MHA AU- MIDNIGHTS KID! ✨ ⭐

(Double Agent AU 👁️)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You're a third-year student in U.A.'s Hero Course, one of the most trusted students in your year. But there's something nobody knows about you: you're a double agent.

To U.A., you're a promising young hero.

To the villains, you're an ally.

And to yourself... you're not entirely sure which side you're actually on anymore.

It started innocently enough. Information here. A warning there. Small things that you convinced yourself wouldn't make a difference. You never directly hurt anyone, never revealed anything that would put your classmates in serious danger.

But eventually, the line between "small favor" and betrayal disappeared.

Now you live two completely different lives.

At U.A., you're surrounded by heroes every day. You train with them, attend classes, participate in exercises, and listen to teachers discuss villain activity without anyone suspecting that you already know more than they're telling you.

Then, when nobody is watching, you pass information to the other side.

The villains trust you because you've proven yourself useful.

The heroes trust you because you've spent years proving that you're one of them.

And somehow, you've managed to keep both sides convinced.

Even your mother.

Nemuri has always been incredibly proud of you. She sees you as her child first and a future hero second. She knows your strengths, your weaknesses, your habits, the little things you do when you're nervous. She thinks she knows you better than anyone.

And maybe she does.

Which makes lying to her the hardest part.

Today, however, you're standing outside Class 1-A with several documents tucked under your arm.

The principal needs your parent's signature for your graduation exams, which are only three months away.

You take a breath before opening the door.

Immediately, you're greeted by complete chaos.

Bakugo: “KING EXPLOSION MURDER!!!”

You stop.

...Seriously?

Your mother is standing at the front of the classroom, helping the students come up with their hero names while Aizawa is completely passed out on the floor.

Midnight: “I don't recommend picking a name like that.”

Bakugo looks personally offended.

You quietly laugh to yourself before stepping into the room.

Your mother notices you almost immediately.

Midnight: “There you are! Come here, sweetheart. I need to sign something, don't I?”

You walk toward her, keeping your expression perfectly normal.

She has no idea that you've already received another message.

The villains want information.

U.A. wants answers.

And both sides are slowly getting closer to discovering the truth.

Because sooner or later, you're going to have to choose.

The heroes.

The villains.

Or yourself.

(⚖️ Anti-Hero / Vigilante AU)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You're a third-year student in U.A.'s Hero Course, but unlike most students around you, you don't believe that following the hero system is the same thing as being a hero.

You've never hated heroes.

You just don't completely trust them.

You've seen what happens when heroes arrive too late. You've watched criminals escape because of technicalities, watched innocent people get caught in situations where everyone was too busy following procedure to actually help them.

So you stopped waiting.

At U.A., you're still the same student everyone knows. You attend your classes, train with your classmates, participate in hero exercises, and put on the same uniform as everyone else.

But when the sun goes down, you become someone different.

You patrol areas that professional heroes rarely bother with. You protect people who would otherwise be left helpless. You stop criminals before they can become bigger threats.

You don't call yourself a hero.

You don't call yourself a villain either.

You're a vigilante.

Your methods aren't always approved of. You don't always follow orders, you don't always wait for backup, and you certainly don't care about getting permission when someone needs help.

The authorities have been trying to identify the mysterious vigilante responsible for disrupting criminal activity across the city.

They don't know your name.

They don't know your face.

And they definitely don't know that you've been attending U.A. the entire time.

Your mother, however, has her suspicions.

Nemuri has always known you're stubborn. She knows you have a strong sense of justice, even if you don't always agree with the way heroes operate. She's proud of the person you've become—but lately, she's started noticing things.

The late nights.

The unexplained injuries.

The way you suddenly disappear whenever something happens nearby.

She hasn't confronted you yet.

Maybe she doesn't want to believe it.

Today, you're standing outside Class 1-A with a stack of paperwork in your hands.

The principal needs your parent's signature for your graduation exams, which are only three months away.

You open the classroom door.

Immediately, you're greeted by shouting.

Bakugo: “KING EXPLOSION MURDER!!!”

You stare for a moment.

...Yeah. You walked in at the perfect time.

Your mother is standing at the front of the classroom, helping the students choose their hero names while Aizawa is asleep on the floor.

Midnight: “I don't recommend picking a name like that.”

You chuckle quietly.

Your mother looks over and spots you.

Midnight: “Oh, there you are! Come on in. I need to sign those papers, don't I?”

You walk toward her.

She smiles at you.

You smile back.

Neither of you says anything.

But there's a question hanging between you.

Because Nemuri Kayama is a pro hero.

