Midoriya Izuku (sorry, he's reeealy OOC):

You sat on a swing, gently swaying your feet back and forth, not trying to pick up speed or height, but not trying to stop it either. You hummed a quiet tune as you breathed in the smell of a summer afternoon.

All of a sudden, the chains of you swing were grabbed, ceasing the slow movements of your swing.

"Well well well, look what we have here girls. Its the quirkless screw-up. Now isn't that interesting?" You turned your head at the sound of the all too familiar voice. Behind you stood a girl wearing about 5,000 dollars worth of designer clothing with her perfectly manicured hands wrapped around the chains of your swing. Her fiery, curled locks swayed gently in the breeze that seemed a lot less sweet and gentle now. Behind her stood two girls each wearing a copy cat outfit of the red-head (although you could tell theirs were no where near as expensive and classy). The two girls behind her laughed before one with short black straight hair spoke up in a snarky tone.

"But why, Lori, is that so interesting?" She had practically dumped a bucket of rhetorical tone on that sentence, as it was too clear that she knew what was about to happen.

"Well, Leighton, " she looked at the long blonde one that had proved silent thus far, "Farrah, " she cocked her head towards the one with the black hair and bad attitude, " isn't it obvious? I believe that is my swing. We're going to have to do something about this, now aren't we?" She finished with a devilish grin and malice in her eyes. You shuddered and jumped off the swing.

"P-please. I don't w-want any tr-trouble. I'll leave, j-just don't hurt m-me!" You replied frantically, all the while backing away. She grabbed you by the hair and shoved you down on the ground. Farrah and Leighton walked over to help Lori form a triangle around you.

"Oh, leaving so soon? You only just go here though!" Lori giggled with enmity lacing her voice. You were on the verge of tears.

"Hey! Stop it!" A boy with curly black hair and freckles hurriedly ran over. He nudged Lori away and reached a hand out to you. You hesitantly accepted and pulled yourself up with his help. "That's not cool. Just move along and mind your own business instead of bothering other people." Lori scoffed with a "whatever" and sashayed away with Farrah and Leighton following suit.

"Hey are you okay?" The kind boy asked you. You couldn't help but notice that he doesn't look much older or younger than you. You simply nodded your head a tad bit.

"My name is Midoriya Izuku. My friends call me Deku. What's your name?" He asked with a small smile.

"Th-thank you for saving me. M-my name is (y/n)." You frantically​ stuttered out. He softly chuckled.

"Well, (y/n), I hope we can meet again." All you did was nod as he ran off in the direction he had initially come from.

Bakugou Katsuki (Well let's get this train wreck over with):

"FRICK!" you jolted out of bed at the sudden sound of your mothers shouting.

"You're going to be late to the convention!" She shouted from downstairs. You quickly got up and began to put on a simple outfit so that its easy to change into cosplay at the convention. You packed the aforementioned costume into a small suitcase, threw on some shoes and bolted down the stairs at lightning speed, grabbing the toast your mom had set out for you on your way out the door.

You bolted down the street,narrowly avoiding passerbys as you struggled to get to the convention that you saved up so much money for and spent so many nights preparing a good display for...so many nights. You took a sharp turn at a corner and suddenly...

CRASH!

You had run face first into a boy with blonde hair and narrowed eyes.

"Hey, watch where you're going next time!" He shouted, clearly pissed at your lack of observation on your surroundings. You, however, payed no mind to his words.

"I'm talking to you! At least apologize or something!" His voice had risen in volume, alerting nearby people. But, still, his words fell on deaf ears. You were, after all, too busy trying to comprehend what was displayed in front of you.

Your cosplay contained a staff, a very small one, mind you. But a small one that had, nevertheless, taken the most time, since it was hand whittled and carved As you two crashed into each other, the suitcase containing your cosplay, the cosplay you had spent countless hours trying to perfect, had bursted open, leaving all of the pieces on display, right there on the side walk. As you two fell, the boy's foot had fallen on your staff, the handmade staff, the hardest part of your costume to perfect, and had snapped it in two. Many other pieces had been destroyed due to the oblivious, bustling crowd of people that had walked past the two of you, stepping on the garments.

"Me...? Apologize...to you?" You said quietly with a dark aura slowly growing around you as you clutched the two broken pieces of your staff. "But...whatever for? After all..." You let out a dark chuckle, " I'm not the one who broke something that took SIX FUCKING HOURS TO MAKE!!!" You released your anger there at the end, your eyes blazing with absolute loathing and despise. His eyes widened for a split second before returning to the same angered glare he had before.

You began tossing the destroyed prices of the costume you had spent so long on back into the suitcase, muttering profanity under your breath. "Hey! You're the one who bumped into me! If anything, I should be mad at you, not the other way around!" He shouted like you were the one at fault.

You clenched your fists, blood level rising as you stood from your position on the ground. "So... according to you, I'm the one at fault?" You clenched your fist harder. You could feel them heating up. "I'm the one at fault because I was in a hurry?" You could feel small flames spilling out of your tightly clenched fist. "Well...clearly there's been some kind of...misunderstanding here..." Embers were flying around you, mixing in with the smoke being expelled from your tightly clenched hands. The boy seemed confused and concerned. ("Because last I checked... You are the one... Who BROKE ALL OF MY HARD WORK!!!" The palms of your hands erupted in a white-hot fire as you unleashed your anger upon the startled boy. You harshly scoffed and turned away.

"Tch. Piece of worthless garbage." You muttered as you stormed off to your house to retrieve an older display from another time. There's always next time.

