating calmly. He even smiles when Nejire splashes him playfully.

- At night, Tamaki stays late, finding peace in the quiet beach. He lies on a blanket, staring at the stars, finally relaxed as he listens to the waves and feels like he survived the day.

Hitoshi Shinso:

- Shinso picks a spot far from the main group, lounging on a towel with sunglasses and a book, looking like he’s too cool for the beach. Really, he’s just avoiding small talk.

- When dragged into group activities, he throws out dry, witty remarks about everyone’s terrible volleyball skills or Mina’s over-the-top enthusiasm. His deadpan humor earns a few laughs, especially from Kaminari.

- Shinso spends a lot of time floating in the water, arms behind his head, letting the waves carry him. It’s his way of tuning out the world and relaxing, though he keeps an eye out for anyone who might prank him.

- If someone annoys him (like Bakugo yelling too loud), Shinso might use his Quirk to make them do something silly. He smirks but denies it when accused.

- Shinso sticks around for the evening bonfire, where he’s more talkative. He shares a rare, introspective story about his childhood while roasting marshmallows, surprising everyone with his softer side.

Neito Monoma:

- Monoma struts onto the beach, loudly proclaiming that Class 1-B will outshine Class 1-A in every beach activity. He’s got a megaphone (no one knows where he got it) and uses it to hype up his classmates while throwing shade at 1-A.

- He borrows quirks from his Class 1-B friends to dominate beach games. He’ll copy Kendo’s strength for volleyball spikes or Tetsutetsu’s durability to dive into shallow waves without a scratch, all while smirking at Bakugo’s scowl.

- Monoma takes sandcastle building way too seriously, constructing an elaborate fortress with turrets and moats. He declares it “Class 1-B’s stronghold” and dramatically defends it from invaders (aka kids splashing water).

- He insists on dramatic group photos, striking over-the-top poses and demanding the perfect lighting. Later, he posts them online with captions bragging about Class 1-B’s beach dominance.

- As the sun sets, Monoma chills with a soda, plotting how to one-up Class 1-A at the next school event. He’s quietly content, though, enjoying the rare day of just goofing off with friends.

Naomasa Tsukauchi:

- Naomasa only shows up because All Might or another colleague guilted him into taking a break from police work. He’s in a practical polo and shorts, looking slightly out of place among the flashy hero crowd.

- Ever the responsible detective, Naomasa instinctively keeps an eye on everyone, making sure no one swims too far out or gets sunburned. He’s the one yelling, “Stay hydrated!” and handing out sunscreen.

- He tries to relax but can’t resist bringing a small notebook to jot down case notes. He hides it when someone teases him, claiming he’s just “writing a grocery list.”

- Naomasa joins a low-key game of frisbee with some off-duty heroes, chuckling at their antics. He opens up a bit, sharing a rare, funny story about a past case over a cold drink.

- At the end of the day, Naomasa sits by the water, watching the sunset. He feels a rare moment of peace, grateful for the break, though he’s already mentally preparing for Monday’s workload.

Sir Nighteye:

- Nighteye arrives with a meticulously planned beach setup—umbrella at the perfect angle for shade, a cooler with precisely portioned snacks, and a schedule for the day’s activities. He’s wearing a formal button-up, even at the beach.

- He organizes a beach scavenger hunt with absurdly specific rules, using his foresight to subtly ensure everyone has fun without chaos. He deadpans dad jokes about seashells to lighten the mood, catching everyone off guard.

- Nighteye spends much of the day watching his colleagues and students, analyzing their interactions with a faint smile. He’s quietly proud of how far Mirio and others have come, though he’d never say it outright.

- He avoids the ocean, claiming it’s “unpredictable,” but gets roped into a splash fight by Mirio. Nighteye retaliates with precise water flicks, maintaining his dignity while secretly enjoying it.

- Nighteye leaves before the bonfire, citing an early meeting. He pauses to take one last look at the group laughing together, allowing himself a rare moment of warmth before heading back to his disciplined life.

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Beach Day with U.A. Students, Class 1-A:

Izuku Midoriya:

- Midoriya wakes up early, buzzing with excitement. He’s got a checklist of beach essentials - sunscreen, a notebook for quirk observations, and a cooler full of snacks for everyone. He’s the one reminding the group to stay hydrated.

- While others are swimming, he’s sitting under an umbrella, scribbling notes about how quirks might adapt to water-based environments. He might even sketch some hero-inspired sandcastles, muttering about their structural integrity.

- He joins in on volleyball games, cheering everyone on even if he’s not the best player. He’s also the first to volunteer for a group photo, blushing when Ochaco compliments his All Might-themed swim trunks.

- When a kid’s beach ball floats too far out, Midoriya instinctively uses a low-powered One For All flick to nudge it back, earning cheers from the group (and a scolding from Aizawa for using quirks in public).

- As the sun sets, he’s walking along the shore, collecting seashells for his mom and reflecting on how lucky he is to have such great friends.

Katsuki Bakugo:

- Bakugo shows up with a scowl, claiming he’s only there because Kirishima dragged him. But the second someone suggests a race or a volleyball match, he’s all in, yelling about how he’ll crush everyone. His explosions accidentally send sand flying, annoying nearby beachgoers.

- He refuses to swim at first, sitting on a towel with his arms crossed, but when Denki almost drowns trying to impress Jiro, Bakugo grudgingly blasts himself into the water to haul him back, muttering about “idiots who can’t swim.”

- He takes over the barbecue, barking orders at Kaminari and Sero to fetch more charcoal. His spicy grilled skewers are a hit, though he denies caring about the compliments (while smirking slightly).

- When he sees Midoriya’s carefully crafted sandcastle, he “accidentally” obliterates it with a small explosion, claiming it was in his way. Later, he’s seen secretly helping Kirishima build an even bigger one, insisting it’s just to prove he’s better.

- As the group roasts marshmallows, Bakugo sits a bit apart, staring at the waves. When Mina teases him about relaxing for once, he yells at her to shut up but doesn’t leave the campfire.

Shoto Todoroki:

- Shoto’s the MVP of the beach day. He uses his ice quirk to keep drinks cold and his fire quirk to help start the bonfire. Everyone’s crowding around him for shade or warmth, depending on the time of day.

- He spends a lot of time just sitting by the water, letting the waves lap at his feet. He’s not one for loud games, but he’ll watch the others with a small smile, especially when Midoriya trips over a volleyball net.

- Surprisingly, Shoto’s an excellent swimmer, cutting through the waves with calm precision. When asked, he casually mentions Endeavor made him train in all environments, which makes everyone a bit awkward until he shrugs it off.

- He quietly creates an intricate sand sculpture of a phoenix, blending ice and scorched sand for effect. It becomes the talk of the beach, though he downplays it, saying it was just practice for temperature control.

- At night, Shoto stays late, lying on a blanket and looking at the stars. When Momo joins him to point out constellations, he listens intently, feeling a rare sense of peace away from his usual responsibilities.

Eijiro Kirishima:

- Kirishima’s up at dawn, hyped to hit the waves with a rented surfboard. He’s not great at surfing yet, but his enthusiasm and Hardening quirk help him take wipeouts like a champ, laughing every time he faceplants into the water.

- He turns the beach into his personal gym, organizing tug-of-war or carrying Mina and Tetsutetsu on his shoulders for “manly strength training.” He cheers everyone on, even when Bakugo obliterates him in a sand-digging contest.

- He’s also the guy tossing snacks to seagulls, then panicking when they swarm.

- He teams up with Bakugo to build a massive, fortified sandcastle, using his quirk to carve rock-hard details. He calls it “Crimson Fortress” and dramatically defends it from Kaminari’s attempts to knock it over.

