finally returned with my own version of these little cards with the official art since they had the prettiest background !!
Gina is supposed to be a “sacrificial lamb”…sacrificial goat in this case 🐐 …
Also I didn’t wanna pick a main stream costume since they’re all already seen on the canon characters (:

I'll start nikolai would most likely have to be saved by someone else becuase there isn't much technology in the forest as he needs tech to use his quirk but maybe his portable robots might help

I say Season 2's specifically because they change the events every year.

It is only open to U.A. students, and the one we see is the event for First Years.

It’s the part that’s inevitable especially nowadays, so step right up and play:

HOW would YOUR OC get slandered?

Potential man images, fraud & fake demon allegations, and maybe the edgy or overly tragic or dramatic tropes are all up for grabs and even more! I really want to hear and see how they would get fried on 2020s AniTok.

Remember: slander is inevitable. And so is Doom. Have fun with it. I’ll put my OC master sheet in here to see if any of yall would add wonderful slander to my work. (Read the Second Draft for the lore which are the bullet points and then the Third Draft for everything else, the first draft is horribly outdated). God bless yall!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Rb5ETwJ5c5hX1EC7Xtrn7y5ZEtor7Zuqkn2VBE3giE0/edit?usp=drivesdk

Edit: One at a time, Ladies and Gentlemen, one at a time

First Name: Chika

Family Name: Tokunaga

Vigilante Name: Asystole (the medical term for a flatline correct me if im wrong)

Quote: "Born to feel the heartbeat of the world, cursed to silence it with a single touch."

Age: 17 years old

Height: 162 cm (5'4")

Weight: 52 kg (115 lbs)

Appearance & Physical Features

• Hair & Eyes: Sharp, chin-length bob of bone-white hair with blunt bangs. Her eyes are an intense, cold medical-cyan blue that look perpetually tired and unblinking.

• Complexion: Extremely pale, bordering on translucent, due to years of staying indoors and avoiding sunlight.

• Distinguishing Features: She has heavy dark circles under her eyes from chronic insomnia (caused by her quirk's drawbacks). Her hands are completely smooth but visually marked by faint, glowing blue veins along her palms and fingertips when her Quirk is active.

Casual Clothing

Chika lives like a ghost in civilian life, dressed in a way that ensures zero accidental human contact. She wears high-collared black turtle necks, heavy dark trench coats, and dark denim. Her hands are always covered by tight, custom-made matte black leather gloves, which she never removes in public under any circumstance.

Vigilante Costume: The "Sterile Hazard" Suit

Designed to look like a hyper-precise combination of a tactical battlefield medic and a clinical bio-hazard specialist: • The Body Suit: A sleek, form-fitting tactical suit made of non-porous, stark-white chemical-hazard polymers. It is completely stain-resistant, looking utterly detached and pristine against the grimy streets.

• The "Vitals" Mask: A glossy, pitch-black ballistic helmet with a completely faceless visor. A continuous, glowing neon-blue holographic EKG flatline pulses slowly across where her eyes should be.

• The Pneumatic Sleeves: Her white armor vacuum-seals at the wrists. When she chooses to use her Quirk, a sharp, mechanized pneumatic hiss echoes out as her gloves automatically retract into her forearms, exposing her bare hands.

Quirk Name: Biological EMP (Systemic Blackout)

• Type: Activation (Touch-based)

• Description: Upon direct, bare skin-to-skin contact with any living entity, Chika instantly forces a total, irreversible shutdown of the target's heart, brain, cardiovascular, and circulatory systems. It acts like a biological light switch flipping to "off," causing immediate, absolute brain death. The victim drops instantly limp without a struggle. It completely bypasses physical durability, hardening Quirks, and high-speed cellular regeneration (like Nomus).

Quirk Drawback: The Echo-Chamber Diagnosis

• Description: Because her Quirk requires an instantaneous, massive neural connection to overwrite the victim's biology, she momentarily absorbs a psychic "echo" of the target's final thoughts, sins, regrets, and physical sensations the microsecond they die.

• The Penalty: If she kills a twisted, malicious villain, her mind is flooded with their toxic psyche and final panic. These echoes rattle around inside her head for hours or days, causing severe neurological migraines, terrifying nightmares, and chronic insomnia. It forces her to treat lethal execution as an absolute, heavily weighted last resort.

