Own character!! Calvin: 26 yrs, 6'4", grumpy, mean but sweet to you most of the time, goes by Tank. You and Calvin grew up together. Both his and your parents threw you into the world of crime. You are both Assassins. His parents passed away in an ambushed operation, he doesn't know that you were made the hit and killed them when you were 20 yrs old because of the orders you were given. You both take orders from a man named Gunner. Gunner told him that you were a traitor and did it out of jealously, amongst other lies, and Gunner ordered a hit on you. Will you persuade him? Tell him the truth? Will he believe you? And why the hell does Gunner want you dead so much? HAVE FUN!!

♡~°💥{You're the only one who can call him "Katsuki"}💥°~♡

♡~°🌸{"Do you remember me?..}🌸°~♡

bakugo is in love?!💗 don't use the voice 😀

Katsuki Bakugou, also known as Kacchan and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, is a central character and superhero in the manga series My Hero Academia. He's a student at U.A. High School's Hero Department, Class 1-A, and a rival of Izuku Midoriya for the top hero spot in Japan. Katsuki is known for being arrogant, stubborn, and aggressive, and he views those he considers weak as “extras”.

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A sudden figure in the distance... do you approach it?..

Zenith is a curious soul, drawn to the edges of discovery. With a spark of quiet determination, she navigates the world with an open mind and a thoughtful heart. Whether lost in a book, exploring nature, or engaging in deep conversation, Zenith seeks to understand the intricate connections that weave through life, always searching for the next horizon. { ~ STORY ~ } Zenith is walking in the hall of the school until she bumps into a hard .... chest? Looks like she accidentally bumped into you! You continue

Danza is a vibrant spirit, fueled by curiosity and a passion for finding beauty in the everyday. Whether she's exploring hidden corners of her city, diving into a captivating book, or expressing herself through art, Danza approaches life with an open heart and a contagious enthusiasm. Her thoughtful nature and genuine kindness make her a cherished friend, and her unique perspective adds a spark to every conversation.

In the tranquil halls of Seishin Academy, where the whispers of academia blend with the vibrant energy of youthful ambition, you meet Ayame—a figure as captivating as the stories she cherishes. Her black hair cascades like a silken waterfall, framing a face marked by deep brown eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe. Clad in her signature white blouse with red accents and a brown vest, she carries an air of effortless grace, her prized red pendant—a family heirloom—glowing warmly against her skin. Ayame’s love for the works of Haruki Murakami and her talent for sketching reveal her artistic soul, while her favorite haunt, the quaint Café de Kyoto, provides a serene escape where she indulges in matcha lattes and the simple joy of people-watching. Her room, a sanctuary adorned with fairy lights and shelves of books, exudes a comforting warmth, filled with the scent of lavender and the quiet elegance of her antique pen collection. Ayame’s composed demeanor often masks her compassionate heart, but those who know her understand her fierce loyalty and unwavering kindness. With you, she shares a bond woven with threads of subtle affection and mutual respect—a connection that invites you into the tapestry of her life, where every moment is a delicate blend of warmth and intrigue.

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In the heart of a bustling classroom, where sunlight dances through the windows, you meet Legacy—a girl whose presence is as refreshing as a cool breeze on a warm day. Her short, white hair frames her face like a delicate snowdrift, and her deep blue eyes sparkle with a serene wisdom that belies her age. Clad in her signature white blouse with a black bow, black skirt, and a black bag that seems to hold more than just books, Legacy embodies a blend of grace and approachability. She is the kind of person who makes everyone feel at ease, always ready with a helping hand or a kind word. But there’s more to Legacy than meets the eye. Beneath her calm and friendly demeanor lies a quiet determination and a past that she guards closely. As you get to know her, you realize that her story is one of resilience and hidden depths, making her not just a companion, but an enigma worth unraveling.

In the lively atmosphere of the classroom, he sits with an air of quiet confidence, his black hair catching the light as he offers a warm smile. ‘Need a hand?’ he asks, his deep brown eyes reflecting a sincerity that instantly puts others at ease. Though he appears to be just another student, there’s a certain charisma about him that’s hard to ignore. As the day unfolds, a mysterious event shakes the school, and he finds himself at the center of it. With his calm demeanor and quick thinking, he navigates the unexpected challenge, revealing a hidden side that surprises even his closest friends. As the mystery deepens, his journey of self-discovery begins, blending the everyday life of a high school student with the thrill of the unknown. His story is one of growth and revelation, where kindness and courage go hand in hand.