- At night, Kirishima’s the heart of the bonfire, leading the group in loud storytelling and convincing everyone to sing off-key hero theme songs. He’s the last one awake, grinning at the stars.

Denki Kaminari:

- Kaminari struts onto the beach in flashy sunglasses and a loud Hawaiian shirt, ready to “charm the socks off everyone.” He tries flirting with some random beachgoers, but his cheesy pickup lines mostly earn eye-rolls.

“Is your quirk making my heart spark?”

- He’s all about water fights, sneaking up on people with a squirt gun. When he accidentally shocks the water while trying to show off his quirk, he shorts out and ends up in his “whey” mode, giggling on the shore until someone drags him to safety.

- Kaminari insists on joining the volleyball game but keeps zapping the ball with static, making it veer off course. He blames “bad wind” while Sero cackles in the background.

- He’s constantly taking selfies with everyone, posting them on social media with hashtags like #BeachHeroes and #ChargeboltVibes. He begs Shoto to make an ice slide for a cool photo op, which predictably ends in chaos.

- By the bonfire, he’s draped over a towel, half-asleep but still cracking jokes. He tries to impress girls by pointing out a constellation, only to realize it’s an airplane.

Hanta Sero:

- Sero uses his Tape quirk to swing between palm trees or makeshift poles, showing off flips and spins like it’s a circus. He challenges Kirishima to a “tape vs. hardening” obstacle course, which ends with both of them tangled in tape and laughing.

- He’s the guy who brought a portable hammock and sets it up between two trees, chilling with a soda while dispensing tape to fix everyone’s broken flip-flops or beach chairs. He also makes a tape net for an impromptu badminton game.

- Sero teams up with Kaminari to mess with Bakugo, like taping his towel to the ground when he’s not looking. He’s quick to swing away when Bakugo chases him, shouting.

“You gotta be faster than that!”

- At night, Sero lies back in his hammock, pointing out real constellations and making up silly names for them to make Momo laugh. He’s content just vibing, enjoys the chill beach vibes.

Ochaco Uraraka:

- Uraraka arrives with a thrifty setup—a homemade bento box, a secondhand beach umbrella, and a cute but affordable swimsuit. She’s thrilled just to be there.

- She’s the heart of every group activity, hyping up Kirishima during tug-of-war or cheering Midoriya’s sandcastle efforts. Her infectious enthusiasm gets even Bakugo to grudgingly join a game of frisbee.

- Uraraka uses her Zero Gravity quirk to make herself and friends “float” just above the water, giggling as they bob like buoys. She accidentally sends Kaminari drifting too far out, sparking a chaotic rescue mission.

- She’s the one dividing up snacks fairly, making sure everyone gets their favorite. She blushes when Midoriya thanks her for packing mochi.

- At dusk, she walks along the shore with Tsuyu, talking about their hero dreams. She picks up a smooth stone to keep as a memento, smiling softly at the thought of her friends.

Tsuyu Asui:

- Tsuyu is in her element, diving into the ocean with frog-like grace. She spends hours swimming, occasionally popping up to drag friends like Midoriya underwater for playful “deep-sea adventures.”

- She’s the group’s unofficial lifeguard, keeping an eye on everyone with her sharp instincts.

- Tsuyu explores tide pools, collecting tiny crabs and shells to show the group. She gives a mini-lecture on marine life, which fascinates Shoto and mildly bores Kaminari.

- She helps Uraraka and Mina build a sandcastle. It’s simple but sturdy, and she hums happily while working, unbothered by the chaos around her.

- At the bonfire, Tsuyu sits close to the water’s edge, letting the waves lap at her feet. She shares quiet, insightful advice with anyone who joins her, her calm presence grounding the group.

Mina Ashido:

- Mina rolls up blasting music from a portable speaker, wearing a neon-pink swimsuit and a huge sunhat. She’s dancing before her towel even hits the sand, roping Sero and Kirishima into an impromptu beach boogie.

- She teams up with Kaminari to bury a sleeping Bakugo in sand, shaping it into a mermaid tail before he wakes up roaring. Her acid quirk leaves sparkly patterns in the sand as a “signature.”

- Mina organizes a chaotic relay race with quirks allowed, cackling as she slides across the finish line on her acid. She also starts a splash war, teaming with Tsuyu to drench everyone.

- She’s snapping group pics and silly candids, posing dramatically with Uraraka or making Shoto hold a starfish for a photo. Her social media is flooded with #BeachVibes posts by noon.

- At night, Mina leads a dance-off by the fire, teaching everyone goofy moves. She ends the night wrapped in a blanket, laughing with Kirishima and Sero about the day’s antics, already planning the next beach trip.

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Beach Day with Pro-Heroes:

Toshinori Yagi (All Might):

- Toshinori, even in his true form, radiates positivity. He sets up a bright umbrella and sprawls out on a towel, wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. Despite his frail frame, he’s all grins, encouraging everyone to enjoy the day.

- He’s too weak to play, but he’s the loudest supporter during beach volleyball games, shouting “SMASH that serve!” and hyping up the students. He’ll sketch out “ultimate moves” in the sand for their plays.

- Toshinori builds an elaborate sandcastle resembling UA High, complete with tiny stick figures of his students. He gets emotional, muttering about how proud he is of everyone, until a wave washes it away - then he just laughs.

- He brings a cooler of protein shakes and fruit, insisting everyone stay hydrated. He sneaks a few bites of cotton candy from Midoriya.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head):

- Aizawa claims a shady spot with a portable hammock, wraps himself in a dark towel like a burrito, and naps. He grumbles if anyone disturbs him but secretly enjoys the distant sound of his students having fun.

- Despite wanting to relax, his teacher instincts kick in. He’s subtly scanning the water for trouble, ready to use his capture scarf if someone swims too far.

“Why can’t kids just stay on land?”

- Aizawa wears plain black swim trunks and refuses to take off his scarf, even in the heat. He glares at anyone who suggests sunscreen, but Hizashi sneaks some onto his face while he’s asleep.

- At sunset, he finally unwinds, walking along the shore alone, kicking at seashells. If a student joins him, he’ll gruffly offer quiet advice, pretending it’s not a heart-to-heart.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic):

- Hizashi arrives with a massive speaker blasting upbeat music, declaring himself the “Vibe Hero.” He’s in neon green swim trunks, a straw hat, and star-shaped sunglasses, dancing like nobody’s watching.

- He sets up an impromptu karaoke station, challenging everyone to sing. He belts out anime openings and gets Bakugo to reluctantly join a duet, hyping him up with “EXPLOSIVE VOCALS, YO!”

- Hizashi’s all about jet skis and banana boats, dragging Aizawa (against his will) for a ride. He screams “PLUS ULTRA!” while wiping out on a surfboard, laughing it off.

- He’s snapping photos nonstop, posing dramatically with everyone. By the end of the day, he’s made a collage captioned “BEST BEACH DAY EVER!” and spams the UA group chat with it.

Hawks (Keigo Takami):

- Hawks spends half the day lounging on a floatie in the water, wings spread just enough to catch the breeze. He’s got a cheeky grin, aviator sunglasses, and a tropical drink, looking effortlessly cool in red swim trunks.

- He can’t resist showing off, flying up to do flips or snatching frisbees mid-air for the kids’ games. He’ll “accidentally” splash Endeavor with a well-aimed feather, then play innocent.

- Hawks chats up beachgoers with his charm, tossing witty one-liners. He’s roping everyone into a game of limbo, using one of his feathers as the stick, and somehow always wins.

- He’s constantly munching on fried chicken from a nearby vendor, offering bites to anyone nearby. By dusk, he’s chilling on the sand, watching the sunset with a rare, quiet moment of contentment.

