(y/n) is a kid with a fiery temper and an equally fiery Quirk. After getting expelled from a hero academy in America, (y/n) is sent to UA high. There he meets someone he never wanted to see again. A new school, a new country, and an entirely new life. How will it shape up? Will (y/n) overcome the burdens of the past? Or will they consume him? This story is... Meh... Read it if you like but it's definitely not my best work. I'm working on a rewrite and it's gonna be a heck of a lot better.

Everything he has ever wanted, power, his sister, money yet lonely his heart is. The Conductist and the puppeteer the Overlords of the fashion district. The feared twins, the masters of manipulation and death. Who since the 60's run the world of fashion in hell. Skilled, in sync, quick, and trained perfect duo unmatched when together. (Y/n) the Puppeteer, able to make life from wood and string, do his dirty work for him. To take over the free will of a demon with his mastery of manipulation with just a few words. (S/n) the Conductist, able to destroy and dismantle artificial life in the snap of her fingers. To make those under her control or those less than her more powerful with only a word for a few moments.

While attending Monty for Some Golf, he requests for you to stay "after hours" for a special request from you... (NSFW DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO)

There's a curfew, a certain time at night that protects us. The dangers that lurks at night will be the cause of our deaths. There's this gang that does nothing but kill. And I have to tell you a story that involves their Leader....

Everyone was Gone. They were Either D E A D or R A N A W A Y. You stood in front of the school, looking around desperately for any signs of another person. You finally excepted that there was no one left. "I have to get out of here! What am I doing standing around?!" You frantically scolded yourself. You started to run, your E/C eyes filled with tears. You suddenly heard footsteps from behind you, and turned around. There stood your Biology Teacher Mr. Hirota. He was holding a sharp kitchen knife, and his head was Twitching Violently. "Mr. Hirota..? Is that you..?" You called out, wanting to make sure. "Sweetie, It IS me...! Do you like my Gift..? Now we can be with each other... No One can judge us... And more importantly, no one can take you from me." [I own NONE of these pictures. All credits for the images belong to original creators. Cover made by @CamsterHale!]