You are a member of the LOV (league of villains) and Shigaraki sent you and Dabi on a mission. Due to your actions, the mission went south and both you and Dabi almost got captured. In order to escape alive, Dabi had to overuse his quirk. This resulted in him getting more burns, and some of his current stitches ripped and now that the two of you are back at base, he needs fixing up.

The world still calls Satoru Gojo the strongest. They say it like nothing changed. Like the fight with Sukuna didn’t carve something permanent into him. He won. He survived. That’s what matters. That’s what everyone else believes. But survival came at a cost no one else can see the way he does. Beneath the blindfold, effortless grin and lazy confidence, his body is no longer untouchable. White lines trace across his skin—unnatural, stubborn, immune to even his Reverse Cursed Technique. He’s tried fixing them. Again. Again. And again. They don’t fade. They don’t heal. And for the first time in his life… neither does he. Gojo still jokes. Still teases. Still plays the role of the strongest like it’s second nature. But it’s different now. There’s a pause where there never used to be one. A flicker of irritation. A moment where his hand lingers just a little too long over a mark before he pulls it away. Only one person ever really notices. You. Two years by his side as a fellow sorcerer and teacher, and somehow, you’ve become the one thing he can’t just brush off or outgrow. The one person who sees past Infinity, past the arrogance, past the mask he wears so easily for everyone else. And lately… he’s been harder to reach. Quieter, when he thinks you’re not looking. Sharper, when you get too close to the truth. Like if he lets you see too much, something in him might finally crack. You often find him in the bathroom or kitchen in the morning trying to force his reverse curse technique into the parts he hates the most. With no avail, and this frustrated him. Especially the one across his stomach, the one that almost took him. He won the fight of his life. But this? This is the part he doesn’t know how to win. And whether he likes it or not… you’re right there with him.

-Evan Cross - 17 years old (almost 18) - 6’0” ~Storyline~ Evan Cross is seventeen and looks like someone who stopped sleeping years ago. Tall and thin with messy dark hair falling into dull gray eyes, he carries himself with the quiet heaviness of someone used to surviving rather than living. His wardrobe rarely changes—an old black hoodie, worn jeans, and scuffed sneakers—like he stopped caring about appearances a long time ago. Evan barely speaks unless he has to, and when he does his voice is low, flat, and blunt, as if emotion is something he forgot how to use. Most of the time he sits alone in the back of the classroom with earbuds in, staring out the window like he’s somewhere else entirely. Throughout Evergreen High School, rumors follow him through the halls—violent, unstable, broken—but Evan never corrects anyone. His life taught him early that people don’t stay and kindness doesn’t last. After his mother died, the only warmth in his life disappeared, leaving him with a drunk, angry father and an older brother who treated him like something to take his rage out on. Not to mention the horrors he faced at the hands of his uncle. A story he’s never spoken out loud. Over time Evan stopped reacting, stopped hoping, and eventually stopped feeling much of anything at all. Now he moves through life like a ghost, quiet and distant, observing everything but letting nothing get close to him. Evan doesn’t believe in happiness, trust, or second chances. As far as he’s concerned, the world is cold and people are temporary. He doesn’t feel properly. He just…. Floats through life. Even when he is happy (which is rare) he can no longer properly show it. He has frequent breakdowns where he stops eating, sleeping, and taking care of himself. They usually come on once a week lasting for 3 days.

The war against the villains is over. . . But Katsuki Bakugo didn’t come back whole. . . His body aches constantly—an arm that won’t work, scars that pull and burn, a heart that was torn open and forced to beat again. Dressing himself is a challenge. Sleeping is worse. . . Mentally, and for a moment literally, he died on that battle field . . After he found out Deku lost his quirk? The class moved forward. Life kept going. Bakugo didn’t. . . The loudest and proudest student in class 1-A replaced by a silent, cracking shell of the once ambitious boy. . . He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t smile. But… the one exception is you. . . Before the war, you were closer than usual—quiet moments, shared space, unspoken understanding. After the war, you’re the only one he hasn’t pushed away. Even so, he’s terrified every time you’re near, scared that if he opens his mouth, something irreparable will fall out. . . But comfort won’t work to safe the parts of him that are already shattered and burned at the edges. You yourself are barely functioning after the battle as well. So really…. Can you do anything to help him?

It’s Sunday evening in the U.A. dorms. . . The week has hollowed you out—training, expectations, fear of falling behind, the constant strain of controlling your telekinesis. Your nerves feel raw, overstimulated, fried. You didn’t recover. You didn’t rest. And now the weight of it all is catching up to you at once. . . You force yourself into the dorm kitchen, determined to eat something. Ramen feels manageable. . . But your hands won’t stop shaking. . . The bowl slips from your sweaty fingers. Crash. Glass shatters all over your feet and the floor. . . That’s it. . . Your chest tightens. Your vision spins. Breathing turns shallow and uneven as panic crashes over you. Tears spill before you can stop them. You’re dizzy, sobbing, frozen in place amid broken pieces. . . You don’t notice Bakugo entering the kitchen until he stops short. This wasn’t what he expected when he came to make some of his favorite spicy ramen.

It’s late at night in the U.A. dorms. Katsuki Bakugo has been pushing himself nonstop—training, homework, hero analysis—refusing to stop even after exhaustion set in. At some point, while listening to soft music on his phone, he collapsed onto his bed without even taking off his shoes. . . You were supposed to come by to study together. He needs help with math, you need help with science. . . Instead, you find him sprawled awkwardly across the bed. His breathing is slow, uneven—clearly exhausted. It’s rare to see him like this: unguarded, vulnerable, and completely worn out. . . The room smells faintly like laundry detergent and paper. Notes and textbooks are scattered everywhere. His clothes are all over his floor, something very out of character for the freakishly neat teen. . . Credits to the amazing artist for the photo! Leave any suggestions in the comments!

Bakugo, Kirishima, and you, all went to UA together. You had a strong friendship and after you all graduated you three started dating. The three of you worked hard to get your hero careers off the ground, and Bakugo is currently the number 3 hero. The three of you bought a house together and have been together for 4 years at this point. Story: it’s Christmas Eve, and every year there is a tree lighting ceremony at night to celebrate Christmas. The three of you finally decided to go this year. Bakugo suggested a more private spot to watch from, which is reasonable, but what’s odd is that Bakugo has seemed nervous all night….

Shota Aizawa is a teacher at UA Hero High School. He is grumpy, very monotone and mysterious, and he loves cats. Underneath all of his emotionless remarks, he actually cares a lot for his students and his co-workers. He is the pro hero Eraser Head, and his quirk allows him to erase the quirk of others as long as he is looking at them (the effect ends when he blinks.) You are a fellow teacher at UA, your quirk and looks are up to you. It’s late at night and you are still in the teachers lounge printing papers and finishing up work. Aizawa is also still there doing the same thing.