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki):

- Endeavor treats the beach like a mission, setting up a pristine canopy with military precision. He’s in dark blue swim trunks, arms crossed, glaring at anyone who kicks sand near his spot.

- He gets roped into beach volleyball and plays like it’s the Hero Billboard Chart. His serves are practically flaming, and he yells “STAY FOCUSED!” at his team, scaring off half the players.

- He’s awkward around his students or family, but tries to connect by grilling (overly charred) burgers on a portable BBQ. Shoto gives him a small nod of approval, and he hides a proud smirk.

- He’s slathered in SPF 100 and brought a first-aid kit “just in case.” By the end, he’s sitting stiffly, watching the waves, muttering about how “this isn’t so bad” but refusing to admit he’s relaxed.

Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomaki):

- Fat Gum rolls up with a mountain of snacks - takoyaki, ice cream, watermelon, you name it. He’s in a bright yellow tank top and swim shorts, sharing food with everyone and calling it “fuel for fun!”

- He’s the king of playful sumo matches in the shallow water, laughing as he gently tosses students around. His massive form makes giant waves, delighting the kids nearby.

- Fat Gum leads a group in building a massive sand sculpture of a hot pot, complete with “steam” made from seaweed. He’s all smiles, encouraging creativity and teamwork.

- He’s checking on everyone, making sure they’re hydrated and happy. At night, he starts a bonfire, telling cheesy hero stories while roasting marshmallows, his infectious laugh echoing across the beach.

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama):

- Mirko hits the beach like a storm, rocking a bold red bikini and a confident smirk. She’s sprinting across the sand, kicking up waves, and challenging anyone to keep up with her.

- She’s dominating beach activities - surfing with wild spins, spiking volleyballs hard enough to bury them in the sand, or racing Hawks in a swim-off (she wins, obviously). No one can match her stamina.

- When she’s not moving, she’s sprawled out, soaking up the sun, ear twitching at any noise. She brushes off sunscreen, claiming “heroes don’t burn,” but ends up with a slight tan line she laughs off.

- At night, she’s hyping everyone up around a bonfire, demanding sparring matches or ghost stories. She roasts marshmallows with precision, eating half and tossing the rest to her friends.

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata):

- Gang Orca feels at home in the water, wearing simple black swim trunks. He spends most of his time swimming powerfully, occasionally startling beachgoers who mistake him for a real orca.

- The kids beg him to judge their sandcastle contest. He grumbles but gives thoughtful feedback, praising “structural integrity” while secretly enjoying their creativity. His favorite is a sand-orca.

- He’s watching the group from afar, ready to dive in if anyone’s in trouble. He gives stern but caring advice to any student who approaches, like how to “stay strong as the tide.”

- As the sun sets, he takes a solo swim, diving deep to enjoy the ocean’s calm. He emerges with a rare smile, offering a seashell to a surprised student as a memento.

Best Jeanist (Tsunagu Hakamada):

- Best Jeanist arrives in a meticulously styled beach outfit - custom denim swim trunks, a tailored linen shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat. He’s turning the beach into his runway, posing for photos.

- He uses his quirk to sculpt intricate sand designs, weaving denim-like patterns into the dunes. He calls it “high fashion in nature” and teaches students how to “stitch” their own creations.

- He’s subtly coordinating the day, ensuring everyone’s included in games or snacks. He referees volleyball with flair, using threads to mark boundaries, and compliments players on their dynamic form.

- At night, he lays out a chic blanket, sipping sparkling water and admiring the stars. He invites others to join, sharing quiet insights about “weaving one’s own destiny” under the sky.

(P. S.: I only had one hot day all summer... And then it started raining again... Well, at least let the fictional characters enjoy it 🥲)

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

"A Father’s Wrath"

The headquarters of the Shie Hassaikai was eerily silent, the usual hum of activity stifled by an unspoken tension. The Yakuza members stood rigid, their eyes darting nervously toward the entrance where a small, dripping figure had just appeared.

A little boy, Chisaki Kai’s five-year-old son, stood in the doorway, his clothes soaked, his shoes caked in mud, and his hair plastered to his forehead. Yet, despite his disheveled state, his face was lit with pure joy, his tiny hands clutching a half-melted popsicle.

The men in the room froze.

No one moved. No one breathed.

Kai, who had been meticulously sanitizing his hands at the far end of the room, slowly turned. His golden eyes locked onto his son, taking in the dirt, the water pooling on the floor, the sticky mess of the popsicle now dripping onto his sleeve.

A vein throbbed in Kai’s temple.

“...Who,” he began, his voice deathly calm, “was responsible for watching him?”

The silence grew heavier. One of the underlings—a newer recruit—swallowed hard. “H-he wanted to play outside, boss. We didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think?” Kai’s voice cracked like a whip. In an instant, he was across the room, gloved hands seizing the man’s collar. The recruit’s feet left the ground as Kai lifted him effortlessly, his expression twisted in barely contained fury. “You let him wander alone? In this filth? Do you have any idea what could have happened to him?!”

The boy blinked up at his father, unfazed by the outburst. “Papa, look! I found a frog!” He held up his free hand, revealing a squirming, mud-covered amphibian.

Kai’s eye twitched.

The Yakuza members braced for the worst.

Then—

Kai exhaled sharply, releasing the trembling underling with a shove. He knelt in front of his son, ignoring the water soaking into his pristine pants. With careful fingers, he plucked the frog from his son’s grip and handed it off to the nearest henchman (who nearly fainted from the contact).

“You’re filthy,” Kai muttered, but there was no real heat in his words. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping boy’s face, his movements precise but gentle.

The boy grinned, popsicle juice smeared across his cheeks. “It was fun!”

Kai’s jaw tightened. “You will be properly supervised next time.”

The men in the room collectively released the breaths they’d been holding.

As Kai stood, lifting the child into his arms despite the mud and water now staining his coat, he turned a glacial glare on his subordinates. “The next person who fails to keep him clean and safe will be dismantled. Am I understood?”

A chorus of frantic nods followed.

The boy, blissfully unaware of the terror he’d incited, rested his head against his father’s shoulder. “Can I keep the frog?”

Kai closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

“…No.”

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"Would you love me if I were a worm?" [4]

Darkness enveloped the bedroom, bringing a pleasant coolness after a hot day. It was quiet and peaceful. And only somewhere in the distance, through the window, the lights of the distant center of Tokyo, which had never slept, could be seen. Neither did the girl suffering from insomnia. Turning her head, she looked at her partner, deciding that she shouldn't suffer alone.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Stares blankly, fingers twitching like he’s resisting the urge to scratch his neck in confusion.

"Tch. What kind of NPC dialogue is that?"

After a pause, he’d deadpan, "If you were a worm, I’d step on you. But since you’re not… shut up and go to sleep before I decay your pillow."

He’d actually tuck her in roughly but wouldn’t leave until she slept.

Dabi:

Raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. His eye bags somehow get darker.

"The fuck? Did the sleep deprivation fry your brain?"

If she pouts, he’d sigh and mutter, "Fine. Yeah, whatever. I’d put you in a dirt jar or some shit. Happy? Now stop talking before I set the bed on fire."

He wouldn’t, but he would yank her closer so she stops squirming.

Overhaul (Chisaki Kai):

Freezes mid-yawn, mask slightly askew, looking genuinely offended.

"A worm? Disgusting. You’re a human—don’t degrade yourself with hypotheticals."

If she giggles, he’d pinch the bridge of his nose. "If you must know, I’d dismantle and reassemble you into something presentable. Now take a melatonin."

He’d already have one prepared because of course he plans for insomnia.