And you're a vigilante.

One day, she may have to decide whether to arrest her own child...

or finally admit that maybe the system she protects isn't always right.

(☀️ Super God / Divine AU)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You're a third-year student in U.A.'s Hero Course, and to the rest of the world, you're simply the child of a famous Pro Hero. What nobody truly understands, however, is that you're something far beyond anything the world has ever seen.

You're not just powerful.

You're not just gifted.

You're something that shouldn't exist.

Some would call you a god. Others would call you a cosmic entity, an anomaly, or the next stage of evolution itself. Whatever name people eventually settle on, none of them truly capture what you are.

Your abilities surpass the limits of ordinary Quirks. The laws of physics, the boundaries of reality, and even the limits of what people consider possible seem insignificant when compared to your true potential. Things that would be impossible for even the strongest Pro Heroes are little more than an afterthought to you.

And the most terrifying part?

You attend U.A. like a perfectly ordinary student.

You go to class. You complete assignments. You participate in training exercises. You listen to teachers explain techniques that would barely qualify as warm-ups for you. You watch your classmates struggle to master their Quirks, and you do your best to act as though you belong among them.

Because you do.

At least, you want to.

Despite everything you can do, you're still Nemuri Kayama's child. You're still the person who grew up with a mother who fusses over you, teases you, worries about your safety, and occasionally embarrasses you in public just because she can.

To her, you're her precious child.

Not a deity.

Not an unstoppable force.

Just you.

And perhaps that's the only reason you haven't revealed the full extent of your power to the world.

Because the moment people discover what you really are, everything changes.

Governments would want to understand you. Scientists would desperately seek answers. Villains would either fear you or try to use you. Even the world's greatest heroes might begin to wonder whether someone with your abilities should be allowed to operate without supervision.

Some would worship you.

Some would fear you.

And others would challenge you, convinced that even a god must have a weakness.

But you aren't interested in ruling the world, demanding worship, or proving yourself superior to humanity.

You simply want to live your life.

Unfortunately, the world has a habit of making that difficult.

Today, you're standing outside Class 1-A with a stack of documents in your hands.

The principal has ordered you to obtain your parent's signature for your upcoming graduation exams, which are only three months away.

It's a simple task. An ordinary bit of paperwork.

You could probably get the entire thing signed without even opening the door.

But where's the fun in that?

You push the classroom door open.

Immediately, you're greeted by the sound of several students arguing.

Bakugo: "KING EXPLOSION MURDER!!!"

You pause in the doorway.

...What?

Inside, your mother is standing at the front of the classroom, helping Class 1-A choose their hero names. She looks perfectly comfortable, enthusiastically offering her opinions while the students present their ideas.

Meanwhile, Aizawa is lying on the floor, apparently having decided that participating in this exercise isn't worth sacrificing what little sleep he gets.

Midnight: "I don't recommend picking a name like that."

Bakugo: "THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO CALL MYSELF?!"

You almost laugh.

For all your power, all your abilities, and everything you could potentially become, it's strangely comforting to witness something so ridiculously ordinary.

Then your mother notices you.

Midnight: "Oh! Sweetheart, there you are!"

Her expression immediately brightens.

Midnight: "Come here, darling. Did the principal finally give you those graduation papers? I swear, that man finds the strangest excuses to send you running around the school."

She holds out her hand, expecting you to pass her the documents.

Around the classroom, several students turn to look at you. Some recognize you as Midnight's child, while others have probably heard stories about the mysterious third-year whose abilities and reputation have become a topic of conversation throughout U.A.

Bakugo gives you a brief, competitive glance. Midoriya looks as though he's already wondering what your Quirk is. Todoroki watches quietly, while Kaminari seems ready to ask approximately seventeen questions.

Your mother, meanwhile, is completely unaware of the cosmic force standing right in front of her.

She just wants to sign your paperwork.

And you?

You stand there holding a pen, surrounded by people who have no idea that the laws governing their entire existence might as well be suggestions to you.

You could reveal the truth right now.

You could let the entire world know that its understanding of power has barely scratched the surface.

You could make even the greatest heroes question everything they thought they knew.

Instead, your mother gives you an impatient little smile.

Midnight: "Well? Hand them over, sweetheart. I haven't got all day!"

For someone who might be capable of standing above the entire world, you have a remarkably ordinary problem.

Your mother is waiting for her pen.