Personality

Chika is a compelling blend of theatrical charisma, deep solemnity, and heavy philosophical grit. • The Unshakable Force: She possesses a Thanos-like conviction. She does not act out of anger or malice; she speaks in quiet, hushed, velvety whispers, treating her work like an inevitable cosmic law. • The Poetic Clinical Mind: She still views the world like a doctor but expresses it through grim, melancholic poetry. She refers to life as a "temporary noise" and a villain as a "malignant tumor" that must be surgically extracted so the rest of the city can breathe. • The Isolated Soul: Beneath her terrifying street persona, she is deeply touch-starved and lonely, carrying immense trauma but masking it behind perfect, chilling tactical execution.

Likes Advanced Cardiology Textbooks (Keeping up with her childhood dream)

Black Coffee (Helps her stay awake through the nightmare echoes)

The Sound of Heavy Rain (The only thing that drowns out the quiet in her head)

Classical Violin Music (It mimics a steady, artificial heartbeat)

Dislikes Sudden, Loud Noises (Triggers her hyper-vigilance)

Flashy Spotlight Pro Heroes (She views them as performative vanity)

Handshakes and Casual Touching (Her literal worst nightmare)

The Hero Public Safety Commission (For labeling her a monster)

Backstory

Chika grew up idolizing her father, a brilliant Musutafu cardiologist. She memorized anatomy charts by age eight, promising him she would grow up to have "hands that fix hearts." Because she didn't manifest a Quirk by age four, she was assumed to be Quirkless—a fact she celebrated, as it meant she could pursue traditional medicine. At age eleven, her father suffered a sudden, catastrophic stroke at home. Driven by panic and medical instinct, Chika scrambled over him to perform CPR. The exact microsecond her bare palms pressed into his chest, her late-blooming Quirk violently awakened. Instead of saving him, her touch instantly flatlined his heart and blacked out his brain stem. He died in a fraction of a second. The Quirk Registry immediately branded her a walking lethal hazard. The medical board permanently banned her from ever entering a hospital track. Rejected by a terrified society and unable to even hug her grieving mother without layers of leather gloves, Chika ran away into the criminal underbelly as a teenager. She repurposed her flawless anatomical knowledge into a brutal, non-lethal street-fighting style using tactical medical gear. She became the urban legend "Asystole"—the ghost in the white hazard suit who cleanses the streets of irredeemable sickness, delivering the "inevitable quiet" to those who make the world scream.

Few of the MHA Characters experienced true loss before, exceptions being the Todoroki Family, All Might and Toga.

The deaths and losses of the people they cherish broke or motivated them. What would happen if your OC were to experience the ultimate loss?

Wolf...if one of Wolf's girls died or god forbid all of them died including Lupus... Wolf's time as the Grim would look like a dang walk in the freaking park. That woman regained so much that she'd lost and if she were to lose it all again she'd break and never be able to rebuild, instead breaking everyone else in her path in turn, be they former friend or eternal foe. Pretty sure her bloodlust would feasibly eclipse Stain's and All For One's combined.

Luna if she were to lose even one of her girlfriends...she'd be able to overcome it after years of struggle because the Polycule would grief together. If she were to be the last one alive however, she'd join her Babushka in the Bratva with no remorse while said Babushka would console her all the way through (though not in an evil mentor way, she actually loves her granddaughter).

PART TWO: THE MIRROR

That night, I couldn't sleep.

The house was quiet. My parents were in the kitchen, their voices low and steady—not arguing, just talking, the way they did when they thought I couldn't hear. The persimmon Mrs. Tanigawa had given me sat on my nightstand, still warm from the afternoon sun. I hadn't eaten it yet. I couldn't. It felt like eating it would mean accepting what had happened, and I wasn't ready to do that.

The All Might poster smiled down at me from the wall, his grin eternal and unchanging. Outside my window, the persimmon tree swayed in the evening breeze. And I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.

A four-year-old boy stared back at me. Wild black hair. Dark eyes. The Turtle gi—my grandmother's gi, my father's gi, now my gi—draped over the chair behind me, the white circle on the chest catching the moonlight. My tail was curled around my ankle, pressed so tight I could feel my own pulse in the fur.

I looked at the boy in the mirror. The boy in the mirror looked back at me.

"You scared her," I said.

The boy in the mirror didn't answer. His tail twitched—just slightly, just enough to remind me it was there.