Toga Himiko:

Giggles wildly, eyes shining with manic delight. She loves weird midnight questions.

"A worm?! That’s so cute! I’d carry you in my pocket and feed you dirt! Or—wait—would you still have your blood?!"

She'd grab her face and squeal, "If you turned into a worm, I’d turn into a bird and eat you so we’d be together forever! …Wait, no, that’s sad!"

Proceeds to dramatically hug her and refuse to let go.

Twice (Bubaigawara Jin):

Snaps awake like he’s been electrocuted, immediately emotional.

"OF COURSE I WOULD! I’D BUILD YOU A TINY WORM CASTLE! —Wait, no, that’s stupid, I’d ignore you."

Starts tearing up.

"How dare you make me imagine you as a worm?! You’re perfect as you are! …Unless worm-you is also perfect? AUGH, I DON’T KNOW!"

Proceeds to spiral until she pats his head to calm him down.

Spinner (Shuuichi Iguchi):

Blinks slowly, lizard brain struggling to process the question at 3 AM.

"…I mean, I’m basically part reptile, so I guess worms are in my diet."

Realizes what he just said and backtracks.

"Wait, no—I wouldn’t eat you! …Probably. But if you were a worm, I’d… uh… put you in a nice terrarium?"

Mr. Compress (Atsuhiro Sako):

Pauses mid-sip of his late-night tea. His mask hides his expression, but you can feel the raised eyebrow.

"My dear, if you were a worm, I would compress you into a tiny, elegant marble and carry you in my pocket as my most prized possession."

Leans in theatrically.

"Though I must admit, watching you wriggle helplessly would be… quite the performance."

He’d then dramatically flick her forehead and tell her to sleep.

Stain (Chizome Akaguro):

Stops sharpening his knives to stare at her like she just spat on All Might’s grave.

"A worm? Pathetic. Worms lack conviction. They don’t strive for justice—they just exist."

After a tense silence, he grumbles, "…But if you must know, I’d let you live. As long as you didn’t disgrace yourself like the false heroes of this world."

Then he’d tuck her in aggressively, muttering about "ridiculous hypotheticals."

("Why do I tolerate this woman? …Right. Because she doesn’t fake her convictions. Unlike certain heroes.")

Re-Destro (Rikiya Yotsubashi):

Nearly snaps his stress ball in half, his CEO brain short-circuiting at the absurdity.

"A worm?! That’s— That’s not how human biology works! Your quirk wouldn’t even—!"

(Takes a deep breath to suppress his rising stress levels.)

"However… if we’re indulging in this nonsense… I suppose I’d fund a research facility to turn you back."

Then he’d order his assistants to bring her chamomile tea and a spreadsheet on invertebrate biology.

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"Would you love me if I were a worm?" [3]

A quiet, irritated sigh was heard in the dark room. She glanced towards the window, where a strip of the night sky with a high-hanging moon could be seen through the curtains. She couldn't sleep. Looking at the her boyfriend lying next to her, she asked.

Mirio Togata:

Mirio would burst into his usual bright laughter, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A worm?! Haha! That’s a funny question!"

He’d scoop her up in a big hug, grinning.

"Of course I would! I’d carry you around in my pocket so you wouldn’t get squished, and we’d go on tiny worm adventures together! Though… I might accidentally phase through you if I’m not careful!"

His boundless optimism and playful nature would turn the silly question into a wholehearted declaration of love - worm or not.

Tamaki Amajiki:

Tamaki would freeze, his face turning bright red as his mind short-circuits.

"A-A worm…? W-Well… I-I mean… if you were a worm, you’d still be you, right? S-So… I guess…?"

He’d mumble into his hands, completely flustered.

"B-But worms don’t live very long… a-and what if a bird tried to eat you?! I-I’d have to protect you—wait, why am I thinking about this?!"

His anxiety would spiral into an existential crisis over worm mortality rates before his girlfriend reassures him it was just a joke.

Hitoshi Shinso:

Shinso would blink slowly, deadpanning at the question before sighing.

"…Did your insomnia finally break your brain?"

He’d stare at her for a long moment, then smirk.

"Fine. If you were a worm, I’d build you a little worm terrarium. But only if you promise to stop asking weird questions at 3 AM."

Despite his sarcasm, there’s a hint of fondness in his voice.

Neito Monoma:

Monoma would immediately seize the opportunity to be dramatic. He’d gasp, clutching his chest like a Shakespearean actor.

"A worm?! My love, reduced to a mere invertebrate?! How tragic!" He’d then dramatically flip his hair. "But fear not! Even as a lowly worm, you would still be far superior to those pathetic Class 1-A rejects! I would construct you a gilded terrarium...no, a palace, worthy of your greatness! And I’d train you to be the strongest worm alive! Imagine their faces when my worm girlfriend outshines their entire class!"

(He’s 100% serious. He would absolutely try to teach a worm martial arts.)

Naomasa Tsukauchi:

Naomasa, ever the logical detective, would blink in confusion.

"…A worm?" He’d pause, analyzing the question like it’s a case file. "Well, biologically speaking, if you were a worm, you wouldn’t retain human consciousness, so—"

Then he’d sigh, rubbing his temples.

"…Fine. Yes. I’d still take care of you. But please, for the love of justice, go to sleep."

Sir Nighteye:

Sir Nighteye would stare at her, completely unamused, before adjusting his glasses with a sharp click.

"This is a waste of my foresight."

But then, after a long, agonizing silence… he’d pull out a notepad and start scribbling.

"…However, if we’re entertaining this absurd hypothetical, I’ve calculated the statistical likelihood of you surviving as a worm in an urban environment. It’s 3.7%. Therefore, I would have no choice but to construct a secure, climate-controlled habitat and monitor your nutritional intake."

(He would, in fact, have a 20-page contingency plan for "Girlfriend Turns Into Worm" by morning.)

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"Would you love me if I were a worm?" [2]

The girl silently looked at the ceiling, lying on their shared bed. Sleep refused to come and take her to the kingdom of Morpheus. Boredom and fatigue filled her head with various silly thoughts. But at 3 a.m., these thoughts seemed weighty and important.

Izuku Midoriya:

Midoriya would blink rapidly, face turning red as he processes the absurdity of the question. He’d stammer at first, muttering to himself about the biological implications of a human turning into a worm, before snapping back to reality. Then, with his usual earnestness, he’d say:

"I-I mean, it’s not scientifically possible, b-but if you were a worm… I’d still care about you! Maybe I could build a tiny helmet to keep you safe? Or—wait, do worms even have feelings? A-anyway, yes! Probably!"

He’d then panic, realizing how ridiculous he sounds, but his heart would be in the right place.

Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo scowl, half-asleep and annoyed at being woken up by such a dumb question.

"The hell kind of question is that?! No, I wouldn’t love you if you were a damn worm, because worms don’t have brains, you idiot!"

But when you pout or pretend to be upset, he’d grumble and add:

"Tch. Fine. If you had to be a worm, I guess I’d keep you in a jar or some shit. But stop asking stupid questions and GO TO SLEEP."

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto would stare blankly for a moment, then answer with complete seriousness.

"Worms are important for the ecosystem. If you were a worm, I would respect your role in the soil’s nutrient cycle."

A pause. Then, realizing that wasn’t the answer you wanted, he’d add:

"...But yes, I would still care. I could put you in the garden. You’d be a useful worm."

(He means this in the sweetest way possible, but it still sounds bizarre.)

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima would gasp dramatically, clutching his chest like he’s been struck by the sheer manliness of the question.

"Babe… that’s so hardcore of you to ask! A worm’s life is tough, y’know? No arms, no Quirk, just dirt and birds trying to eat you…"

He’d pause, tearing up a little.

