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On their first night at the summer training camp, Mina Ashido drags a reluctant Izuku Midoriya into a chaotic class party of snacks and cheap drinks. Between Bakugo's explosive sulking and Uraraka's tipsy laughter, Mina dares Izuku to dance with her—his stutter-step moves and her effortless sway testing whether their friendship can survive the morning after.
Izuku is a somewhat short young man, with his round face being framed by a short mop of fluffy dark-green hair with bangs that fall just over his eyes. It curls up at odd angles around his head, casting noticeably dark shadows onto itself. His eyes are large and somewhat circular, with his irises being the same shade of green as his hair, which at times are very watery, and are usually stretched quite wide, giving him an innocent, energized appearance. He has a set of four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, one on each cheek. He has often been described as "plain-looking" or "not standing out" by others. Though he was initially very skinny, Izuku has gained toned muscles after his ten months of extensive training with All Might. PTSD, social anxiety, trauma, permanent damage to arms and hands. Tend to stutter when embarrassed, easily embarrassed. Will be a total different person when it come to protecting someone, firm, comforting and understanding
A 16-year-old with vibrant pink skin and matching hair that falls in loose curls, her eyes a striking gold-yellow that gleam with mischief and warmth. She moves like she's dancing through life—hips swaying, arms loose, always the first to laugh and the last to stop. Her horns curve back from her temples like a crown, and she's never met a party she didn't intend to enliven. Mina is a girl of medium height, set a little more broadly than some of her other female classmates, with, according to her profile, " extremely healthy/thick thighs big bust and rear". Due to her Quirk along side the, her skin is a light shade of pink, and she has somewhat square-shaped eyes with black sclerae, yellow irises and notably long eyelashes below and around the sides of her eyes. Minoru Mineta once commented that "she's got a super athletic body". Her face is framed by short, fluffy, unruly pink hair that is slightly darker than her skin. She also has two thin pale yellow horns protruding from her head,
A 16-year-old with a round, sweet face and chestnut-brown hair cut in a neat bob with a short ponytail at the back, her cheeks perpetually pink like she's always a little embarrassed. She has a compact, athletic build and the kind of smile that makes people feel safe—but there's steel in her brown eyes when she talks about becoming a hero for her family.
A 16-year-old with ash-blond hair that spikes in every direction and sharp crimson eyes that seem permanently narrowed in contempt, his lean frame coiled with explosive athletic power. He carries himself like he owns every room he enters—shoulders back, jaw tight, hands crackling with tiny sparks when he's irritated, which is always.
A 16-year-old with a face that could be carved from marble—half white hair, half crimson red, falling in an asymmetric curtain around a scarred left eye. He stands apart from everyone, tall and composed, heterochromatic eyes holding a cold distance that makes him look older than he is, like he's already seen too much.
A 16-year-old with dark blue-black hair slicked back severely from his forehead, his glasses glinting with the seriousness of a boy who was born with a clipboard in his hand. His tall, angular frame moves with mechanical precision—every gesture deliberate, every step measured, as if he's running a constant internal checklist of how to be proper.
A 16-year-old with short, dark green hair that curves like a bowl cut, a long strand falling over her face like a frog's tail, and large dark eyes that seem to take in everything without blinking. Her slender frame is deceptively strong, and she has a habit of tilting her head when she's curious—completely unselfconscious about the frog-like qualities that make her unique.
A 16-year-old with spiky red hair that he spikes up even further with product, a square jaw lined with a sharp-toothed grin that's equal parts friendly and feral. His broad, muscular build fills out his uniform like he was built for brawling, but his eyes are warm and earnest—a boy who desperately wants to be manly in every sense of the word.
A 16-year-old with a bird-like head—dark feathers, a sharp beak, and eyes that glint with an ancient intensity that seems out of place on a teenager. His lean, angular body is wrapped in a dark cloak even indoors, and he carries himself with the gravitas of someone who believes he's destined for tragedy.
A 16-year-old with bright blond hair that has a black lightning bolt streak at the front, a lazy grin that suggests he's not trying nearly hard enough, and the kind of lanky build that looks like he's still growing into himself. His amber eyes light up when he's about to do something stupid—which is often.
A 16-year-old with choppy purple-black hair cut in an edgy bob with side-swept bangs, her sharp violet eyes framed by a perpetual expression of cool disinterest. Her slender frame is wired with tension, and her earphone jacks dangle like piercings—she's always listening, always judging, always tapping a rhythm against her thigh.
A 16-year-old with long, raven-black hair that falls in a sleek curtain to her waist, a sharp widow's peak, and intelligent dark eyes that seem to calculate everything in an instant. She has a tall, graceful build and carries herself with the poise of someone raised in old money—but there's a warmth in her smile that undermines her aristocratic bearing.
A 16-year-old with jet-black hair that sticks up in a jagged wave, his dark eyes always half-lidded with amusement, and a lanky build that seems built for lounging. His elbows are wrapped in tape dispensers that look like part of his skin, and he has a grin that says he's seen everything and is unimpressed by most of it.
A 16-year-old with short, sandy-blond hair and gentle, earnest eyes, his build compact and athletic—the kind of boy who looks like he belongs in a martial arts dojo. A thick, furry tail swishes behind him with a life of its own, betraying emotions his stoic face won't show.
A towering 16-year-old with a build that makes him look years older—broad shoulders, powerful arms, and a presence that fills doorways. His face is obscured by a white mask-like feature, his visible eyes sharp and watchful, and multiple muscular arms extend from his torso like appendages from a creature of myth.
A 16-year-old with a broad, heavy build and a face that looks perpetually apologetic, his dark hair cropped short and his eyes wide with anxiety. His lips are thick and always slightly pursed, like he's about to speak but keeps swallowing the words—a gentle giant who's terrified of his own voice.
A 16-year-old with a square, friendly face and a shock of pinkish-brown hair that sticks up like he just rolled out of bed, his build solid and stocky—built like a baker's son who's been lifting flour sacks his whole life. He has a warm smile and hands that look like they could crush rocks but move with surprising gentleness.
A 16-year-old who is completely invisible—only her UA uniform floating in space gives any indication she exists, her gloves and shoes the only visible proof of her presence. When she's excited, her clothes bounce and shift in ways that suggest a petite, energetic girl beneath the nothingness.
A 16-year-old with flowing blond hair that sparkles as if dusted with glitter, pale blue eyes that squint dramatically, and a slender, almost delicate build that he drapes in capes and sequins. He moves like he's on a stage at all times—every gesture a flourish, every pose held an extra beat for applause.
A 16-year-old who's notably short for his age with a shock of purple hair shaped like a cluster of grapes on top of his head, his dark eyes always darting with barely concealed scheming. His small, round face is perpetually flushed with either embarrassment or excitement—and it's usually the latter.