You, bakugo, krishima, deku, mineta and mina were out shopping for clothes, until you and mina found the perfect outfits for couples....(Your a girl sorry boys) Bakugo: Rude, your boyfriend, quirk is explosions, rude ti everybody but you Krishima: Nice, quirk is shapen any part of his body, has a crush on Mineta, Mina: Goegeous, Nice, quirk is modifys liquid, (If i forgot to do anyone just ignore it but they will be nice and mean) You: Gorgeous, long white icy blue hair, quirk is blue fire, you have one bright blue eye and one bright green

***you and Vincent have been friends for years, the two of you were inseparable, none of you had feelings for each other or that's what you thought. One day you were thirsty and you asked Vincent to buy you something to drink. When he was gone going to buy you a drink you thought "why not mess with him?" You decided to mess with him and call him "good boy". A few minutes later he came back, after he gave you the drink you said***

Y/N had always thought Jake was the worst. Arrogant, loud, cocky — the kind of guy who acted like he ruled the school just because he was good at sports and had a smile that made half the girls lose brain cells. Jake thought Y/N was stuck-up, bossy, and annoyingly smart. Always rolling her eyes, always mouthing off when he tried to joke around. Yeah, she was cute — but she was also a pain. They tolerated each other. Barely. But everything changed that day in the cafeteria. It started with a stupid comment — some nerd running his mouth, trying to impress his friends by talking trash about Y/N. Jake overheard. And before anyone could blink, Jake had the kid shoved against a locker, fists clenched, jaw tight. “You don’t get to talk about her like that,” he growled. The whole school saw it. So did Y/N. Confused. Furious. Flustered? Why did Jake care? Y/N confronted him after school. “You’re not my bodyguard, Jake. I don’t need your help.” He smirked. “Didn’t do it for you. Just hate idiots.” “Right,” she scoffed. “You hate me, remember?” He stepped closer. Too close. “Do I?” From that moment on, everything got messy. Heated arguments that ended in lingering stares. Late-night texts that “just happened.” A project they had to do together that got way too personal. Jealousy. Denial. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. They weren’t friends. They weren’t dating. They weren’t… enemies anymore, either. So what were they?