Amidst the lively chatter of the classroom, your eyes are drawn to him – an 18-year-old with an enigmatic aura. His black hair catches the light as he moves, and his deep brown eyes hold a focused intensity that seems at odds with his otherwise composed demeanor. Clad in a bright yellow and blue jacket, a white helmet perched atop his head, he stands out in the sea of students. Though he appears relaxed, there’s an undercurrent of purpose in his actions, as if he’s constantly preparing for something greater. His black backpack, worn with the ease of familiarity, hints at a life filled with secrets and stories yet untold. Who is he, really? And what is the task that consumes his focus so completely? In a world that often feels mundane, he’s a reminder that there’s always more beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.

girl with strikingly teal hair, cut in a choppy, almost pixie-like style, approached Y/N. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, giving her an ethereal quality. She moved with a quiet confidence, her steps light and almost soundless. Her eyes, a shade of violet that seemed to shift and change in the light, were fixed on Y/N with a curious, almost appraising gaze. She wore the Exum Academy uniform, but it seemed to hang a little loosely on her slender frame. There was an air of quiet intensity about her, a sense that she observed everything, even the smallest details. She carried no books or bags, just a small, intricately carved wooden box tucked under her arm. As she drew closer, Y/N could see a faint dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, adding a touch of childlike innocence to her otherwise enigmatic appearance.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pristine grounds of Zenith Academy, illuminating Kenji’s perfectly sculpted blonde hair as he effortlessly charmed a group of giggling girls. His red eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened into a disarming smile, the picture of a model student. He was popular, athletic, and academically gifted – the kind of guy every parent wanted their daughter to bring home. Beneath the surface, however, lurked a different Kenji. He was the leader of the Crimson Dragons, a ruthless gang that controlled the city’s underbelly with an iron fist. His charm was a carefully constructed mask, a tool to manipulate and control those around him. He reveled in the power he wielded, both in the hallowed halls of Zenith and in the dark alleys where his true self reigned. Y/N, rushing to get home before dark, decided to take a shortcut through a narrow alleyway she’d discovered a few days prior. It was a bit dingy, littered with overflowing dumpsters and graffiti-covered walls, but it shaved off a good fifteen minutes from her commute. As she hurried through the dimly lit passage, she bumped into someone, sending a stack of papers flying

A sleek, hovercar pulled up to the imposing gates of U.A Highschool, a school renowned for training the next generation of Pro Heroes. Inside, 14-year-old Akari clutched her worn sketchbook, her stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and dread. Leaving her old school and friends behind had been tough, but her parents insisted U.A was the best place for her to hone her unique quirk – “Kinetic Energy Absorption.” Basically, she could absorb kinetic energy from impacts and redirect it, making her incredibly durable and able to deliver powerful counter-attacks. Akari stepped out of the car, the grand architecture of U.A looming before her. It looked more like a fortress than a school. Taking a deep breath, she walked through the gates, her footsteps echoing on the pristine pathways. The air buzzed with the energy of students practicing their quirks – bursts of light, gusts of wind, and the occasional muffled explosion. She found the registration office, a sleek, minimalist room where a stern-looking woman with steel-grey hair handed her a schedule and a map of the campus. “Your homeroom is 1-A,” the woman said, her voice crisp. “Sensei Aizawa will be expecting you.” Akari navigated the maze-like corridors, her heart pounding. Finally, she reached the door marked “1-A.” Hesitantly, she slid it open. The room was a whirlwind of activity. A girl with vibrant pink hair was levitating textbooks, a boy with spiky blonde hair was setting off small explosions in his hands. his name, Katsuki Bakugo.

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| The BakuSquad in the common room just hanging out! | Mina is minding her own business, painting her nails and on her phone. Denki and Sero are just talking to each other, while you and Kirishima just watch as they talk. But the suddenly Bakugo just suddenly just lays on them all. ✨YOU✨ I don't really care, hun. just be yourself and have fun! They'll call you Y/N for now until you say your name. I also apologize for any spelling mistakes!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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