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In ♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Reina Mori


Reina listened intently enough to Grayson. He was confident in demeanor, not at all phased from having to address a class. Clearly, he was strong, too. Reina could learn from him, and a training exercise with him and the other prefects as their opposition was as good a way to learn from someone as anything.

It was a good first impression overall, but was about to be soured.

The girl's body tensed as he called her and Mina out. Reina gave him no nod, instead simply watching him as he moved away from the group. She followed after a second, eyes still locked on his figure. When he felt they were far enough, he looked to her, and without realizing it, her hard gaze matched his.

The girl's brow furrowed at his words. Was it even worth her time to give him an explanation?

No. It wouldn't help, at least enough for her to care to. First impressions were cheap, anyways, as he had just betrayed hers of him. Assuming and doubting. Of course, she doubted herself. Constantly. And for a long time, she had been complacent of others doubting her. Why get upset at that when she thought the same?

It was different this time. Reina wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe it was because he was an upperclassman, and having his respect was important. But was it really? If all she wanted was to be strong, what did it matter what people thought of her?

Reina was tired of thinking and analyzing this.

"I don't have one," she snapped. That was all she'd give him on the matter of her costume. He didn't need to know her reasoning.

The girl glared at him, raising her injured arm.

"You spotted the weak link, then. Take advantage of it." The words had a difficult-to-miss bite of a dare to them.

Reina turned sharply and left Mina and Grayson.

Doubt me? He had no idea who she was or any of the things she had done. He didn't know what she had gone through. Nobody in this class really did. His doubt was ignorant. Not worth the time spent being voiced. Reina knew Reina best, and so only her opinion of herself should matter...

But it wasn't the only one that mattered. She cared what Takeshi thought of her. She cared what Mamoru thought of her. She cared what all of her classmates thought. Reina cared.

Be strong, then. Make him feel stupid for ever having doubted you in the first place.

Despite the pounding she felt in her temple, Reina listened to what the others had to say, adding nothing of her own.

The pounding subsided a bit as she relaxed from the shot of anger. She was still pissed, but she started thinking about other things rather than just how pissed she was. She glanced towards Amane as Dulga addressed him.

Of course, 1A would be working as a team. That... wasn't a strong point of Reina's. Not because she didn't want to, but because of the indiscriminate nature of her quirk. Finding moments to use it would require separating herself from the group, which was a risk and made her more vulnerable. Even when fighting Takeshi's brothers, this hadn't been an issue she overcame--she had simply caused a lot of property damage and almost caused further injury to her friends, at least until she got into a one-on-one with Rakshasa, away from the rest. Either that's what she had to look for--an isolated prefect--or she had to restrict usage of her quirk to only when classmates who could properly brace themselves against it were around.

Reina would figure it out. She would not be a burden. Grayson would eat his words--and ideally dirt as well.

Her gaze shifted to one of the small orbs that orbited her. There wouldn't be an issue if she could just manage to activate even one...

That was the issue though, of course. It had only happened three times before.

Just make it four.

Reina knew it would be easier said than done.
In ♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Reina Mori


Though Reina's right arm was still clad in a short-arm cast, she was feeling much better. Though perhaps a concerning amount of her body was still wrapped in bandages, all of her wounds had been healing fast and well--thanks mostly to Manda's quirk being used on her so soon after the incident. Remembering that particular kiss brought some red to Reina's cheeks, and only reminded her that Manda had done the same to Takeshi.

Reina was still... kind of maybe possibly just only slightly a little bitter about that. She supposed that feeling would have only been worse if she and Takeshi hadn't become an item since then, but then again that was also part of why she was bothered by it. The girl scowled to herself. These romantic feelings were such a bother...

She found herself gazing towards Takeshi seated at his desk, her chest fluttering ever so slightly.

Well, they were a bother, except when they weren't really. They were okay.

The girl was pulled out of her thought by Yoshida-sensei's frankly unnervingly uncharacteristic behaviour.

She was of course intrigued by the upperclassman--the five strongest in the school, apparently. She'd be in their position someday soon.

Reina blinked at the thought that had popped in her head. She mulled it over for a second. Huh. Yes, she really did believe that. It wouldn't quite be that easy, of course. But she had enough confidence in herself now that she just knew she'd be on their level soon enough. Not doing so was simply failure, and she would not allow herself to fail anymore.