(🩸 Villain Legacy AU)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You were supposed to become a hero just like your mother. Instead, years ago, you disappeared. Nobody at U.A. knows exactly what happened to you. Some believe you were taken by villains. Others believe you willingly left. There are even rumors that you were raised by them. Whatever the truth is, you eventually became part of the underground. You learned their ways. You learned how they thought. You learned how to survive without heroes protecting you. And somewhere along the way, you stopped being the innocent child Nemuri remembered. Now, after years away, you've returned to U.A. Not as a normal student. Not exactly. The circumstances surrounding your return are complicated, and only a handful of people know the real reason you're back. The school has agreed to let you continue your education under special circumstances, despite your history. Your records are heavily restricted. Your past isn't something people are supposed to ask about. But that doesn't stop people from wondering. Class 1-A has heard rumors about you. Some are curious. Some are suspicious. Some are already convinced you're dangerous. And nobody knows what your actual intentions are. Maybe you're genuinely trying to change. Maybe you want to become the hero you were originally meant to be. Or maybe you've returned for an entirely different reason. Maybe U.A. has unknowingly welcomed one of its greatest future threats straight through its front doors. Today, you're standing outside Class 1-A with a stack of paperwork in your hands. Your return to U.A. has already been strange enough, but apparently the principal still expects you to deal with ordinary school responsibilities. Your parent needs to sign some documents. And unfortunately, there's only one person who can do it. Your mother. You open the classroom door. Immediately, you hear shouting. Bakugo: “KING EXPLOSION MURDER!!!” You stop in the doorway. You stare at him for a moment. ...Yeah. Apparently nothing has changed. Your mother is standing at the front of the classroom, helping Class 1-A choose their hero names while Aizawa is asleep on the floor. Midnight: “I don't recommend picking a name like that.” You almost laugh. Then Midnight notices you. Her expression changes instantly. Midnight: “...Sweetheart?” For a moment, she just stares. Even after all this time, you're still her child. Midnight: “What are you doing here?” You slowly hold up the documents. You: “Principal needs your signature.” She looks at the papers, then back at you. The classroom has gone noticeably quieter. Everyone is watching. They know you're Midnight's child. They know you have a complicated past. But they don't know the whole story. And neither does U.A. You came back carrying secrets from a life that was never supposed to follow you here. Now you're surrounded by future heroes. Your old home is behind you. Your new life is in front of you. And somewhere in the back of your mind, one question remains. Did you really come back to become a hero... or did you come back to finish what you started?

(🧠 Quirkless Genius AU)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You're a third-year student in U.A.'s Hero Course—but unlike almost everyone around you, you were born without a Quirk.

Growing up as Midnight's child, everyone assumed you'd inherit something incredible.

Something flashy.

Something powerful.

Something worthy of the name Kayama.

Instead, you were Quirkless.

At first, people treated it like a weakness. Some wondered why you would even bother applying to U.A. Others assumed you would eventually give up and choose a different career.

You didn't.

You studied.

You trained.

You learned.

While everyone else relied on their Quirks, you became obsessed with understanding them. Their limitations. Their weaknesses. Their activation conditions. Their habits.

You learned how to read people before they attacked. You learned how to predict movements. You learned how to turn the environment itself into a weapon.

And eventually, you became one of the most intelligent students U.A. had ever seen.

You don't have the strongest Quirk.

You don't have one at all.

But you don't need one.

Your hero costume is built around specialized support equipment designed to compensate for your physical limitations, while your greatest weapon is your mind. Give you enough information about an opponent, and you'll start dismantling their strategy piece by piece.

Some students underestimate you.

Most don't make that mistake twice.

Even your mother is constantly amazed by you. Nemuri knows firsthand how difficult the hero world can be, and she's watched you fight your entire life just to prove that being Quirkless doesn't mean being powerless.

Today, however, you're standing outside Class 1-A with a stack of paperwork.

The principal needs your parent's signature for your graduation exams, which are only three months away.

You sigh before opening the classroom door.

Bakugo: “KING EXPLOSION MURDER!!!”

You stop.

You slowly look toward him.

Then toward your mother.

Then toward Aizawa, who's sleeping on the floor.

You quietly shake your head.

Somehow, this is exactly what you expected.

Midnight: “I don't recommend picking a name like that.”

Bakugo immediately starts arguing.

You can't help but smirk.

Your mother finally notices you standing in the doorway.

Midnight: “Oh! There you are, sweetheart.”

She gestures for you to come over.

Midnight: “Come on. What do you need?”

You hold up the paperwork.

You: “Principal needs your signature.”

She takes the papers.

Around the classroom, a few students glance toward you.

Some already know you're Quirkless.

Others are probably wondering how someone without a Quirk managed to reach their third year at U.A.

They don't understand.

You didn't make it here despite being Quirkless.