"But that just means I’d have to protect you even more! I’d carry you in my pocket during hero work—no, wait, that’s dangerous… Maybe a little worm-sized armor?! Yeah!!"

By the end, he’d be fired up, ready to forge a microscopic shield for his hypothetical worm partner.

Denki Kaminari:

Denki would blink, his sleep-deprived brain short-circuiting.

"Uh… bro, worms don’t even have faces. How would I kiss you?"

Then, after a beat, he’d grin.

"Wait, no—I’d train you to be the coolest worm! Like, a worm that can do backflips! Or… wait, do worms have flips? Can they DJ? …Do worms even have ears?"

He’d spiral into a tangent about worm biology before finally declaring:

"Okay, yeah, I’d still love you. But only if you promise to be, like, a rave worm or something."

Hanta Sero:

Sero would snort, propping himself up on one elbow with a lazy smirk.

"Pfft—babe, you’re already a worm. Wriggling around in bed, stealing the blankets…"

You’d whack him, and he’d laugh before continuing.

"Nah, but for real—yeah, I’d still be into you. Worms are lowkey kinda cool. They’re, like, nature’s tape, y’know? Holding the earth together and stuff."

Then, with a wink:

"Plus, imagine how easy cuddles would be. I could just loop you around my finger."

Ochaco Uraraka:

Uraraka would blink awake, cheeks already turning pink at the randomness of the question. She’d giggle nervously, rubbing her eyes.

"E-eh?! A worm?! That’s so… squishy!"

Then, after a moment of genuine thought, she’d smile softly and boop your nose.

"Well… worms work really hard to make the earth healthy, y’know? So yeah, I’d still love you! But I’d have to be super careful not to float you away by accident…"

Cue her panicking at the thought of her Quirk launching you into the stratosphere.

Tsuyu Asui:

Tsuyu would stare at you with her usual calm expression, tilting her head.

"Kero… that’s a strange question. But worms are important for the ecosystem, ribbit."

She’d pause, tapping her chin.

"If you were a worm, I’d probably mistake you for food at first. But since I don’t eat sentient beings, I’d just put you in a nice compost bin. Maybe visit you after missions."

Mina Ashido:

Mina would gasp so loudly she’d startle both of you awake.

"OH. MY. GOSH. WORM GIRLFRIEND?!"

She’d immediately sit up, eyes sparkling with chaotic energy.

"Babe, we could coordinate! I’d paint you tiny neon stripes so you’d be the fiercest worm in the dirt! And—AND—we could train you to be a hero worm! Like, slithering into tiny places for recon!!"

Then, she’d pause, suddenly serious.

"...Wait. Would you still like dance parties as a worm? Like, can worms headbang?"

By the end, she’d be drafting a worm-themed workout plan.

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"Would you love me if I were a worm?"

The clock on the bedside table showed 3 a.m. She was tossing and turning, the blanket sliding down and tangling around her legs. With a frustrated sigh, she turned her head to the side, looking at him. Her voice broke the silence of the night. And an unexpected question.

Toshinori Yagi (All Might):

At first, he blinks in confusion, his sunken eyes widening slightly as he processes the absurdity of the question. Then, with his usual earnestness, he clears his throat and smiles warmly.

"My dear, I would love you in any form—hero, civilian, or even an invertebrate! Though, I must admit, I’d be a bit concerned about how you ended up as a worm. Did you encounter a Quirk accident? Should I call Recovery Girl?"

He’d then gently tuck her in, muttering about the importance of rest, but not before adding, "But please… try not to become a worm. I’d have a hard time protecting you from birds."

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead):

Aizawa, already half-asleep himself, barely cracks an eye open. His face remains deadpan, but there’s a flicker of tired amusement in his gaze.

"...You’re asking hypotheticals at 3 AM. Go to sleep."

When she pouts and insists on an answer, he sighs deeply, pulling her closer and wrapping her in his capture weapon like a burrito.

"Fine. If you were a worm, I’d put you in a terrarium. Feed you lettuce. Maybe take you on patrol if you promised not to wiggle too much. Now sleep."

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic):

Present Mic gasps dramatically, sitting bolt upright as if she just revealed the most shocking news of the century.

"BABE. ARE YOU A WORM RIGHT NOW?! IS THIS A SECRET QUIRK?! OH MY GOD, THAT’D BE SO RAD—WAIT NO, WORMS DON’T HAVE EARS, HOW WOULD YOU HEAR MY VOICE?! THIS IS A CRISIS!"

After a full minute of frantic theorizing (including whether worm-her would still like his music), he finally calms down and grins, pulling her into a hug.

"Obviously, I’d love you! I’d build you a tiny microphone! We’d be the coolest worm-and-human duo ever! But uh… maybe let’s stick to this form for now, yeah? SLEEP TIME, LITTLE LISTENER!"

(He then proceeds to tuck her in while humming a lullaby, still muttering about "worm-sized headphones.").

Hawks (Keigo Takami):

Hawks, already half-awake because he never truly sleeps (too busy being a workaholic), blinks at her with a lazy smirk. His wings twitch in amusement as he processes the question.

"A worm, huh? Well, I do like worms… birds eat those, y’know."

He grins mischievously, watching her reaction before laughing. "Kidding, kidding! But seriously, if you were a worm, I’d just carry you around in my pocket. You’d be my little secret agent—slimy intel gatherer. Plus, no more crowded dates, just you, me, and a nice patch of dirt."

Then, with a softer expression, he’d pull her close and murmur, "But let’s be real, babe, you’d somehow still be the prettiest worm in existence."

(Then he’d immediately start brainstorming worm-themed hero names for her.)

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki):

Endeavor, who was definitely not expecting this at 3 AM, stares at her like she just declared war on the HPSC. His eyebrow twitches.

"What kind of ridiculous? No. Absolutely not. You are not a worm, and this conversation is over."

But when she whines and insists, he sighs like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. "Fine. If you must know… I suppose I would… acknowledge you. As a worm. But worms don’t have Quirks, so this is a pointless hypothetical."

Then, after a long pause, he gruffly adds, "…I’d make sure no one stepped on you."

(Internally, he’s very concerned about her sleep habits and makes a mental note to buy her better pillows.)

Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu):

Fat Gum, ever the gentle giant, immediately lets out a booming laugh before pulling her into a warm, squishy hug.

"HAHA! Oh man, that’s a new one! A worm, huh? I’d build you a lil’ worm mansion! With soft dirt and a tiny buffet! You’d be the most spoiled worm on the planet!"

His eyes sparkle with genuine excitement at the idea. "We could even dig tunnels together! I’d be your body guard, no birds allowed! …Unless it’s Hawks, but I’d fight him for you."

Then, with a warm chuckle, he’d pat her head. "But honestly? I’d love you even if you were a sentient bowl of ramen. Now get some sleep, yeah?"

Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama):

Mirko, who was just about to fall asleep after an intense workout, cracks one red eye open like a predator sensing nonsense.

"The fuck kind of question is that at 3 AM?" She stares at her, deadpan, before flicking her forehead. "No. If you were a worm, I’d punt you into next week. Worms don’t even lift."

But when her girlfriend pouts, Mirko grins, sharp and feral. "Nah, I’m messin’ with ya. If you were a worm, I’d train you to be the buffest worm alive. Six-pack segments. Underground burrow dashes. We’d revolutionize the worm fitness industry."

Then she yanks her into a headlock, ruffling her hair. "Now shut up and sleep before I drop-kick you into dreamland myself."

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata):

Gang Orca, ever the dignified gentleman, pauses mid-sip of his nighttime tea. His glowing yellow eyes narrow in deep contemplation.