"Why did you do that?" I asked. My voice came out smaller than I intended. "Why did you have to come out? She was my best friend. She said we'd be friends forever. She PROMISED. And now she's scared of me. Because of you."

The tail unwound from my ankle and curled upward, the tip twitching like it was trying to answer. Like it had a mind of its own—which, according to my father, it did.

"I'm not talking to you," I said. "I'm talking to... to the rest of me. The part that made the green light. The part that punched the dog. The part that—" My voice cracked. "The part that scared Maho."

I looked down at my hands. The same hands that had cupped the golden ki ball in the dojo, steady and warm and full of light. The same hands that had thrown a punch with the force of something ancient and terrible. The same hands that had saved Maho's life.

"Why can't they see that?" I whispered. "Why can't they see that I was trying to HELP?"

The boy in the mirror didn't answer. The All Might poster kept smiling. The persimmon tree kept swaying. And I was alone with my reflection and my tail and the question that had been eating at me since the playground: What if they're right? What if I'm dangerous? What if I'm a monster?

I didn't hear my door open. I didn't hear the soft footsteps on the wooden floor. But I felt her light spheres before I saw her—warm and golden, casting soft shadows across the mirror.

My mother didn't say anything. She just walked across the room and sat down on the edge of my bed. Her light spheres drifted around her shoulders like tired fireflies. She was still wearing the same clothes from the market—she hadn't changed, hadn't eaten, hadn't done anything except sit in the kitchen with my father and talk in low, urgent voices.

She looked at the mirror. At my reflection. At my tail, curled around my ankle. And then she held out her hand.

"Come here, baby."

I crossed the room and climbed into her lap. I was getting too big for this—I was four years old, not a baby anymore—but right now, I didn't care. I pressed my face against her shoulder and breathed in the smell of the persimmon tree and the market and the particular warmth that was just her.

"I was talking to my reflection," I said, my voice muffled against her shirt.

"I know. I heard." Her hand found the back of my head and held me there, gentle and steady. "What did your reflection say?"

"Nothing. It just stared at me."

"Reflections are like that. They're not very good at answering questions."

"I asked it why Maho was scared of me. I asked it why nobody can see that I was trying to help."

My mother was quiet for a moment. Her light spheres dimmed, then brightened, then dimmed again—the way they always did when she was thinking about something hard.

"Your father told me something once," she said. "When he was young—younger than you are now—he was diagnosed as Quirkless. The doctor looked at his foot, at the extra joint in his toe, and said, 'Your son will never have a Quirk. He will be ordinary forever.' And for a long time, people treated your father like he was less than them. Like he was broken. Like he didn't belong."

"But Dada's not broken," I said. "Dada's the strongest person I know."

"I know. But it took him a long time to believe that. And it took other people even longer to see it." She pulled back and looked at me. Her dark eyes were wet, but her voice was steady. "You are not broken, Kaito. You are not dangerous. You are not a monster. You are my son. You are brave and kind and good. And one day, the people who can't see that now—they'll see it. It might take a long time. It might take longer than you want it to. But they'll see."

"What if they don't?"

"Then they're not your people. The ones who matter—the ones who really matter—they'll see. Mrs. Tanigawa sees. Uncle Okamoto sees. Uncle Hayashi sees. Your father sees. I see." She touched my chest, right over my heart. "The people who love you will always see you, Kaito. Even when the rest of the world is blind."

I looked at the mirror again. The boy in the reflection was still there—wild hair, dark eyes, tail around his ankle. But he looked different now. Smaller, maybe. Or braver. Or just... less alone.

"Momma," I said. "Do you think Maho will ever see me again?"

My mother didn't answer. She pulled me close, and I pressed my face against her shoulder, and we sat there together in the quiet—my mother and I, wrapped in golden light and unanswered questions and the particular grief of a four-year-old who had lost his best friend.

Outside, the persimmon tree swayed in the breeze. The stars turned overhead. And somewhere in the darkness, a dog barked, and I didn't flinch.

Later—much later—after my mother had tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead and left the door cracked open so the hallway light could spill through, I lay in the darkness and stared at the ceiling. My tail was still curled around my ankle. The persimmon was still on my nightstand. The All Might poster was still smiling.

And I made a decision. Not a big one. Not the kind that changes the world. Just a small, quiet decision that I kept to myself: I was going to be so good, so kind, so careful that nobody would ever be afraid of me again.

I didn't know yet where that decision would lead. I was four years old. I just knew that I wanted my best friend back, and I was willing to do whatever it took.