Though Reina wasn't 100% healed, she wouldn't be sitting this out. She'd refused to sit anything out thus far, only 'taking it easy' to avoid setting back her recovery process--though 'taking it easy' by her standards was... well, it was enough to highlight her perhaps occasional bullheaded-ness to make the point that 'taking it easy' didn't seem to mean much to her.

Point was, she would be participating. Maybe. As long as her teachers didn't match her stubbornness. Little chance of that, fortunately.


Reina had walked with her classmates to the changing room. She thought about how Grayson had told them to change into their hero costumes--which she didn't have yet. No costume and no hero name, because when the class had first decided on those, she hadn't deemed herself worthy of either.

Though her cast caused her some struggle, she managed to slip her gym clothes on, finding herself relieved to have the bandages covering her legs and lower torso hidden from view again. They felt like blatant signs of weakness, even if that wasn't really true, which made her almost feel... nauseous, maybe, when they were out in the open. She had felt the same way about the cast on her arm for a while, though for that she had had to just suck it up and get used to it.

The girl caught a look at herself in a mirror as she left the changing rooms, one of the last ones due to her injuries slowing her down a bit.

Did she feel worthy now? Of a hero name and costume?

She... wasn't sure.

Not yet, then. If she wasn't immediately sure, then not yet. But soon. Like with her certainty regarding the fact that she'd be in one of those top 5 upperclassmen's position soon, she'd be strong enough and heroic enough for a name and costume soon. She'd work herself to the bone to make sure of that. She already had started. To make sure she could protect the people she cared about, and to make up for her past weakness.

Reina noted with some petty relief that she wasn't the only person just wearing their plain gym uniform--Mina was also. Though Reina's self-confidence had certainly been on the up, sticking out in an even remotely negative manner still made her anxious. Sticking out at all, really. The attention she had been getting from other attendees of Komei the past week due to the incident had been... a lot to deal with. She was thankful that she didn't have to deal with it alone. And she was also thankful that she had managed to put on a rather unfazed facade regarding it all in public. It had probably helped dampen the amount of attention directed her way. She had absolutely subjected Takeshi and Mamoru in particular to a couple of rather emotional rants (for her) in private though.

She blinked away the faintest blush on the edges of her cheeks. Having friends she felt comfortable enough around to open up like that was nice, to say the least. They both seemed to rather enjoy her fluster too in some ways, which sounded like a fact that should offend her, but really it was just another part of the reason that she felt at peace with them. Knowing they enjoyed her company was more than she could have asked a month ago.

In My Hero Academia: Another Story → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Animus


Sana ‘encouraged’ the others in the vehicle with her forward with heat and shoves, paying special attention to one individual in particular. Heat flared in her legs as she temporarily strengthened them. She placed a foot against the man’s back.

“Huh?--”

And she put her weight into it.

“Argghhh!”

The man landed on the pavement with his face several metres away. Sana, though, didn’t take any time to enjoy the sight. Heat ran through the entirety of her body as she kept her focus squarely on getting away. “Let’s go,” she said to Quinn, indicating she understood the simple instructions--‘get to the chopper.’

With the burst of super strength granted to her by her quirk, the bulky suit and heavy cuffs she wore became less of an anchor and more of a nuisance. Standing at the edge of the vehicle, she swung her cuffed hands over her head to hook them around the roof. Engaging nearly every muscle in her body, she jumped and pulled herself up and around deftly, landing rather acrobatically on the roof of the vehicle, much closer to the front.

It didn’t take a moment to spot the helicopter, dropping in altitude to approach them. Another burst of heat ran through Sana as she crouched for a breath before exploding into a jump, leaving the vehicle’s roof dented behind her. Despite the added weight causing her to miscalculate, the error was only slight. She lifted her right foot high enough to manage to plant it on the landing skid. One last burst of heat through her body let her push herself enough to hook her cuffs once again around the open door to the passenger compartment, making for a (relatively) easy last step inside. Sana turned around to look down over the sudden chaos, ready to assist Quinn up if needed.
In My Hero Academia: Another Story → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Animus


Sana had spent the last few days silently steaming. Being dragged around from one place to another, questioned constantly, and hardly ever allowed to not wear a bulky full-body suit--not unlike a firefighter's outfit, but significantly heavier. It was meant to completely nullify her quirk, keeping the heat and fire she generated very well contained. That also made if exceedingly hot to wear, not helped by the fact that it felt like it weighed more than she did.

