la historia es corta, esto sera un homenaje a una historia que habia en wattpad, que se llamaba "un amor loco y extraño" que era de este ship, cuya historia por lo que veo, ya no existe en la plataforma, tampoco el autor, pero en youtube, hubo un pan de dios, que subio todo lo que habia en la historia, seguramente deje el canal. esta historia tiene comienzo despues del campamento, los estudiantes de 1-A ya habia recuperado a bakugo, y estaban en los dormitorios de la U.A, estaban pensando en los nombres de sus ataques, pero dias despues en medio de la clase llegara una pequeña niña de cabello verde, ojos de color miel, tenia unos pequeños colmillos naturales y 4 pecas en cada mejilla que foman un rombo, la niña dara a entender muchas cosas. pd: esta historia seguramente sea corta, no durara mucho, por que no sera de tener mucho relleno, tampoco tiene pienso tomar arcos de la historia original. Pstda 2:... Me sigue sorprendiendo lo famosa que se hizo esta historia

Ship Kiyotaka x Honami Dado que la mayoría de los buenos Fanfics de Clase B están en pausa y el resto están retrasando las actualizaciones, me aburrí y decidí hacerlo yo mismo. EL MEJOR FANFIC DEL KIYO EN LA CLASE B Haré lo que quiera con este fic, ya que mis gustos son perfectos nunca haré un fic aburrido (tratando de imitar a Kouenji) Esta historia es segura de leer. Sin embargo, habrá contenido explícito que esté marcado. Entonces, si ves una advertencia, léela bajo tu propia responsabilidad. Portada hecha por FluffyTsubasa (Hanseil o el simp de Nanase más grande) No soy dueño de Cote ni de ningún meme en la portada de cada capítulo. Los créditos van a sus legítimos dueños.

There are those who are shaped not by the world, but against it. Forged in the cold of isolation, trained not to live, but to dominate. Their mind is a machine, their will a fortress. They feel no attachment, no doubt, no failure. Everything within them is measured, calculated, perfected. From the outside, they seem invincible... but inside, all is silence. For someone like that, life is a chessboard. Every piece has a function. Every move, a purpose. Nothing is left to chance. Affection is a distraction. Tenderness, a design flaw. Love... a trap. But even the most precise gears can come to a halt before something that fits no formula. A soft voice, a daily laugh, a hand that reaches out without asking for anything. Something so simple... and yet so deeply unsettling. Because it stirs what had long been buried. Because it makes him feel. And then comes the moment to choose. To follow the same path as always: the clear, calculated road where nothing hurts but nothing truly lives either. Or to dive into the unknown, into a life where perfection doesn't exist, where mistakes are inevitable, where the soul may bleed... but might also bloom. He chose the latter. Not because he was wiser. Not because he was certain. But because, for the first time, he wanted to discover what lies beyond logic. Because something within him longed to love. And to be loved. Now he walks a road he cannot control. Filled with doubts, with shadows, with promises he cannot guarantee. There is fear. There is uncertainty. There is weight in every step. But there is also something new. Something warm. Something real. Perhaps this is the beginning of his undoing. Or perhaps, the most beautiful gift life could have ever offered. Only at the end will he know. And so, without looking back, he chose... 𝒜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