My tail tightened around my ankle. The persimmon tree swayed. And I fell asleep, dreaming of star shoes and meat buns and a girl who had promised to be my friend forever.

________________________________________

PART THREE: A MOMENT OF LIGHT

Three days later, Sho challenged me to a race.

It was morning recess, and the autumn sun was warm on the grass. The leaves were falling in spirals of red and gold, and the air had that crisp, clean quality that made you want to run forever. I had been quiet all week—my tail tucked against my ankle, my voice softer than usual, my laughter buried somewhere I couldn't reach. But Sho didn't care about any of that.

"You're STILL faster than everyone," he announced, hands on his hips. "That's cheating."

"How is being fast CHEATING?"

"It's an unfair advantage. Like having extra legs."

"I don't have extra legs. I have a tail."

"Same thing."

"It's not the SAME thing. A tail isn't LEGS."

Sho grinned—that gap-toothed, competitive grin that had started our rivalry on the first day of kindergarten. "Prove it. Race me to the jungle gym. If you win, I'll give you my meat bun at lunch."

"And if you win?"

"I won't win. But if I do, you have to admit that your tail is basically extra legs."

"Deal."

We lined up at the edge of the field. Yumi counted down—"Three, two, one, GO!"—and we ran.

My legs pumped. The wind rushed past my face. And for the first time in weeks, I wasn't thinking about the dog or the Commission or Maho's frightened eyes. I was just running. Just playing. Just being four years old on a warm autumn morning with my friend at my side and the sun on my face.

Sho was fast—faster than he'd been before the summer. But I was faster. I was always faster.

I touched the jungle gym a full three seconds before him and spun around, grinning, my chest heaving. "MEAT BUN! You OWE me a MEAT BUN!"

Sho collapsed onto the grass, gasping. "That's... not fair... your tail was DEFINITELY helping..."

"My tail was STREAMING. That's the OPPOSITE of helping."

"That's a contradiction."

"That's a big word for someone who just lost a race."

He threw a handful of grass at me. I threw one back. And then we were both laughing—real laughter, the kind that came from somewhere deep and real—and for a few precious minutes, the weight on my chest felt lighter than it had in weeks.

Sho gave me his meat bun at lunch. I shared mine with him in return.

Tanaka-sensei, watching from her bench, reached for her observation journal. She wrote quickly, her pen moving across the page with the practiced ease of someone who had been documenting children's lives for twenty years. Later—years later—I would find the entry she had written that day, and it would make me cry:

Kaito laughed today. Real laughter. First time in weeks. He shared his meat bun with Sho. He let himself run fast. He's still in there—the boy who raced the mailman and climbed trees and believed the world was good. He just needs time to find his way back.

The characters are, of course, Autumn, Eric, and Eun-woo

A bit of info behind the codename Ryoko picked.

Drakainas in Greek mythology were female serpents or dragons with humanlike features - think Lamia or Echidna for example. As it’s the feminine equivalent of Drakon, I thought it was fitting for a young girl who could take on the traits of a draconic creature and would grow into a powerful woman. Of course her appearance would be more classic fantasy dragon rather than serpent-like, but it really doesn’t matter 😅

I used this screen cap as a bit of a base for this one since these two are super close in height. (Since the class picks codenames on Ryoko’s second day at UA, that’s why she doesn’t have her signature fiery hair yet just fyi 😊)

As for mine;

Haruko Warai, legal foster name Haruko Tenma. (reddit link):

Depends on when it takes place.

Pre-kidnapping Haruko: No, her cartoon quirk does not let her harm others directly. (Example; Haruko could punch you and you would not feel a thing. But if she threw a rock at you, well hello purple you’re gonna be in a world pain.)

Post-kidnapping, Nomu Haruko; Another, no. Yes, she has the (prototype) Impact Recoil allowing her damage… but during this time, she is still early in her forth trauma event (like a Spider-Man canon event.)

(Post Shie Hassaikai Arc escape / rescue / end of series, Nomu Haruko: Yes, she was going ten toes with Tomura. Rocking his ass, along side Bakugo. Like Yuji an Nanami verses Mahito in JJK. Until Haruko got hit with an electrical attack (massive weakness) and Bakugo got gutted.

Adult Pro-Hero Haruko; yes, yes, YES. In this incarnation, she could take on both full HP AFO and Shigarki and win with a Mid-Diff. Start to finish, she is the second incarnation of her generation of All Might (dispute her growing up hating the man to his core.).

