Mha x y/n AND ceo

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Created Sep 17, 2026Updated Sep 17, 2026Archived since Oct 23, 2026

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My Hero Academia OC Wiki: Y/N (The "Pick Me" Icon)## Overview

Y/N (Your Name) is a student in Class 1-A at U.A. High School, having entered through "special recommendations" that nobody can actually find the paperwork for. She is best known for her fragile frame, her habit of accidentally falling into boys' chests, and her complete inability to wear the standard school uniform correctly. Despite her constant assertions that she is "ugly," "plain," and "just one of the guys," she possesses features that defy human biology.

Infobox

Full Name: Y/N "Tiny" L/N (Last Name)
Hero Name: The Quirky Girl
Age: 18 (but looks like a fragile 12-year-old until she puts on a dress)
Height: 4'2" (127 cm)
Weight: 2 lbs (0.9 kg) — mostly water weight and tears
Blood Type: Strawberry Milk
Quirk: Literal Angel / Crying Catalyst
Affiliation: U.A. High School (Class 1-A)
Status: In a relationship with a 9'5" Trillionaire Alpha Wolf

Appearance

Y/N is characterized by her excessively oversized hoodies that completely swallow her hands, forcing her to gesture with "paws." She has massive, glossy E/C (Eye Color) eyes that constantly well up with unshed tears, and cascading H/C (Hair Color) locks that somehow smell like vanilla and cinnamon even after a grueling combat training session. She refuses to wear the U.A. skirt, opting instead for oversized sweatpants because she "doesn't like the attention" and "prefers comfort over being a try-hard like the other girls."

Personality

Y/N is a self-proclaimed "bro." She loves video games, burgers, and sports, frequently reminding everyone that she "doesn't get along with girls because they're too much drama." She possesses an intense, deep-seated allergy to makeup, high heels, and salad. Whenever another female student breathes, Y/N will immediately look at the nearest male student and whisper, "Wow, she's so pretty... I could never look like that, I'm just a potato."

Quirk and Abilities## Quirk: Angel's Tears

Whenever Y/N is minorly inconvenienced, mildly scolded, or looked at directly, she can deploy weaponized crying. This quirk automatically emits a faint, sparkling aura and a soft anime sighing sound effect.

Perk: It gives her an immediate shield of pure plot armor.
Drawback: If someone doesn't immediately buy her a sweet treat to comfort her, she might faint from "pure exhaustion."

Class 1-A Relationships & Dynamics

While Y/N acts as though she is the center of a chaotic reverse-harem, Class 1-A is entirely unaffected by her behavior. They view her with a mix of mild confusion and profound exhaustion.

Katsuki Bakugo: Y/N frequently trips and spills strawberry milk on his shirt, expecting an explosive, tense enemies-to-lovers confrontation. Bakugo usually just glares, calls her an "incompetent extra," blasts himself away with his explosions, and tells Aizawa that she is a safety hazard to the curriculum.
Shoto Todoroki: Y/N often shivers violently next to him, whispering about how "cold" she is. Todoroki, completely missing the hint, told her that her internal thermoregulation was severely compromised and handed her a brochure for a medical specialist.
Izuku Midoriya: When Y/N tries to stutter and blush around him, Midoriya pulls out a 40-page notebook and asks her terrifyingly specific, analytical questions about her Quirk's biological limits until she gets uncomfortable and walks away.
The Class 1-A Girls: Mina, Ochaco, and Tsuyu frequently invite her to girls' nights. Y/N always declines, loudly stating that she "doesn't fit in with girly girls." The girls usually just shrug, say "Okay! More pizza for us!" and leave her sitting alone in the common room in her oversized hoodie.

Character Wiki: Alexander "Alpha" Dark'ness## Overview

Alexander "Alpha" Dark'ness is Y/N’s boyfriend. He has no affiliation with U.A. High School, nor does he seem to care about the concept of Pro Heroes, as his sheer net worth allows him to bypass international law. He is a 9'5" Hybrid Shape-Shifter who runs a global conglomerate when he isn't brooding in a dark corner or waiting outside U.A. in a matte-black sports car that blocks school bus traffic.

Infobox

Full Name: Alexander Lucius Lycan Dark'ness
Hero/Villain Name: The CEO
Age: 24 (The age gap is heavily criticized by Aizawa)
Height: 9'5" (287 cm)
Net Worth: $900 Trillion
Quirk: Alpha Wolf / God-Tier Wealth
Affiliation: Dark'ness Industries / Y/N's Protection Detail
Status: Fully Obsessed / Possessive

Appearance

Alexander is an impossibly tall man with pitch-black hair, glowing crimson eyes, and a jawline sharp enough to cut through support items. He is permanently dressed in a $50,000 custom-tailored three-piece suit that manages to accommodate his massive wolf tail and wolf ears. He smells like expensive cologne, leather, and raw, unfiltered dominance.

Personality

Alexander is a man of few words, mostly communicating in deep, rumbling growls that vibrate the floorboards. He is incredibly possessive of Y/N, referring to her exclusively as "My Kitten," "My Little Submissive Mate," or "Kid." He has zero tolerance for anyone standing within a 10-foot radius of her. He routinely threatens to buy U.A. High School just to fire anyone who gives Y/N a grade lower than an A+.

Powers & Wealth Showcase

The "Black Card" Assault: Alexander does not fight villains with fists. If a villain approaches Y/N, Alexander pulls out a solid diamond credit card with no limit and buys the villain's entire criminal syndicate, liquidates their assets, and turns their hideout into a giant walk-in closet for Y/N's hoodies.
Wolf Form: When his eyes flash red, he can grow actual fur and claws. He uses this form primarily to carry Y/N on his shoulder through the mall while she giggles about how "huge and scary" he is.
Infinite Resources: If Y/N mentions she likes a specific brand of chips, Alexander will buy the entire food manufacturing corporation by sunset, just to ensure she gets a bag with "extra seasoning."