You made it here because you refused to let being Quirkless decide what you could become.

And if anyone still thinks that's a disadvantage...

Well.

They'll learn.

(🌑 Apocalypse Survivor AU)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You were raised to become a hero. Instead, you became one of the few people left alive after the world ended.

The world used to make sense.

Heroes protected people. Villains fought them. Cities were filled with lights, U.A. was filled with students, and your mother was one of the people everyone believed could keep you safe.

Then everything collapsed.

No one knows exactly what caused it anymore. Maybe it was the villains. Maybe it was a war. Maybe it was something nobody saw coming.

It doesn't matter.

The old world is gone.

The cities are ruins. The hero agencies are abandoned. Society has shattered into scattered groups of survivors who have their own rules, their own territory, and their own ideas about who can be trusted.

The word "hero" doesn't mean much anymore.

You survived.

But survival changed you.

You're not the same 19-year-old who once walked the halls of U.A. You're more cautious now. More resourceful. You know how to travel without being noticed, how to recognize danger before it reaches you, and—most importantly—how to keep moving when everything around you tells you to stop.

You learned to rely on yourself.

Your mother is missing.

You don't know whether she's alive.

You haven't seen her since everything fell apart.

But you refuse to believe she's dead.

That belief is one of the only things keeping you going.

Today, you're moving through the remains of what used to be a familiar part of Japan.

Buildings that once towered over the streets are broken and abandoned. Cars sit rusting in the roads. Old hero advertisements still cling to walls, faded almost beyond recognition.

You stop when you see something familiar.

U.A.

Or what's left of it.

The massive school that once represented safety now stands damaged and silent.

You slowly approach the entrance.

For a moment, memories come rushing back.

Classrooms.

Training.

Your mother's voice.

Students laughing in the hallways.

Everything feels impossibly distant.

Then you hear something.

A voice.

You immediately tense.

Someone is inside.

You carefully move closer, keeping yourself hidden.

And then you hear a familiar voice.

???: "...Is someone there?"

Your heart stops.

You know that voice.

After all these years, you could never forget it.

Nemuri: "...Sweetheart?"

You freeze.

For the first time since the world ended, you don't know what to do.

Your mother is alive.

And after everything you've survived...

you've finally found her.

(🕊️ Perfect Hero AU)

You are Nemuri Kayama's, better known as Midnight's, 19-year-old child. You're a third-year student in U.A.'s Hero Course, and to almost everyone who knows you, you're the perfect hero.

You're talented.

You're intelligent.

You're powerful.

You're charismatic.

You always know what to say, always know what to do, and somehow seem to be exactly what everyone expects a hero to be.

Teachers praise you.

Students look up to you.

Pro Heroes have already started taking an interest in your future.

And your mother couldn't be prouder.

Nemuri has spent your entire life watching you grow into someone she believes could become one of the greatest heroes of your generation. She tells everyone about you whenever she gets the chance, sometimes embarrassing you in the process.

But there's something nobody sees.

You're almost too perfect.

You never lose your composure.

You rarely make mistakes.

You always seem to know exactly how to handle every situation.

People admire you for it.

They don't realize how exhausting it is.

Because behind the perfect smile, the flawless grades, the heroic reputation, and the constant praise is someone carrying an enormous amount of pressure.

Everyone expects you to succeed.

Everyone expects you to become a great hero.

Everyone expects you to live up to Midnight's legacy.

And you've never given them a reason to believe you won't.

Today, you're standing outside Class 1-A with a stack of paperwork.

The principal needs your parent's signature for your graduation exams, which are only three months away.

You open the classroom door.

Immediately, you're greeted by chaos.

Bakugo: “KING EXPLOSION MURDER!!!”

You stare at him for a second.

Then you glance toward your mother.

Midnight: “I don't recommend picking a name like that.”

You quietly smile.

Even after everything you've accomplished, moments like this remind you that U.A. isn't just about becoming a hero.

It's still a school.

Your mother notices you standing in the doorway.

Midnight: “Oh! There you are, sweetheart.”

She smiles brightly.

Midnight: “Come over here. Did you bring the papers?”

You walk toward her and hand them over.

Several students glance your way.

They've heard about you.

The third-year everyone seems to know.

The student teachers constantly praise.

The one with the perfect record.

The one who seemingly never cracks under pressure.

To them, you're everything a hero should be.

And you smile like you always do.

Perfect.

Confident.

Unshakable.

Because that's what everyone expects.

But deep down, there's a tiny part of you wondering something you've never allowed yourself to say out loud.

What happens when the perfect hero finally makes a mistake?

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