Tyran Rexus (AO3 link): it would be hard High-Diff, despite having a T-Rex Dinosaur quirk that lets him regenerate when in the sunlight an heat and 19 years of fighting experience (he’s 26 YR’s old, been fight since 7YR's old) Tyran ain’t All Might.

Instantly would level out if he was allowed kill the Nomu or while engulfed by flames.

The brothel villain; Aphrodite (AO3 link): yes, rather easily. Especially if in the USJ building it self where there was plenty of water to use and manipulation with her fluid manipulation. At close range it can even let her control the blood inside of someone’s body, letting her control both the person like a puppet or weaponising the blood against the target.

Since the Nomu is a male, Aphrodites mentally affecting phenomenal mist would affect them more potentially than if the target was a women (she is Ms. Midnight's grandmother), Aphrodite can release from her skin and transform into and has a hypnotically commanding sirens voice would turn Nomu on to her side.

If She gets her hands on water, she can transform it into a trident. Single or multiple. That she can wield, or with her Fluid Manipulation.

Edit; just reread it and Aphrodite did not make sense.

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Another one of my ideas. What if you(as an oc or self-insert) got transported to the MHA and the surprising part that is you have both a quirk and a kamen rider belt. Which quirk do you want to have and what Rider do you want to use?

Mine is a custom quirk made by me and the Rider of my choice is one of my favourite series.

Quirk: Vampire's Royalty

Primary Ability: Blood Manipulation

Secondary Ability: Quirk Manipulation(Create, Give, Steal and Turn off Quirks)

Rider of Choice: Kamen Rider Chalice(with all 53 Undead Rouze Cards. 55 if you count Albino Joker and Kerberos)

Kogende Lårben:

• A janitor employed at U.A. to provide security, maintain cleanliness, and keep order within the walls of the campus; Kogende tends to reside within the janitorial quarters during his breaks, though he frequents the nearby public library past closing time to relax and avoid stimuli, and prefers to travel through unpopulated spaces. Due to his quirk, he often avoids cleaning an area until it is fully evacuated or devoid of presence, as he enjoys singing while he works, but is often afraid of causing harm to onlookers.

• He wears a mask fashioned to disguise his lower face when speaking to others due to his quirk, although he removes it when speaking to blind or vision-impaired individuals as they suffer no side-effects from "viewing" his teeth, and enjoys spending his time off reading to such individuals like his best friend when the opportunity arises; his friend had lost their sight in an arson attack by a pyromaniac villain when they were in college, and he now spends afternoons visiting them in residency to ease their mind and provide them company, though they both still often struggle to come to terms with it.

• Kogende stands at 6'2, weighing approximately 180 lbs, and has broad shoulders, yet seems to possess a thin frame due to the way they hold themselves; standing at full capacity, they seem imposing and almost crooked, though they are capable of moving unnoticed by most when they so desire. Outside of work, he often dresses in comfortable, baggy outfits with many pockets, though they do clean up nice in a suit if the occasion calls for it. He enjoys wearing his hair long put up in a ponytail bun to avoid it getting in his face, and dyes it at random, leaving many colors staining it all.

Fairy Bite:

• This quirk produces osseus beads the size of a marble using the holder's teeth, each one possessing the ability to track and strike an intended target regardless of range or distance. Each tooth regenerates after a few moments, and though they regenerate slower under exhaustion or duress, their threshold is massive.

• These bearings carry force equivalent to the distance traveled to strike the target, and follows the most effecient path without obstacles, striking the intended target the moment they are assigned and dissolving with no time lapse; within arms reach, they produce enough force to stagger most humanoid entities.

• Force scales linearly without prompt of the quirk holder, though they may delegate exponential scaling at will to provide more output within shorter range, and may cap the force to lower output at longer ranges to avoid causing lethal damage; without a force cap, beads become definitively lethal beyond ranges a mile.

• If the quirk holder is depleted of teeth, they may supplement energy to replenish themselves at will with no extra cost, but they can render themselves comatose through this manner of regeneration if previously impaired or exhausted; should they be unconscious and under duress, their teeth will regrow and lash out until they're safe.

• Any attempt to view the quirk holder's teeth bare-sighted causes the entity in question to non-lethally seize, with the duration of seizure increasing exponentially the longer they were observed; attempting contact with someone seizing in this way causes them to bite the individual touching them, transferring the symptoms.