As irritable as she was whenever somebody was trying to get information out of her, she was smart enough to never say a word, no matter how much she wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves. The girl just waited out the time until her conviction in silence, holding on to the anger that all the faces she interacted with made her feel, because when she wasn't pissed off, she was slipping into a dark place.

Soon enough, during her conviction, her identity would become public. Yi and her mother would find out. The few friends she still had would too. Dawn, mainly, the only girl from her time brief time at U.J. that she would have called a friend. What would they think?...

Sana was very aware of the warmth on her cheeks as she thought about the girl. It was hard not to be, when there was nothing in the silent cell to distract her. Yi would be really hurt once he found out. Sana wasn't sure about her mom or Dawn, but neither would be happy to find out.

An obnoxious beep brought her mercifully out of her thoughts. She glanced up as the cell was opened, a few armed men swiftly entering the room, bringing with them familiar heavy cuffs. She was being moved again.

Sana stood, allowing them to restrain her and lead her out. As easy as it was to worry about the consequences of her capture, she hadn't given up yet. As far as she knew, nobody in her life had been informed yet about her arrest. She could escape before it came out. Regardless, her mother would find out. The law would look to her to help track Sana down. But Sana could talk to her, to make sure Yi never found out.

The girl's expression hardened as she was pushed out of the cell, her hands weighed down in over-sized handcuffs in front of her.

"Hey, babe, that's quite the getup they've got ya in. Bet ya look a lot better in somethin' tight."

Sana's eyes shifted to look towards the voice, unimpressed. The rest of her body stayed as it was, leaning against the metal partition that separated the vehicle's drivers from the criminals in the back. She gave the man a quick look over, not actually noting anything about him beyond the similar heavy cuffs he wore--she just wanted to make it appear like she was sizing him up before she gave a small snort and returned her gaze to be looking forward, wanting him to feel thoroughly dismissed.

"Ah come on, girlie, I'm jus' sympathizin' with ya! I'm sure ya'd rather be wearin' somethin' else as much as I do."

Sana didn't have to spend any conscious effort to ignore him. He mumbled and turned his attention to somebody more talkative. It was insulting that she was being associated with people like that.

While she quietly wished she could punch him in the face, the sudden noise above and very obvious dent on the roof caused her to perk up a bit.

"Tha' FUCK wazzat?!"

If any more proof was needed that something was up, the vehicle they were in screeched to a halt. Sana's mind began to work, immediately trying to work out how she might be able to escape. Her eyes darted to the back window of the vehicle, just in time to see a hand place something against it. The flirt was still swearing up a storm, voicing his confusion.

"You might want to get away from the back door," she graciously decided to tell the annoyance.

The man glanced back, as did the few other prisoners who hadn't already noticed the device. Realization lit up his dumb face and he quickly scrambled back along with the rest, purposely deciding to press himself against Sana. Even though he had an excuse--not wanting to be injured in an explosion--her brow twitched maddeningly.

"Tha' fuck-- you're hot!"

Sana smirked. "You already made it clear what you think of me. Give it up."

"Wha--? No, I mean you're actually a fucking heater, it's goddamn uncomfortable!"

"I know what you meant," she said, increasing the heat her head was giving off even further and giving him a headbutt against his jaw. He jerked back immediately, his skin red.

"Bitch!"

"Don't touch me again."

He kept cursing her out as he made as much effort as possible to put distance between each other, pressing against other prisoners instead. Sana was pleased to have her space back as she awaited the inevitable. Her focus shifted back towards the back of the vehicle, ready to take her chance.
In Final Fantasy XIV RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Clearly a bit late to this party, but I'd like to express interest if there's still room. Despite how much I love XIV, I've never done any roleplay related to it, and I've been wanting to change that :)

Would be up to play anything really, but I'd probably have the most fun with a tank class. A floor tank DRG would be cool too.
In ♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Reina Mori


Reina nodded along with a smile at Mamoru’s suggestions, thinking it’d be fun to study villains with her and hear her take on how to potentially defeat them. Reina thanked the girl for visiting her, making sure to enter her phone number into her phone as soon as she could. Halfway through the creation of the new contact, Mamoru dropped her parting line.

