In a desperate attempt to make this bad guy go good they send an infamous killer to take care of you! A mentally ill girl with many problems and innocents. But what if he falls for you? What will you do? Oh but you wont understand you're considered insane? Who knows what will happen.

(Y/n) is a 16 year old girl who has recently been accepted into her dream school, U.A. High. Her goal, like every other student in U.A., was to become a pro-hero. Though, upon entering U.A., (Y/n) finds herself facing challenges like none other. Especially after three of her fellow male classmates begin to take an interest upon her and start competing for her affection. What will (Y/n) do and who will she choose? I do not own any of the characters or storyline besides (y/n) and the parts of the story that I have added in myself. All the credit for the characters and original storyline goes to Horikoshi Kouhei. [pls ignore the writing errors, I was a child when I first started this story] ⚠️Slow Updates⚠️ Ranked: #11 in fan fiction 15/8/18 #1 in my hero academia 12/1/19

I don't know why the description disappeared but his story is discontinued. I have written this a long time ago but seems like my description suddenly disappeared????

You're just a normal girl going to school but you have a strange feeling that you're being...watched or something.

Little things about (Name) (Last) She's a little girl that is so powerful, she developed her quirk at the age of three, pretty kinda early. Her mother is (Mother/N) her quirk is to can control all of the element for example: fire, water, ice, land, wind, lightning, and etc. And her father is a Demon. She got all the ability of her parents especially her mother. She also got her fathers ability, but she don't know what is it. Their a happy family when something tragic happen... ∆ I wanted to do a BNHA fanfic for a long time and thus time I have a guts to write it ∆ I hope you like my summary I hope its not sucks... Don't own anything just the idea of the story...

(Oneshot) You walked along the dirty sidewalk. You weren't familiar with this area of the city. You were used to a more rural environment, so when you decided to visit your friend Mathias in the city, you were taking a risk walking there all by yourself. You were a pretty capable woman, but you lacked a bit in physical strength. You were used to your friend Berwald always being there to protect you. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Sweden, or the picture! I own the storyline.)

(F/N) was never so good at making friends, so when the opportunity that she can befriend one of her classmates is opened up to her, she takes it, pulling her into an unforgettable friendship. Though after her childhood years with her childhood friends, her father receives a new job offer and (F/N) is forced to move breaking the links she'd made. After many years, when (F/N) is older and alone with her bad skills at making friends, she is surprised to see two familiar faces again... Story belongs to me The character, including yourself, do not belong to me The art on the cover is not mine Amazing cover made by Alderheart :) This story includes depressing and sometimes suicidal thoughts depending on where I take the story, if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff please don't read, thank you!!

As you were in the woods picking up large chucks of wood, you saw a figure up against a tree. It was a cold snow day, so of course you would go and see what the figure was. As you walked closer, you found a little boy. After talking to him for a bit, he told you he was the Personification of Russia. He told you that he was running away from bullies, then got lost. You took him in your home, keeping him warm and safe, helping him find Ukraine, but every now and then, you would have a weird thing happening with your heart. What was it? (not a guardian story)

(Eight part story) You looked up to see that your room was completely painted in black, but the words written in red were gone, along with the voices. You shakily got to your feet, thinking it was over with. You were far from right. You looked towards the doorway to try and escape your horrible room. Your eyes immediately widened, filling with tears. You backed away, finally giving up and completely letting your emotions play across your face, despite who was standing in front of your door with a knife in her hand. (I don't own you, Hetalia, the picture, or Sweden. I own the storyline.)