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Todoroki Shouto:

You sighed in frustration as the maid tightened the corset even more, making it hard to breath. You were being dressed to meet the suitors your mother had sought out to marry you. You would have to decide which to marry, as that marriage would create a bond between the families to prevent future conflict. There were three of them, you believe.

"Lady (y/n)? Is that tight enough?" The kind maid inquired. You only nodded in response, allowing her to finish dressing you, and pull you over to the vanity where she did your hair and applied makeup that would comment your dress. You were the daughter of the (l/n)s, a high class, rich, royal family well known to most.

"(Y/n)! Darling, are you ready? The suitors are almost here!" My mother was a very soft spoken woman. She was barely noticed as she popped her head in. The maid merely nodded and faced me towards my mother who stood in shock at my newly reconfigured appearance. "Oh you look so beautiful! Come now, to the throne room, your father is waiting." She exclaimed as she grasped my hand and lightly tugged me out of my room towards the throne room.

Upon entering, you were ushered to a small, elegant throne next to your mother's. You sat in it gently, trying not to fall over the excessive amounts of fabric draped over you. The royal announcer entered, bowing deeply, and stated the arrival of the first suitor.

A man, looking a bit older than you, waltzed in, dressed in an outfit that looked straight out of a Disney movie. He, too bowed, his fluffy blonde hair flowing with his every movement.

"Good afternoon. I am prince Dreven Depraysie of Edandaf. I would deeply appreciate the honor of marrying your daughter. Although, if it isn't too much trouble, I wish to know her better. I'd also like to give her the chance to know me better." He finished and stared expectantly at your father's stony gaze.

"Dario. When is the next suitor expected to arrive?" He spoke sternly, shifting his stare to the royal announcer who replied with a stuttered answer of "three days, my king."

And so you spent the next day with 'Prince Dreven'. And needless to say, you didn't like him. He seemed to worship the very ground you walk on. He was too clingy and his personality was rather bland as well. Another sort of date was arranged for the second prince to arrive, Prince Zelgius Caligari of Iregerith, who gave off the impression that he would use you. He treated you like a peasant on you outing, whose to say he wouldn't do the same if you were to be wedded?

And finally the day came. You were seated in your throne once more, dreading the coming event, fearing it would be the same as the previous two. The announcer followed the same routine, divulging the royal family on the current situation. And in he walked, a man, or rather boy seeing as he was much closer to your age than the previous princes, with an appearance you would not expect a man of nobility to bear.

His hair displayed two separate colors- red and white. His eyes, too, were two different colors with his right eye being black and his left being green. The area around his green eye had a really bad scar. He wore the same expression as you previously did, a look of indifference. Almost like he didn't care about being there. You were shocked. This was an interesting turn of events. He spoke thus:

"I am prince Todoroki Shouto from the kingdom of Musutafu. (I will not request an afternoon with your daughter, but rather leave that choice to her. Is that acceptable?" He spoke in a rather cold tone, hovering just above coming across as rude. Your father gave a short yes before Shouto (replied, "Then I shall take my leave. Feel free to contact me if necessary."

And with that, he had walked out of the throne room, leaving you with your parents and your thoughts. And the truth was, he's the only one, out of your three suitors, who you actually want to spend a day with. He seems interesting.

Kaminari Denki:

You deeply sighed as you continued drying a glass at around 10:00. The bar you worked in smelled like alcohol (well no shit) and depression. You were a high school student and you were in desperate need of money. You had a few inside sources so you managed to land yourself a job at this bar, despite being underage. You were really lonely right now. You didn't feel like striking up conversation with any of the patrons around you because they were all either drunk or trying to get laid. You put the glass away as you heard someone call out for a bartender from behind you.

You turned around and immediately spotted a person who wasn't there before, the person who'd called out to you. How could you not?! He had blonde hair with black lightning shaped streaks and gold eyes that stared right at you as you walked over to him, the cursed heels that you wore clicking with every step. Now that you're closer to him he looks... Your age... Underage.

"Could I get a light beer?" ( He said it so calmly, almost like he thought you wouldn't catch him.

"I'm sorry, sir. Could I see some ID?" You said with full confidence, internally laughing at the 'oh shit' face that he was making.

"Err... Umm... W-wait! What about you!? You don't look any older than me!" You rolled your eyes and threw out the same excuse that you always use.

"Do you really think they would've hired me if I was underage? Now either prove that you are of age, which I doubt, or leave." You told him, staring him dead in the eyes to show that you were serious.

"Okay, okay. You caught me. I'm not 21, so you aren't allowed to serve me. But can I at least sit here and talk with you? Or at least admire your beauty from afar?~" he ended in a flirty tone. You sighed and looked around the bar. It was surprisingly empty, compared to other days. You sighed once more and shrugged.

"Ah, what the hell. Its been a slow day and I've been lonely." And so you started talking the night away with a boy your age who you discovered is named 'Denki' when you should have been kicking him out.

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Kirishima Eijirou:

(When you were like... 6 years old)

You sat alone in the back of the playground. You had just moved here and you're already a loner. "It'll be fine" your mom said "you'll make plenty of friends" you said.

But she probably meant that you'd make plenty of friends as long as you don't scare them all away.

You had only recently gotten your quirk so you occasionally use it unintentionally. That wouldn't be such a problem if your quirk didn't let you turn things that you touch into a nearly impenetrable crystal at the cost of some energy. But, of course, that is precisely what it does. I guess when you handed your paper to the boy in front of you, so that it could be turned in, your paper was suddenly solidified as well as one of his fingers. You offered to undo it and frantically apologized when it happened but he was already being rushed out the door to the nurse. It scared your classmates and landed you a spot in timeout for injuring another student. Such is life....