“Don’t do anything naughty now!”

The purple-haired girl froze up for a moment and blushed. After what felt like a very long second of silence, Reina saw an opportunity to tease Takeshi—something she was growing quickly fond of doing. She tossed a sideways glance towards the boy.

“M-Maybe when I’m recovered...” she said, botching the self-confident delivery she had been going for, causing her to give a sheepish giggle at the whole situation.

The girl allowed herself to monopolize Takeshi’s time for a while longer, but eventually the time to part came. She watched as he made his way to the door, deciding after a second to follow after him.

“Visit me again if you have the time,” she said as she caught up to him, gripping his sleeve to stop him for a second so she could reach up to kiss his cheek. She smiled sweetly as she gently pushed him onwards and gave a small wave.


Reina laid in her hospital bed, the room dark save for a slice of moonlight cutting through the curtains that covered the window and the dim lights from the hallway creeping underneath the door frame.

The girl was mostly still, though her fingers and toes flexed slowly and rhythmically. It almost felt like it was against her will—she knew she could stop, but she didn’t, even though it kind of hurt, especially when she moved her right hand. The pain reverberated up her arm and across her chest that rose and fell in time with each wave of discomfort.

She simply stared at the ceiling. Like her moving fingers and toes, her eyes refused to close. Her gaze inspected the random tiny black spots spattered across the off-white tiles, finding various images by connecting the dots in her mind. Her mind went through the events that had occurred, and the girl noted what points she seemed to get hung up on.

The collateral damage.

She’d brought down two buildings by pushing her quirk. It was a mercy that she hadn’t injured any innocents. The girl knew if she had, she’d never be able to forgive herself. The property damage was bad, but more justifiable in her mind. Her classmates live had been in danger. Michiko and Takeshi were more important than all the buildings in the world. Still, though she was making progress, it was still proof that she didn’t have as much control over her quirk as she should. It was too destructive to not have fully under her thumb.

Takeshi’s arm.

It wasn’t something she could have done anything about. Reina knew that. She knew that. Yet still… she couldn’t stand that she felt like there was nothing she could have done. She should’ve been stronger to prevent it from happening in the first place. Thankful though she was that she had been able to help keep him and Michiko safe, it wasn’t enough. Reina had been watching Takeshi a lot when he had visited her, of course—it was hard not too, considering how their relationship had changed, and her general infatuation with the boy. Even with that, it didn’t take a huge leap in logic to realize the implications of his injury, and how they might be affecting his mental negatively. She needed... to do somewhat she could to help, and she needed to make sure neither he or any of her friends would ever be hurt like that again.

Rakshasa’s death, and the rest of the villains she had fought.

It was a strange feeling to begin to understand she had played a large part in the loss of a life. Her instinct was that the destructive man didn’t particularly deserve to live, but realizing that was her stance on the matter was troubling in a way. It was troubling that she thought on his death with some level of satisfaction. He’d been a threat to her life, though. Her or him. He’d been a threat to Takeshi’s life, and had tried to take Michiko away. Them or him. When she thought back to that, the anger in her chest flared again, and she understood that that was the reason for her positive feelings surrounding the man’s passing. It was the danger he had posed to Takeshi and Michiko—of course, she already knew that that had been what truly angered her, but realizing it was also the reason for her being okay with the loss of a life brought her some peace.

And anyway, she was a monster. She’d be the most just monster of all. She’d be a monster that protected those she loved, but she’d always be a monster all the same. Being satisfied with the death of a mass murderer was hardly the worst thing she’d done in her life.

Reina awoke. She realized she had fallen asleep at some point only because of the images of dreams she had been having fading from her mind—a jumble she could hardly make out anymore. Takeshi had been there, and had made her feel warm. The members of his family who were after him and Michiko. Rakshasa was gone, but the rest weren’t. They wouldn’t so much as breath in Takeshi or Michiko’s general direction as long as Reina was alive.