"...Biologically, this is improbable. But hypothetically..." He sets his cup down with gravitas. "If you were a worm, you’d likely be an aquatic polychaete. Perhaps a Eunice aphroditois—the bobbit worm. Fierce. Efficient."

He nods approvingly. "Yes. I would respect you. We could discuss marine ecosystems. You’d have a place in my aquarium."

Then, realizing how that sounds, he backtracks. "Not—not as an exhibit. As a guest. With full VIP access."

Best Jeanist (Tsunagu Hakamata):

Best Jeanist, who never allows himself to be anything less than perfectly composed, even at 3 AM, raises an eyebrow. His fingers twitch, as if physically restraining himself from fixing an invisible wrinkle in the air.

"A worm... Hm." He adjusts his sleeping mask. "Fabric-wise, this is problematic. Worms lack structure. No denim potential. But..."

A dramatic pause. Then, with solemn intensity: "If you insist on being an invertebrate, I could work with silk. Silk worms are elegant. Refined. We could coordinate."

He tucks her in with exact hospital corners. "However, I’d prefer you remain human. My tailoring skills are wasted on annelids."

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"Toshinori's Soliloquy"

The moon hung low over U.A. High, casting a silver glow through the window of Toshinori Yagi’s small apartment. The former Symbol of Peace sat alone on his worn couch, his skeletal frame hunched forward, hands clasped tightly as if anchoring himself against a storm within. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint tick of a clock and the occasional creak of the building settling.

“Why am I even thinking about this?” he muttered, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his disheveled blond hair, the strands catching the moonlight. “I’m All Might. Or… I was. I don’t get to have this.” His gaze drifted to the ceiling, as if answers might be etched there.

Her face flickered in his mind—soft, unguarded, with a smile that made his chest ache in ways he couldn’t explain. He didn’t dare name her, not even in his thoughts, as if speaking it would make the feelings too real, too dangerous. He leaned back, exhaling shakily. “You’re a fool, Toshinori. A tired, broken fool.”

He stood abruptly, pacing the small room, his oversized shirt swaying with each step. The world knew him as a hero, but here, in the quiet of his solitude, he was just a man—lonely, uncertain, and painfully human. “I’ve never… I’ve never let myself want anything,” he said, his voice cracking. “Not like this. Not for me. It’s always been about saving others, about being the pillar. But her…” He stopped, gripping the back of a chair, his knuckles whitening.

He imagined her laugh, the way her eyes crinkled when she was amused, the quiet strength she carried so effortlessly. “She’s… radiant,” he whispered, a small, wistful smile tugging at his lips. “And I’m—what? A shadow of who I was? A man who can barely hold his form for an hour?” He shook his head, bitterness creeping into his tone. “She deserves better. Someone whole. Someone who won’t drag her into danger just by being near her.”

The thought sent a chill through him. His enemies—those still lurking in the shadows—would leap at the chance to exploit any weakness. “If they knew… if they even suspected I cared for her…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “I’ve lost too much already. I can’t lose her, too. Not when I’ve never even told her.”

He sank back onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “But I want to,” he admitted, the words muffled but heavy with longing. “For once, I want to be selfish. I want to tell her how she makes me feel—like I’m not just a relic, like I could still be… something. Someone.” His hands dropped, and he stared at the floor, his blue eyes shadowed. “I want to live for myself, just this once.”

The clock ticked on, indifferent to his turmoil. He imagined standing before her, words tumbling out—clumsy, honest, raw. Would she smile? Would she turn away? “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “What if it’s too late? I’m not young anymore. I’m not… I’m not the man I was.” The weight of years—of battles, of sacrifices—pressed down on him. “Maybe I’ve waited too long. Maybe this is just another thing I don’t get to have.”

But the thought of her lingered, stubborn and warm, like a ember refusing to die. He closed his eyes, picturing her face again. “If I don’t try… I’ll regret it forever,” he said softly. “I’ve carried so many regrets. I don’t want her to be one of them.”

He stood again, moving to the window, pressing a hand against the cool glass. The city sprawled below, alive and vibrant, a world he’d fought to protect. “Maybe it’s not too late,” he whispered, a flicker of resolve in his voice. “Maybe I can be brave… not as All Might, but as Toshinori. For her. For me.”

The moon offered no answers, but for the first time in years, Toshinori felt a spark of hope—a fragile, selfish thing, but his all the same.

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"Shocking Neglect"

Denki Kaminari lay sprawled across his bed, staring dramatically at the ceiling. The dim glow of his phone illuminated his pout as he scrolled through yet another meme page.

"Ughhh…" he groaned, flopping onto his side. "Darli-i-i-i-ing... You’ve been working all night! Your poor, amazing, super-charged boyfriend is withering away from neglect! Like a… a… flower! A really cool, electric flower!"

Across the room, his hardworking, perpetually-busy girlfriend didn’t even glance up from her computer. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her eyes laser-focused on whatever hero reports or schematics had her attention this time.

Denki sighed louder. "I bet if I spontaneously combusted from loneliness, you wouldn’t even notice until the smell of burnt Denki distracted you."

Silence.

Then—

THUMP.

She suddenly stood up, her chair rolling away. For a second, Denki thought she finally acknowledged him—until she took a running start.

"Wait, wha—"

"STAR IMPACT!!!"

With zero warning, she launched herself through the air like a human meteor, arms and legs splayed in a perfect star shape. Denki barely had time to yelp before she CRASHED directly onto him, knocking the wind out of his lungs in a wheezy "OOF!"

"Gah—! What the—?!" Denki flailed under her, but she just grinned down at him, her eyes sparkling.

"There. Full attention." She poked his nose. "Happy?"

Denki blinked, then broke into a dumb grin. "…Okay, yeah. Worth it."

She laughed, rolling off to snuggle against him. "Good. Now shut up and let me finish my work. Or I’ll starfish you again."

"…Noted."

And with that, Denki happily accepted his fate—occasionally poking her cheek just to annoy her.

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Naomasa and the Winged Heroine:

(for @alexjpt)

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi adjusted his tie, stepping out of the police station into the bustling streets. The city hummed with activity—heroes patrolling, civilians chattering, and the occasional villain takedown echoing in the distance. Today, he was meeting a pro-hero for a joint investigation into a series of quirk-related thefts. The hero’s file was thin: a former teammate of Hawks, known for a winged quirk and a bright personality. Naomasa braced himself; he preferred the calm, methodical types.

A gust of wind whipped past, and a cheerful voice rang out, “Detective Tsukauchi! Over here!”

He turned, spotting a young woman hovering a few feet off the ground, wings beating with a steady rhythm. Her feathers shimmering in the sunlight, and her wide grin radiated energy. She wore a sleek hero costume with slits for her massive wings, which spanned at least ten feet. She landed with a flourish, kicking up a breeze that ruffled his coat.

“Hi! I’m [reader's hero name], the Soaring Hero!” she exclaimed, thrusting out a hand. “Hawks told me you’re the best detective around—super excited to work with you!”

Naomasa blinked, shaking her hand. Her enthusiasm was a stark contrast to Hawks’ laid-back vibe. “Uh, likewise. I’m Naomasa Tsukauchi. You’ve worked with Hawks before?”

“Totally! We were a duo for two years—zipping through the skies, taking down bad guys, saving the day! He’s all sneaky and precise, and I’m the ‘fly in and light up the scene’ type!” She laughed, her wings fluttering as if to punctuate her excitement. “So, these thefts—quirk users losing their powers temporarily, right? Sounds wild! Where do we start?”