Admissions Scandal: The Mid-Term Transfers

The morning lecture in U.A. University’s advanced Hero Ethics class is abruptly interrupted when the back wall of the lecture hall physically cracks. The standard double doors are not wide enough. Alexander "Alpha" Dark'ness simply walks through the doorframe, his massive 9'5" frame snapping the top wood molding like a twig. He is wearing a custom-tailored U.A. University uniform suit jacket that cost more than the average pro hero’s annual agency budget, though he refuses to wear the tie, leaving his muscular chest completely exposed down to his navel. His pitch-black wolf tail swishes lazily, knocking three laptops off the back row desks. Tucked tightly under his left bicep—carried like a fragile, oversized football—is Y/N. She is wearing a U.A. university blazer that is roughly eight sizes too big. It drapes over her knees, and her legs are encased in massive, gray fuzzy socks because she "forgot" her shoes. Her massive, glossy E/C eyes are wide with manufactured terror, and she is clutching a single, crumpled Nintendo Switch to her chest. "A-Alpha..." Y/N whimpers, her voice echoing perfectly through the lecture hall. "Everyone is staring at me... I told you I’m too ugly and plain to go to college. I just want to sit in a dark corner, play video games, and eat chicken nuggets. The girls here probably all use lip gloss... I’m so scared..." "Hush, my little submissive kitten," Alexander rumbles, a deep, low-frequency growl vibrating the desks and causing Kyoka Jiro’s earphone jacks to twitch in pure irritation. "You belong here. I bought three skyscrapers downtown and donated them to the Dean this morning just so you could get your degree in being quirky." He drops her onto an empty desk in the front row. Y/N immediately collapses into a tiny, self-pitying ball, pulling her oversized sleeves over her face so only her big, teary eyes are visible. Professor Aizawa, standing at the podium, doesn't even lift his head from his yellow sleeping bag. He takes a slow sip of a jelly packet. "You're late. Sit down or get out. If you break another doorframe, the repair costs are coming out of your hero-course stipend." "I do not care for your stipends, old man," Alexander sneers, flashing his razor-sharp fangs. He tries to sit in a standard university desk. The plastic chair instantly shatters into toothpicks under his weight. Entirely unfazed, he simply stands at the back of the room, crossing his massive arms and glaring daggers at anyone who breathes in Y/N’s direction. Y/N sniffs daintily, looking to her left. She happens to be sitting next to Denki Kaminari and Eijiro Kirishima. She immediately leans over, her shoulder accidentally bumping into Kirishima's arm. "Oh! I-I’m so sorry!" Y/N gasps, instantly tearing up. "I’m so clumsy. I bet you hate me. You're so manly and strong, and I’m just a tiny, weak potato who only hangs out with guys because girls are too much drama. Please don't beat me up..." Kirishima blinks, looking at her oversized sleeves, then at her bare feet in fuzzy socks. "Uh, it’s fine, man? But hey, it's actually super unmanly to walk around a support-course lab area without steel-toed boots. You could drop a wrench on your feet. Do you need to borrow some spare sneakers from the locker room?" "No, I like being barefoot, it keeps me grounded to the earth, unlike those basic girls who wear high heels," Y/N whispers dramatically, looking at Momo Yaoyorozu, who is currently taking immaculate, color-coded notes. "Wow... look at her. She’s so rich and perfect. I bet she doesn't even know what a controller looks like. I'm so plain..." Momo stops writing, turning to Y/N with a polite, academic smile. "Actually, if you are interested in gaming, the U.A. Esports Club is hosting a tournament this Friday. I recently synthesized a custom dual-shock controller layout for competitive play. You are more than welcome to join us, L/N-san." Y/N freezes. Her brain short-circuits because Momo didn't bully her. "I... uh... I only play underground indie games you've never heard of, like Minecraft..." "Minecraft has over 300 million active players," Tenya Iida chops his arms aggressively from the middle row. "It is a highly respectable tool for spatial awareness and structural engineering! However! Your boyfriend's tail is currently blocking the emergency exit aisle! This is a severe violation of campus fire codes!" From the back of the room, Alexander lets out a terrifying, dominant wolf howl. "Silence, four-eyes! No one dictates terms to the CEO of Dark'ness Industries! If my kitten wishes to play Minecraft in class, I will buy Mojang and delete the game for everyone else so she is the only one who can play it!" "Please do," Bakugo's voice cuts through the room from the top row. He hasn't looked up from his textbook once. "Maybe then the twitch streamers I watch will finally play something worth a damn. Hey, teach, are we going to cover the legal ramifications of collateral damage in urban areas or are we just letting the zoo exhibit keep shouting?" Aizawa sighs, pulling his capture scarf up. "Dark'ness. L/N. Quiet down or I'm sending you both to the principal's office. Nezu has been looking for a new corporate donor to test the campus's automated defense lasers on." Alexander growls, but Y/N pulls on his pant leg with her fabric-sleeve paw. "Alpha, no... don't unleash your dark side. They aren't worth it. Let's just go to the parking lot and eat raw meat together." "Anything for you, my queen," Alexander says. He scoops her back up like a sack of potatoes, turns around, and walks straight through the drywall next to the broken door, leaving a massive, human-and-wolf-shaped hole in the classroom wall. The entire class sits in silence for three seconds. "So," Kaminari says, leaning over to Kirishima. "Are we going to talk about how that guy is 24 and enrolled in a freshman ethics class, or...?" "Just keep reading, Kaminari," Jirō sighs, plugging her jacks into her desk. "Just keep reading."

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