The now familiar flare of anger prompted Reina to sit up in her bed. She reached over to the bedside table to check the time on her phone—not even 3am yet. The girl sighed. It was another long night with her thoughts. At least tonight her thoughts were a little different than they had been for her first days in the hospital. They were also a bit more pleasant overall—especially when they drifted to Takeshi, which is where her mind seemed to be dwelling most often.

With a faint blush on her cheeks for no one to see in the darkness, and some butterflies in her stomach fighting with the flare of anger in her chest, Reina placed her earbuds in her ear one at a time with her good hand and hopped off the bed lightly. She began to pace around, in an attempt to burn off the restless energy that had made its permanent home within her especially since the incident.
In My Hero Academia: Another Story → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Sana Helme
Animus


Sana took notice of the others who entered, seeing if her first impressions of them lead to her having any desire to team up with them. First was the bird, which she looked at curiously, her gaze following it as it left the room a moment before a man with a plague doctor-esque costume entered. He clearly cared about his appearance at least. Sana supposed that was a good sign.

The next person to walk in was a little more questionable, though. Of course, the chainsaw was the first thing Sana noticed--impossible for it not to be, considering the noise in an otherwise quiet place. That... couldn't be wieldy. If the girl holding it was using it because she thought it was 'cool,' or something, Sana would certainly have a giggle. The fire-girl's gaze moved up from the tool-turned-weapon to see that its owner was staring at her, having moved to stand just behind the apparent ringleader. Sana returned the gaze curiously, wondering what the girl's deal was. She couldn't help but smirk at the sound of the chainsaw coming alive again, the girl still looking right at Sana. The loyal dog kind of villain, evidently. Reasonable questions and demands were not allowed if they were asked of the 'leader,' at least according to chainsaw-girl--and as far as the purple-haired woman herself seemed to be concerned as well, considering her apparent love for ignoring others.

Amusing. Seeing villains 'socialize' for the first time--and taking part in that socializing herself--was really amusing. She hadn't been sure what to expect coming here, but so far it hadn't been the worst outcome she'd imagined.

Last was the young man that Sana began to immediately identify by his shark-inspired bandana.

The purple-haired women finally decided to acknowledge them, indicating to Sana that this was everyone that had been invited. Sana smirked again, this time at the women's implication that her caution was childish, the smirk only growing with the immediately following comment on egos. Perhaps the women needed to take heed of her own words. No matter--dealing with a hypocrite wasn't enough to turn Sana completely off the gathering yet.

Sana listened intently enough, finding herself eager to finally hear what this was all about.

Her smile lost its arrogance as more was revealed. The plans of the group were bigger than any sort of petty crimes, which of course Sana had assumed before arriving, but hearing that the dismantling of U.S.J. was specifically what the purple-haired woman was after brought the slightest feeling of butterflies of excitement to Sana's stomach.

Burning unequivocally useless small-time heroes was one thing, but to go after something so dear to the heart of hero society...

Sana's eyes widened and her smile took on a hint of sociopathy. The thought of burning such a thing to the ground was stirring.

Her eyes scanned the monitors as images flashed on them, her thoughts pausing for a second as a picture of her younger brother showed up before disappearing quickly to make way for a classmate of his.

The girl crossed her arms, her enthusiasm dampened slightly as bird-boy asked a decent enough question, though it was immediately dismissed in an amusing fashion by the second woman who had been there when Sana had entered the room. The woman, who introduced herself as Quinn, had quietly been laughing to herself during chainsaw-girl's stare down. That, along with her words now, told Sana that she was likely the most entertaining person here. Sana liked that, and while Quinn didn't seem like she truly cared whether or not the rest of them followed up on her introduction, she decided to humour her.

"Sana. Animus while in costume. My fact--" she looked towards the ringleader to address her. "--I don't like you so far. I don't think you care anyway, and that's one of the reasons I don't like you. But I don't really feel the need to, either, as long as you're competent--which goes for the rest of you. Incompetence is for heroes. For people who are sheltered and nurtured and told they're strong. I'll cooperate with your plans. Take this as my show of good faith--you selected me to be part of this group, so I'll trust the others you picked are equally useful."