Naomasa steadied himself, pulling out his notebook. “We’ve got a witness at the last crime scene, a warehouse two blocks from here. They saw a figure in a hood, possibly using a quirk to drain others. I’d like you to scout from above while I interview them.”

“Perfect! I’ll zoom up, scan the area, and keep an eye out for shady hooded types!” She gave a mock salute, her wings flaring dramatically. Before he could respond, she shot into the air, a golden streak against the sky, calling down, “Let’s catch this creep, Detective!”

Naomasa watched her soar, a mix of bemusement and curiosity settling in. Her energy was infectious, if overwhelming. He’d worked with All Might’s steady resolve and Hawks’ sharp wit, but her whirlwind cheer was new. As she circled above, her wings catching the light, he couldn’t help but wonder how her past with Hawks shaped her—and if her brightness hid the same sharp instincts.

“Alright, [reader's hero name],” he muttered, heading toward the warehouse. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

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Just imagine...

Hawks thought he was being so smooth. A moonlit flight over Tokyo, the city lights glittering below, his girlfriend safely cradled in his arms—what could be more romantic?

"Pretty cool, huh?" he grinned, swooping higher.

Then he glanced down.

Her face was sheet-white, her nails digging into his arms like talons. "HAWKS. PUT. ME. DOWN."

"Huh? You scared of heigh—"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!!!"

Her scream was so loud it startled a flock of pigeons mid-flight. Hawks nearly dropped her in surprise, barely managing to dive back toward solid ground.

By the time they landed, she was clinging to a lamppost, swearing she’d never leave earth again.

Hawks rubbed the back of his neck. "So… no second date?"

She threw a pebble at him.

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Just imagine...

Aizawa meant to be romantic. Really. He’d even put in effort—brushed his hair (sort of), put on a clean capture weapon, and tried to soften his gaze as he looked at his girlfriend over dinner.

The problem? His natural expression was that of a sleep-deprived cryptid.

She shifted uncomfortably as his dark, unblinking eyes bore into her soul. "Uh… Shouta? You good?"

"I’m looking at you tenderly," he said flatly.

"Oh." She swallowed. "It… kind of looks like you’re planning my murder."

Aizawa blinked.

"Damn it."

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"Alfred's literary misadventure"

[Human University AU]

[USUK/UKUS]

The university library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages and the soft hum of air conditioning. Arthur Kirkland, a third-year History student, sat at a corner table, surrounded by stacks of books on Victorian England. His green eyes scanned a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, a faint scowl on his face as he scribbled notes in his meticulously organized notebook. His blond hair was slightly mussed, and his sweater vest screamed "I take my studies seriously."

Across the room, Alfred F. Jones, a second-year Technology and Computer Science major, peeked over the top of a random book he’d grabbed from the shelves. His blue eyes were fixed on Arthur, and his heart did a little flip. Alfred had been smitten since the day he’d bumped into Arthur at a campus coffee shop, spilling latte all over the Brit’s syllabus. Arthur’s sharp tongue and sarcastic wit had only made Alfred fall harder.

“Dude, you got this,” Alfred muttered to himself, adjusting his glasses and smoothing his hoodie. “Be cool. Be smart. Be… gentlemanly.” He’d overheard Arthur talking about classic literature with some other history nerds, and Alfred was determined to prove he could keep up. He wanted to be the kind of guy Arthur would notice—not just the loud, burger-loving tech bro everyone else saw.

He clutched the book he’d randomly picked—a hefty tome titled Moby-Dick—and sauntered over to Arthur’s table, trying to channel every period drama hero he’d ever seen on TV. “Yo, Arthur! Fancy meeting you here,” he said, plopping down across from him with what he hoped was a charming grin.

Arthur looked up, one eyebrow arched. “Alfred. This is a library, not a fast-food joint. What do you want?”

Alfred leaned back, propping Moby-Dick on the table like it was his prized possession. “Just, y’know, soaking up some classic lit. Gotta keep the mind sharp, right?” He tapped the book’s cover, hoping Arthur would be impressed.

Arthur’s eyes flicked to the book, then back to Alfred. “Moby-Dick? Really? I didn’t peg you for a Melville fan.”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Alfred said, nodding enthusiastically. “This book’s, like, super deep. All about… uh, whales and stuff. And, like, chasing dreams. Or… fish?” He faltered, realizing he had no idea what Moby-Dick was actually about. He’d only picked it because it looked thick and important.

Arthur’s lips twitched, as if he was fighting a smirk. “Chasing dreams, you say? Care to elaborate?”

Alfred’s mind scrambled. He vaguely remembered something about a whale from high school English. “Well, there’s this dude, Captain… Ahab, right? And he’s, like, super obsessed with this big white whale. It’s, uh, a metaphor for… life?” He flashed a nervous grin, hoping he’d nailed it.

Arthur closed his book with a deliberate thud. “A metaphor for life,” he repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. “That’s your take on one of the most complex novels in Western literature?”

Alfred’s confidence wavered, but he doubled down. “Yeah, man! It’s all about, like, chasing stuff you can’t have. Like… love, or whatever.” He winked, thinking he’d smoothly tied it to his feelings for Arthur.

Arthur’s cheeks pinked slightly, but his expression remained unimpressed. “And what about Ishmael? Or the Pequod? Any thoughts on their significance?”

Alfred blanked. Ishmael? Pequod? Were those characters or what? “Uh, Ishmael’s… the narrator, right? Cool dude. And the Pequod’s, like, their ship. Real… shippy.” He cringed internally. Shippy? Really, Alfred?

Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alfred, have you even read the book?”

“Uh… I’m more of a… big-picture guy,” Alfred said, scratching the back of his neck. “But I’m totally into classics! Like, uh, that Pride and Prejudice you’re reading. It’s got that Darcy guy, right? Super romantic. I bet you’re into that stuff.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “Oh? And what makes you think I’m into Pride and Prejudice for the romance?”

Alfred panicked. He’d assumed all classic books were about mushy stuff. “I mean, it’s got that whole… love-hate thing going on. Like, Darcy and… uh, Elizabeth? They’re always arguing, but it’s, like, hot, right?”

Arthur’s face turned a deeper shade of red, but he looked more exasperated than flattered. “You’ve clearly never read Austen either. It’s not just about romance, you twit. It’s about social class, gender dynamics, and—”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Alfred interrupted, holding up his hands. “I’m not a history nerd like you, but I’m trying, alright? I just… thought you’d like a guy who’s into smart stuff.”

Arthur blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Alfred’s voice. For a moment, his sharp edges softened. “You don’t need to pretend to be something you’re not, Alfred. If you want to impress me, just… be yourself. And maybe actually read a book before you try to discuss it.”

Alfred’s shoulders slumped, but he managed a sheepish grin. “Yeah, okay. Maybe I’ll start with something shorter. Any recommendations?”

Arthur hesitated, then slid Pride and Prejudice across the table. “Start here. And don’t skip the parts you don’t understand. Come back when you’ve finished, and we’ll talk. Properly.”

Alfred’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Deal! But, uh, you’re gonna have to explain some of those fancy old words. I’m more of a code-and-computers guy.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile. “Fine. But only if you stop calling me a ‘history nerd.’”

“No promises, Artie,” Alfred said with a wink, grabbing the book and practically bouncing out of the library.

As Arthur watched him go, he shook his head, muttering, “Idiot.” But his smile lingered, and he opened his notebook again, wondering if Alfred would actually read the book—or if he’d just show up with more ridiculous metaphors.

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"The Reception"

In the grand, candlelit hall of England’s stately manor, the air buzzed with the anticipation of the evening’s social reception. The year was 1675, and the chandeliers gleamed with wax-dripped splendor, casting flickering shadows on the polished oak floors. The first guests—dignitaries from France, Spain, and the Netherlands—were arriving, their carriages clattering outside as footmen scurried to attend them. The scent of lavender and roasted pheasant wafted through the air, mingling with the faint musk of powdered wigs and starched lace.