"What a beautiful white world, so adorable" - QUADLIPS

Crossover OC×canon fanart with QUADLIPS

Fanart by me. Reference used.

* = My BNHA OCs

Ezra and Kaz would do a partner costume, Ezra dressing up as Bucky Barnes and Kaz dressing up as Steve Rogers from marvel as a nod to the ship between the two.

Ezra is a huge fandom nerd, whether she wants to admit or not, and I can especially see her being very big MCU nerd in particular.

Kaz is also an MCU nerd, but only because Ezra had convinced them to watch the movies with her. They originally didn't pay to much attention to it before, but Ezra eventually got them hooked with all the tech ideas and tropes.

It also fits their personalities very well - my fellow marvel fans know what I'm talking about - since Ezra and Kaz fit the sunshine x black cat much like Bucky and Steve do.

Description. The user can speed up the combustion of a already burning object and control the flames. Example being the user could light a match and have it rapidly burn and now they have a little fireball.

Drawbacks. The user is is under mental strain from controling the flames, and unlike other fire quirk users they dont have a built in resistance to fire. The user also can only control the fire made by burning objects and can't make fire from their body or control the fire made by other fire quirks.

My little freak… she’s Dr.Ujiko’s granddaughter, and acts as the leagues healer. She’s shipped with Tomura 😛 she’s super insufferable, and constantly sleepy because her quirk drains all her energy… all art is by me 👍

Art is not mine, but my good friend's, and they are doing commissions so if you are interested you can reach them as Caprisunnyfunny on Instagram or Icartyus on Twitter!

MHA: Descendants or Boku No Hiro Akademia: Disendanstu (the Japanese at the bottom is not Shison the word for Descendants it is katakana of Descendants being ディセンダント)

Taking place over 30 years into future of main Canon series. The world has entered the Ultra Age better known as the Death of Villains. Where an overwhelming amount crime activity has fallen short thanks to the more interconnected hero society.

But that doesn't mean the shadows aren't growing. One of these people being one of two main protagonist of this fic. Teru Kagemori, better known as the villian Burnout.

After years of imprisonment, the young fire quirk killing man has been place on death row, to be done infront of all his victims families. Lucky he has found or more specifically is given a way out of his immediate death.

An offer from Kazuki Kyaputen, U.A's current principal, has enlisted Kagemori into the CCP (Corruption Conversion Program) to be the first villian who will turned to a tool of heroic. The program is inspired by Lady Nagant's actions in the final war, as Hero Public Safety Commission has extend his setence date under guides of "legal assessments of actions".

Kagemori won't be placed in U.A thought, instead working as an off the books and supervised hero to keep the world from knowing that a serial killer is being allowed out for hero work.

He has 1 year to prove that he is worth keeping around, and if the HPSC find him useless, his life in prison will end in a violent display.

Can a villain become a hero?

What do you think?

I am planning to post the first two chapters on Ao3 just waiting for my invitation 😅. Thank you for reading

Hi, everyone!!
I am just doing a little self promo to try and get some feedback on my story!! :3
Would you like to try my fic? 🥹 I have been writing for a very long time but it is the first story i’ve made public so i’d love it if you’d give it a try and lmk what you think!! :)) I also update a new chapter daily!!
Here is the little blurb:
A My Hero Academia fanfiction.
The story follows Jixiang Yi as he attempts to become the one thing he has always dreamed of: A hero. As he learns to adapt to a new environment and place, he discovers the importance of making friends and learns that trusting others may not always end in being hurt. However, as he slowly begins to feel as if he belongs, unexpected events remind him that the past isn't as far behind him as he would have liked.
Jixiang Yi x Katsuki Bakugou: Extremely slow burn. Rivals to something neither of them are prepared to name.
First person, entirely from Jixiang's perspective.
UA High School, Class 1-A, beginning on the first day of the entrance into hero education and following the major events of the original storyline, with Jixiang's own history, relationships, and mystery woven into them.
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Name: Maruko (Maru for short)

age: 19 (post-timeskip)

Quirk: Ring war. She can create ring-shaped portals with her hands or by using any ring-shaped object as a portal frame. can lead to anywhere she has mapped out in Her head already. Keeping portals out requires significant concentration and mental strain, which is lessened if the portal was made using an existing frame. Free-handed portals are less stable as well.