Sana held her gaze on the leader a moment longer, her stony expression communicating the genuineness behind her words, before she moved to stand somewhat near Quinn to take a closer look at the newer papers that had been tossed on the table.

Her motivations and goals were probably a bit different from the rest--but they lined up close enough. The students and faculty of U.S.J. should be truly tested. Simulations and written papers bred weakness. Weakness in such a field lead to the destruction of lives. Weakness needed to be burned. Any hero, on the level of Enterprise or otherwise, who couldn't handle a villainous force deserved to die. If this group could become that dangerous kind of monster and exterminate all the heroes who had failed her, she was more than happy to take part. Even if... even if her brother would be caught in the crossfire. He'd just have to be strong. Sana knew he could be. Maybe.

The girl bit her lip. She wouldn't make exceptions. If he wanted to be a hero--if he had taken the opportunity she had helped give him through all she had done to protect him from their father--he needed to be stronger than all the useless heroes that infested San Francisco currently. She had already sunk, but he still had the opportunity to swim. That was enough. If she was to be his true test of strength and character, then it would be so.
In My Hero Academia: Another Story → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Sana Helme
Animus


The steady fire engulfing Sana's hand lit her way marginally better than the dinky lights lining the deteriorating concrete floors had been alone. The squelching noises from her wet boots had begun to annoy her, especially in such quietness, so she heated up her feet and legs for several seconds to quickly evaporate the remaining water left on them and soaked into her orange coverall's pants. She had had to get hold of a bloody kayak and needed to wade through the water when she had finally reached the island to be able to respond to this... invitation? To join a team. Of villains.

Somehow, the thought of such a thing had never crossed her mind before. Heroes working together made sense--they all bent over backward to act moral and good and personable. Whether they generally succeeded or not was very much up for debate, as far as Sana was concerned, but even the most wretched of 'heroes' could at least pretend to play nice with each other.

Villains, though... a bit of a different crowd. A criminal expecting another criminal to have their back was a thought Sana would've found amusing, if she hadn't been humouring it since she received the message that had led her to this place.

Seriously. Alcatraz. That itself almost sounded like a joke.

The girl sighed to herself. A villain who was willing to reach out for help and organize a coordinated group probably had a decent chance of being more respectable than the common mugger she had burnt many a time. This darker side of hers had lived in total isolation for years, and that had been fine. But after the prospect of a team had come up... Sana couldn't help but feel a bit of hope that this theoretical group would pan out. It was a strange feeling.

The light humming of fans brought the girl back into the moment, coming from a nearby door that of the cables lining the hall seemed to converge into. As she killed the fire on around her hand, she peered into the room through the blacked-out visor of her oxygen mask.

The humming that had tipped Sana off came from generators and computers. Sana made note of two fairly quiet and serious looking women, sitting at opposite ends of the table that centered the room. She glanced between the two, trying to decide which one was the one who had sent out the invitation, or if they had both done so together. The purple-haired one seemed more 'at home.' The thought caused Sana to look around again, frowning slightly when she saw the broken pot and dirt on the ground.

"... Interesting place. Kind of a pain to get to, but I get that's the idea," she said.

Ignoring the empty seats, Sana walked up to the table to look at the papers strewn about it. At first, she was confused by them, wondering who the people depicted were, but it clicked when her eyes fell upon a few particular pages that were stapled together, her own unmasked face depicted on the top left of the first sheet.

Sana gave a dry grin. "I figured," she mused, before reaching up to loosen and remove her mask. "Not like my identity is particularly easy to hide anyway." She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and placed it on the table, unzipping it to put her mask away while also spending an extra second rummaging around for a granola bar that she promptly tore open and began to munch on. She picked up what was evidently the file containing all the information her inviter had about her to scan through it further.

Some of the hopeful trust Sana had had for the once faceless person who had called her here was gone. As she tossed the last bit of her snack into her mouth, she burnt the wrapping left in her hand to ash in a short puff of fire. Her gaze shifted from the papers to the woman with her legs up on the table.

"I hope you've got plans to convince me that you aren't the treacherous type--especially after seeing this," she said, tone a little colder than before as she dropped the papers back onto the table.
In My Hero Academia: Another Story → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In My Hero Academia: Another Story → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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