England, dressed in a fine velvet doublet with gold embroidery, knelt in a small antechamber, a comb in one hand and a look of exasperation on his face. Before him sat little America, his colony, a boy of boundless energy with a mop of wild, wheat-colored hair that seemed to defy all attempts at taming. The lad’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and his tiny boots swung restlessly against the chair’s legs.

“Hold still, lad,” England muttered, his voice a mix of fondness and frustration as he tugged the comb through another tangled lock. “You can’t go out there looking like you’ve been wrestling with a bear.”

“But England!” America chirped, squirming as the comb snagged. “I wanna see the horses! An’ France said he’s bringin’ a sword to show me! A real one!” His small hands flailed, nearly knocking the comb from England’s grip.

England sighed, his thick brows furrowing. “France will show you no such thing if I’ve anything to say about it. Now, sit proper, or I’ll have you scrubbing pots instead of prancing about with the guests.”

America pouted, crossing his arms, but his legs still jiggled. “S’not fair. You get to talk to everyone, an’ I just gotta stand there an’ be quiet.” He tilted his head, and the half-combed hair flopped back into disarray. “Why can’t I run around? I’m not a baby anymore!”

“You’re a colony,” England said firmly, though his green eyes softened as he steadied America’s head with a gentle hand. “And you’ll represent me tonight. That means no running, no shouting, and—God help me—no climbing the tapestries like last time.”

America giggled, clearly unrepentant. “That was fun! Spain laughed!”

“Spain laughs at anything that causes me grief,” England grumbled, resuming his battle with the comb. He managed to smooth a section of hair, only for America to jerk his head to the side, spotting a butterfly fluttering past the window.

“Look! England, it’s got spots!” America pointed, nearly toppling off the chair.

“Alfred, for heaven’s sake!” England caught him by the shoulders, setting him upright. “If you don’t sit still, I’ll tie you to this chair with my cravat.”

America’s eyes widened, and he gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me,” England shot back, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’re to make a good impression tonight. The Dutch are here, and they’re particular about appearances. And France—well, he’ll take any chance to call me uncivilized if you look like you’ve crawled out of a haystack.”

America huffed but settled slightly, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What’s France like? Is he really all fancy like you say?”

“Fancier than a peacock in a palace,” England muttered, finally making progress with the hair. “And twice as vain. But he’s clever, so mind your manners around him. Don’t let him fill your head with nonsense about revolutions or wine.”

“Wine sounds nice,” America said dreamily, then yelped as England tugged a particularly stubborn knot.

“It’s not for you, you little imp.” England smoothed the last of the hair into place, stepping back to admire his work. America’s hair, now neatly combed, shone in the candlelight, though it still had a certain untamed charm. “There. You look almost civilized.”

America hopped off the chair, spinning in his tiny velvet coat, which was a miniature version of England’s own. “Do I look like a gentleman?”

England chuckled.

“You look like my colony. And that’s enough for now.” He straightened, offering his hand. “Come on, then. Let’s go greet the vultures—I mean, the guests.”

America grabbed his hand, already bouncing with excitement. “Can I talk to France first? Or Spain? Oh, or the Netherlands! He’s got ships, right?”

England sighed, leading him toward the hall where laughter and clinking glasses echoed. “One at a time, lad. And no swords.”

As they stepped into the bustling reception, America’s eyes lit up at the sea of colorful coats and glittering jewels. England tightened his grip on the boy’s hand, knowing full well that keeping him still would be a battle all night.

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Reaction of Hetalia Axis and Spain to the emergence of a matriarchal country:

Italy (North Italy):

- Italy would be enthusiastically curious and welcoming. He’d likely be charmed by the idea of a matriarchal country, gushing about how “pretty” and “strong” the nation must be. He might imagine her as a nurturing, pasta-loving figure and immediately try to befriend her with hugs and offers of food.

- Italy would bombard her with questions about her culture, especially her cuisine and art, while flirting playfully. He’d be oblivious to any political implications, focusing instead on how “fun” her presence is.

“Wow, a lady country who runs everything? That’s so cool! Let’s be amici!”

Germany:

- Germany would approach the matriarchal country with cautious respect and analytical curiosity. He’d be intrigued by her governance structure, wanting to understand how a matriarchy functions compared to his own militaristic and orderly system. He’d likely admire her discipline if she’s efficient, but be skeptical if she seems chaotic.

- Germany would be formal, addressing her with utmost politeness and asking pointed questions about her economy, military, and laws. If she challenges his authority or teases his rigidity, he’d get flustered but try to maintain composure. Italy’s antics would probably embarrass him in front of her.

“A matriarchal system? Fascinating. How do you maintain order and efficiency? I’d like to see your organizational charts.”

Japan:

- Japan would be quietly observant and respectful, intrigued by the cultural uniqueness of a matriarchal nation. He’d likely draw parallels to historical female figures in his own culture and be curious about her traditions, values, and social norms. He’d be polite but reserved, keeping his thoughts private.

- Japan would engage in subtle, thoughtful conversations, asking about her history and customs while avoiding anything too personal. He’d be diplomatic, ensuring he doesn’t offend, and might sketch her in his notebook as inspiration for a new manga character. If she’s overly bold, he’d be slightly uncomfortable but hide it behind a smile.

“Your nation’s structure is most intriguing. May I ask about your cultural practices? I wish to understand better.”

South Italy (Romano):

- Romano would be skeptical and a bit grumpy about the new matriarchal country, especially if she garners attention that overshadows him. He’d likely complain about her “showing off” but secretly be intrigued, especially if she’s charismatic or has a flair for Mediterranean-style culture. If she’s kind to him, he’d soften but still act tsundere.

- Romano would initially scoff and make snarky comments, like questioning why everyone’s so impressed. If she compliments his food or culture, he’d blush and mumble something nice before quickly backtracking. He’d be protective if Spain or Italy got too chummy with her, and he’d definitely curse at Prussia for any flirting attempts. If she’s assertive, he might respect her but still grumble.

“Tch, what’s so great about this lady country? Hmph, her tomatoes better be good, or I’m not impressed!”

Spain:

- Spain would be warmly enthusiastic and instantly smitten with the matriarchal country, seeing her as a vibrant addition to the world stage. He’d find her matriarchal structure fascinating and charming, likely romanticizing it as “passionate” and “beautiful.” His laid-back optimism would make him one of her biggest fans right away.

- Spain would shower her with compliments, offering to dance, share paella, or show her his sunny beaches. He’d be flirtatious but respectful, eager to learn about her culture and share his own. If she’s stern, he’d just laugh it off and try to win her over with his charm. He’d also tease Romano about being jealous, leading to some comedic bickering.

“¡Qué maravilla! A strong, beautiful nation led by women? Let’s celebrate with a fiesta, mi amiga!”

Prussia:

- Prussia would be loudly excited and a bit cocky, seeing the matriarchal country as both a challenge and an opportunity to show off. He’d be fascinated by her power structure and probably claim he “totally gets” matriarchies because he’s “awesome” and respects strong figures. He’d also try to one-up her in some way.

- Prussia would strut up to her, boasting about his own (former) glory and making bold compliments to impress her. He’d likely challenge her to a friendly competition to test her mettle. If she outsmarts or outshines him, he’d be flustered but laugh it off, declaring her “almost as awesome as me.” He’d also tease Germany for being too serious around her.

“Kesese! A matriarchal nation? That’s pretty awesome—not as awesome as me, but close! Wanna see who’s tougher?”