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Name: [ f/n ] [ l/n ] Class: Villain Quirk: Blood Magic/Manipulation The user has the inherent power in their blood to manipulate and/or fuel spell-casting. Blood Magic was a kind of magic based on the employment of blood which is an important component in many rituals, spells and other aspects of the supernatural world. Was this going to be your destiny? Was this the right way of helping people..? Was this your true purpose..? You looked down at your gloved hands before removing them to reveal your battered looking skin. Shedding away your provided jacket, your arms had been revealed with fully bandaged arms with blots of blood visible. Lo

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi. i. enraptured The first time he noticed you was when you had laughed over the mistake in your order. It was only his first couple of weeks on the job, and it was his first time serving a group of customers instead of a single customer. But he hadn't expected to have completely mistaken your order and give you something entirely different from what you had asked for.

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi.Your face was a perfect example of confusion as you opened your dorm room, only to find a bouquet of gardenias sitting on your desk. You glanced around the hallway, but you knew no one would prank you, you're on the 5th floor. Who has the time to actually climb all those stairs anyways? And seriously, you'd get caught if you did this right before I got back but... Yo

In the few hours before nightfall, a youthful blond makes his way home after an eventful autumn day at school. His teeth grind as he plays the scene in his head, his vexation grows as thoughts of what he should have done cloud his mind. Clicking his tongue, he kicks a can towards the setting sun and takes his usual shortcut through the park, the crisp fallen leaves crunch beneath his feet. He sulks further into himself and huffs into his muffler, shoulders raised and hands shoved deep into his uniform's pockets. "Katsuki!" a voice shrieks with all its might. Bakugou stops in his tracks, turning around to find a teary eyed girl in a differen

trigger warnings: hitoshi uses his quirk w/o consent but just for a minor thing nothin bad, large amounts of fluff “Touch has a memory.” —John Keats He had lost. The match was over. Midoriya Izuku had beat him. Despite the encouragement from his peers and the pro-heroes watching from above, Hitoshi couldn't help the squeeze of disappointment in his throat and chest and heart as he exited the arenas' battlegrounds. Through the dual-set doors, Hitoshi grit his jagged teeth and focused his sullen stare on the ground, ignoring any and all comments aimed at him. One heavy foot fell after another in his walk of shame, the ba