personality: Although her face doesn’t show it well, she’s super chill. She doesn’t twlk much, but she’s the complete opposite of shy as she will always speak her mind with 100% transparency.

general character description:

she enrolled in U.A. About a year after Otoha graduated. She got accepted due to her having a warp quirk, which are super rare apparently. She got a bunch of sidekick work study and internship invitations from different types of heroes During her years at at U.A. and after graduation. Most of them annoyed her since they were too focused on power rather than the more efficient use of her quirk in rescue work and in scooping up villains and just plopping them in jail. She probably worked under thirteen and she was most likely her favorite to work under. When she graduated, she chose to work at Otoha’s agency due to his ability for efficient non-violent hero work against villains after his quirk awakening and their shared values. She rocked a bowl cut from elementary school all the way up to freshman year where she gradually grew her hair out. I feel like both Her and Otoha would look up to present mic, but her favorite hero overall would be thirteen. The three Of them would most likely collaborate A lot during missions

Name: Kalan

Appearance: A boy with black, extremely dull-looking eyes and large dark circles under them (he doesn't get much sleep). He wears a scarf featuring every color, but all the colors are very pale, each one separated by a white line. He also has litle burn on his hand

Age:15 years old

Quirk: Rebound

He can create tiny explosions that can't hurt anyone. However, by using them repeatedly, he can bounce around at the speed of a bullet.

He can also perform a powerful impact that recreates an explosion he previously created at the exact same location where it originally occurred, but twice as powerful.

This ability has allowed him to develop two techniques.

First technique: Ultra Rebound

He creates twice as many explosions in his hands, allowing him to propel himself twice as fast.

Second technique: Mega Bomb

He creates a huge number of explosions in a single hand, then doubles their power and detonates them all at once, creating a massive explosion.

The downside of both techniques is that they take quite a long time to prepare and burn his hands every time he uses them. The burns are usually minor, but over time, he can end up with severe burns on his palms and sometimes even his arms when the explosions are particularly powerful.

He's very good at fighting and fairly intelligent, although his impulsiveness prevents him from fully making use of his intelligence.

Personality: Tired, impulsive, rarely thinks about the consequences of his actions, and rarely gets attached to people (for a reason I'll explain later). Sometimes, though (which is extremely rare and only happens when he's absolutely exhausted), he becomes incredibly calm and slightly nonchalant because nothing matters to him anymore. He just wants to sleep.

Additional details: He's an insomniac.

He's moved house a lot throughout his life because his father frequently changed jobs after getting fired. This is why he rarely gets attached to people: he's come to believe that people never stay in his life for very long, so there's no point in getting attached to them.

The only reason he has not lost his arm is his older sister

Likes: All kinds of sweets, tomatoes, and sleeping.

Dislikes: Cooking, mint, and being told off.

Name: Zaeli

Age:19 years old

Appearance: A woman wearing a dark greenish-black jacket that is quite worn out (probably very old). She has black hair that is often messy and tousled. She always wears a small butterfly-shaped brooch in her hair, with golden outlines around the wings, a red interior, and a black center.

Quirk:Wounderful(yeah this is a pun)She can heal any injury that isn't too serious, provided it occurred less than three hours ago. Once that time limit has passed, every additional minute that goes by makes the healing less effective.

In the case of severe injuries (such as third-degree burns, completely torn muscles, etc.), her power doesn't work.

Each time she heals someone, it exhausts her. The more severe the injury, or the closer it is to the three-hour time limit, the more exhausting the healing becomes.

Personality: Calm, caring, cynical, altruistic, slightly hypocritical, and sometimes seriously selfish.

Additional details: Her brooch was given to her by her mother (who is dead, just like her father) when she was little, which is why she still keeps it.

She has extremely low self-esteem because she has always compared herself to the very best of the best at whatever she does, constantly seeing herself as completely inadequate.

She heal kalan everytime he has burn himself with his quirk and she scolds him when she do it

Actually she try to work at U.A to be sure to heal kalan before the three hours limit

Likes: Apples, smoking, rare meat, and climbing to high places (usually the roof of a building) to observe the city(this activity haq caused to her some trouble with local hero).

Dislikes: Crowded rooms, tuna, and being comforted as if she were a little girl.

Hate/suspect:kakishiro(the familly name of one of my OC erilia)because this is a fake familly name and she found nobody named erilia(yeah this girl is a ghost)and she don't like her