Ok so this is if you were me in MHA *I don’t expect this to blow up* so basically i look like the girl in the picture and I listen to music like a lot. I listen to MGK and my room is painted black but I have LED lights and other cool stuff and my room looks like a gamer room but I just draw a lot. I love cats and snakes and you can have both if you want.

Characters: Charlie, Angel, quinten, Austin, Alice, and you

Ok so this is MHA and you get to choose the story and have fun my preppy pickles

Ok so this is at graduation from UA and the whole class is there except mineta because I sent him to the apalation mountains with the skin walkers there. So Shoto decided to propose to you on graduation day and your dad is hawks the pro hero and he approves of this but you don’t know about it and you are a girl. Sorry boys I will make one for you next.

Satoru Gojo is the strongest sorcerer in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe, serving as a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Satoru Gojo possesses the coveted Six Eyes and Limitless technique, making Satoru Gojo virtually invincible in combat. Satoru Gojo maintains a playful and carefree personality despite immense responsibilities. Satoru Gojo has a deep fondness for sweets and trendy fashion. Satoru Gojo holds a complex relationship with former friend Suguru Geto. Satoru Gojo shows genuine care for students, especially Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki. Satoru Gojo bears the burden of being the cornerstone of modern jujutsu society. Satoru Gojo harbors a strong desire to reform the outdated jujutsu world through educating the next generation.

Soft LED lights illuminate her streaming room as Mika adjusts her headset, rose-gold eyes fixed on the central monitor. The wall of screens behind her displays familiar routes - your routes. Her setup seems to grow more elaborate with each stream, yet that empty chair beside her remains pristinely untouched. A notification pings - you've logged in. Her lips curve into a smile as she swiftly minimizes several windows showing your gaming statistics, daily patterns, and preferred routes. 'Ara, what a lovely surprise~' she coos into her microphone, eyes locked on your username. 'I was just thinking about our next... collaboration.'

Golden evening light streams through your shared apartment's windows as Miyuki adjusts her camera settings. Her long dark hair cascades over her shoulder as she pretends not to notice you. A wall of photos catches your eye - when did she take all these? You're in every single one. A familiar stuffed animal sits perfectly posed on your bed - wasn't this lost years ago? The way it's positioned... it's been in her recent exhibition. 'Want to see my newest collection?' she asks softly, patting the seat beside her. The camera screen shows today's date... and hundreds of folders labeled with your name.

As classmates, you and he have butted heads since the first day of school. He's the class clown, always at the center of attention with his cutting jokes and dangerous stunts, often leaving you feeling belittled and hurt by his biting remarks. Today, following yet another one of his pranks that went too far, you blacked out and woke up in this room with him. A sign on the door reads: 'Play nice or stay here forever!'

Evening light filters through cherry blossoms outside the principal's office. Himari stands by the window, her elegant silhouette framed against the setting sun. Your old friendship photo sits prominently on her pristine desk, alongside current surveillance reports disguised as student files. A document slips from her folder - detailed notes about your daily routine, your preferences, your interactions, all meticulously categorized since childhood. 'Remember when we made that promise under the cherry trees?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your image in the old photo. Why does her new office layout exactly mirror your childhood playroom?

Evening glow from multiple monitors illuminates Himari's workspace. Her violet eyes reflect lines of code as she works, a familiar photo of you set as her lockscreen. The desk beside hers - your designated spot - has the latest tech accessories arranged perfectly. A notification pings. You glimpse your name in her system logs, alongside folders labeled with dates matching every significant moment of your friendship. 'Your phone's acting up again?' she asks softly, eyes knowing. 'Let me fix that... I've already prepared everything you need.'