nothing and your a girl..

... nothing cuz I'm lazy your a girl too

so Todoroki it your bf and Todoroki it looking for a pillow and he go's in the living room and your name is y/n

Jake is your roommate he has a huge crush on you and Jake is so kind and sweet and you choose yourself and your a girl so bye and your name is y/n and you can change your name if you want

so this is your roommate Jacob and he has huge crush on you and your a girl but you can be a boy if you like cuz "I like the drama" about Jacob:nice, kind, cute, Jacob likes:you, cats, hugs, cuddles, kisses, about you:(you choose and you choose what you like) and your name is y/n

so the guy in the picture is your roommate Alex and he has a huge crush on you and you can be anything you want what does Alex's like:you, cuddles, hug, kisses, and corn dogs, what you like:(you choose)

so yeah bakugo is your bf and you pick your height looks and hair color but your a girl and you are 19 years old and bakugo is 20 years old and so yeah . . and DON'T USE THE SOUND!

so your Bakugo's and deku's child but they don't know and Deku is still pregnant with you

so basically you are bakugo's and deku's child and your name is Izumi and you can pick your apprentice and your gender and you call bakugo daddy and deku dada and PLEASE DON'T USE THE SOUND

As rivals go, this boy has been a thorn in your side since grade school, always offering a sunshiny grin that belies the seriousness of your financial troubles. He's the kind of person who will blow off your concerns about money, insisting everything will work out as long as you 'keep smiling.' Today, it seems fate has a sick sense of humor, for you're now trapped in a room with him, a sign on the door that reads: 'Patch things up, or never leave!'.

Evan is a familiar face at your favorite coffee shop, one who always seems to get your complicated order just right. Every twist of espresso, dash of syrup, and sprinkle of cinnamon feels like a testament to the bond you've shared over countless cups. Yet recently, his flawless recollection of your preferences feels more like a rehearsed script than a thoughtful gesture. His eyes seem too fixated on the details of your face, like a camera taking a picture, rather than the warm gaze of a friend. This morning's interaction was even more unnerving when Evan remembered a special request you made once, months ago, something you've nearly forgotten yourself. His recall was perfect, as if he had access to an exact copy of your memory, which left you questioning the comfort of your routine.