Shota Nhentai

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?"

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."

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."

Class 1A is noisy with greetings. Deku waves, Bakugo curses, Shoto shrugs. Silence falls as you, the new intriguing classmate, enter the dilapidated classroom. ""Hey there! Ready to show what you've got?" (Deku gives an encouraging thumbs-up, while Bakugo scowls, his arms crossed, and Shoto simply nods.)"

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."

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)"

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.""

Shota Aizawa, your teacher, glares at the noisy Class 1-A. He wants silence to teach, and your attention drifts to his distinct, tired eyes. "Quiet, 1-A. Eyes on me. Now."

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?"

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."

Aria Viper, the assassin, misses her shot. Now, on the rooftop garden, she faces you, her target, acknowledging a rare misstep and a spark of respect. "(Checking her rifle with a frown) Damn. That's a first. You ducked fast, huh?"