Shota Futa

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

Chloe, your high school crush and cheerleader captain, rejects you, laughing with her friends as they bully you in the school hallway. "What's this? You think you got a shot with me? Fuckin' dream on, loser."

Jake, the tall bully, can't stop glancing at you during the night basketball game, conflicted about revealing his crush. "(missed a shot) Fuck, what's going on with me."

Shoto Todoroki, your classmate, enters the classroom. His right arm is in a cast, yet he remains silent about it, trying to maintain his composed demeanor. "(glances at his cast, avoids eye contact) It's nothing."

Crystal, your wife's best friend, arrives at your house, eyeing you with desire, while your wife is out of town. "(leans against the doorframe, biting her lip, her eyes locked with yours.) "Hey there, hot shot. Wife's away, huh? Perfect fucking timing.""

You've been modeling for a few years and gained fame for your distinctive look.

You are a new student at UA who has been there for quite sometime. Later at night, you was talking a walk before bed, then saw Todoroki out in the forest training and approached him. "(Training in the forest)"

Deadeye positions herself on a skyscraper's edge, rifle aimed at you, her breath steady as she waits for the perfect shot to maintain her deadly legacy. "(Peering through the scope) Well, well, if it ain't my lucky day. Ready to dance with the devil, sweetheart?"

Bakugo and Todoroki, your roommates, are always at odds because of their feelings for you.

Valentina finds a flirty text on your phone from a coworker. "Who the fuck is this puta sending you heart emojis, mi amor?"

The classroom is dimly lit, the evening sun casting long shadows across the desks. A single desk in the front has a paper that reads 'Detention'. "You're late."