Just throwing it out there, this story probably won't have a happy ending...I might change my mind later on but we shall see... also... ALL THE TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!! This story contains topics/themes that may trigger people and possibly upset them, there are themes such as rape, self-harm, suicide, murder, drugs, alcohol etc... so, if you're looking for something happy and fun and cute maybe try one of my other stories...this one's going to the dark side... and not the one with cookies...

"Nee-san! Nee-san!" Katsuki's soft childish voice sounded from my bedroom doorway as I was sitting at my desk trying to plot out my busy academic schedule. I was the captain of the music club, the swim team, Vice President of the student council and was involved in many other extra curriculars. Closing my planner, I turned to the doorway with a smile to find my four-year-old brother, Katsuki, standing in the doorway with a big grin plastered on his face. "What is it, Kacchan?" I gave him my undivided attention, no matter how busy I was with my studies or extra curriculars I always tried to make time for him. "Look what I can do!" He held his hands out palms facing upward and concentrated. Sweat beaded into the palm of his hand and turned into tiny explosions in his palms. "That's amazing Kacchan!" I scooped him up into my arms and spun him around the room causing him to giggle. "You're going to be the best hero, one day." I ruffled his dusty blonde hair as I set him on his feet. "I can start now." He grinned. "Oh yeah?" I smiled. "Mhm, I'll start by keeping Nee-san safe." He beamed. I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "With you as my protector, I'll always be safe."

...someone stop me...

After an event in her early adolescence that changed the entire trajectory of her life, and in how she viewed her quirk, Hitomi Kanetsukabe was ecstatic to find she'd been admitted to UA's hero course. Her high school life was just beginning, and she'd soon discover she'd be getting more than she bargained for. New friendships, villain encounters, and much, much more. This is an OC story, where she is a part of Class 1-A as one additional student! ~ Covers events of Season 1-4 ~ This is my first work, and is cross-posted to FanFiction.net and AO3 under the same name. This fanfiction features original art! OC x Canon :) (Updates Fri. 8PM UTC)

Dabi X OC [Preview] ~Aika's POV~ When I wasn't needed to help Giran with a job, I had free rein of the city. So long as I didn't cause too much of a ruckus, Giran didn't mind if I ran wild. He'd taken me in when the rest of the world had shut me out. My parents weren't the most fiscally responsible, my mother had a shopping problem and my father had a gambling problem and together they'd managed to amass a massive debt with several loan sharks. When the loan sharks came to collect and they couldn't pay they were made into an example, I would have been too if I hadn't activated my quirk in time and ran for my life. Giran found me weeks later starving on the streets digging in dumpsters for scraps of food to survive. He got me a hot meal and after discovering my quirk, invited me to stay with him. It had been nearly two years since then and we had a good thing going. Whenever he went to meet with a client or make a deal, I would stand watch and activate my quirk if any heroes or law enforcement showed up to get him out so we could make a clean escape. I skipped down the sidewalk casually glancing through shop windows as I drifted by to see if anything caught my eye. Nothing tickled my fancy so I continued on my way wandering the city. A few adults threw me curious looks as it was most definitely a school day but the city was my classroom and I'd picked up far more useful skills on the streets than I ever did in a traditional classroom.

"Earlier, on the roof...what you said...?" She frowned slightly, "I'm not suicidal, if that's what you're getting at, I just thought you'd have an amusing reaction and I was right." Her delicate shoulders pulled into a shrug, drawing my gaze to her upper arm. Poking out under the sleeve of her short sleeved uniform shirt was a dark bruise from where I'd grabbed her. Guilt wormed through me, "It sounded like you meant what you said." "Oh, I did. Everyone here is awful." She shrugged as she slung her tattered black messenger bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. Her bright blue green eyes flicked in my direction as she paused at the door, "At least there's a fun uptight hall monitor I can torment." I groaned at this, "I'd appreciate it if you'd just follow the rules and stay out of trouble." "Where's the fun in that?" She winked at me before sashaying out the door.

[Preview] "I'm sorry." She mumbled softly and the iron maiden around my heart clamped shut painfully as I saw another tear slide down her pale cheek. "It's okay." I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head once more, "I love you." "Forever and always?" She asked with another sniffle, though I could tell she was faking now, I'd said what she wanted to hear and she already felt better. "Forever and always." I agreed. "Promise?" "Only if you get to sleep." I attempted to be stern but couldn't help but crack a smile. She giggled softly and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Nii-sama." "Goodnight." I picked up the tray with the empty mug and headed for the door.

"You really think they'd let someone like you two in, when they could have me?" Katsuki clenched his fists. I saw the slightest shift in his distribution of weight on his feet. He was going to lunge at me. "Ah! Wait!" Midoriya panicked on the floor behind me and began to scoot away. "You've got it all wrong! Really! We're not trying to compete against you! You've gotta believe me!" Katsuki made his move. My body moved fluidly, intercepting his swing, grabbing him by his forearm, directing his palm where his explosive power came from away from us and stepped into him. Before he realized what had happened, I hurled him over my shoulder, keeping a firm grip on his forearm and brought my foot down to step on his other arm keeping both of his palms directed away from Midoriya and I. "What good did having a flashy quirk do you in that situation?" I asked him calmly as the rest of the class stared in shock and awe with their mouths agape.

I struggled to my feet and looked over to the bar. There was a ghostly pale man with pale greyish blue hair that was long enough to hang into his face and was in complete disarray. His lips were cracked and dry, his eyes were closed and he appeared to be in pain. There was a sickly pallor to his skin. My gaze fell to a deep wound in his side, it looked as if he'd been stabbed several hours ago and from his current half-conscious state and the sickly pallor to his skin it appeared to be fairly serious. Taking a deep breath, I activated my quirk and placed my hand to his forehead. My Quirk, Stasis, allowed me to stop time for those I touched keeping them suspended in time giving me time to operate and tend to their injuries. Who was this man?

Hitoshi Shinso X OC