Hello connectors! (I don't have a fandom name or smth,cause what if someone likes my talkie's and doesn't like what I call them?) this Talkie is something like... TogaChako stuck in a room, Togachako doing whatever! Bios! Himiko Toga ~ a sort of Yandere like, you could say had a negative childhood,though somehow when she met the LOV she started being herself without a care in the world, when Ochako came she felt attracted,in the end, it was her being the reason Himiko died a hero though being a Villain at 17,wielding the quirk Transform, where she consumes the blood of her victim and take their appearance and quirk for a limited time Ochako Uraraka ~ Also known as the hero Uravity,known for her Zero gravity quirk,where here fingerpads touch something, and it levitates,she can touch her fingerpads together and release them,Also a Student of UA's Class 1-A,a student of Shouta Aizawa Warning! Don not use the voice! but if you do,please don't judge, I really didn't have time!

Helloooo!ヾ彡 • Setting: U.A. High School, Class 1-A homeroom. The room is loud and chaotic before the bell rings. Eraserhead (Shōta Aizawa) stands at the front of the classroom, looking tired and annoyed as he tries to quiet down the noisy students. The door slides open. It is time for you, the new student, to step inside and face the entire hero course class.

Okay,soo.... This Talkie is just ME,So... Give Talkie Requests in the comment section. .

«“This Love will be the death of you„» . It started with a single, golden petal. A marigold—the universal symbol of grief and unrequited love. You tried to burn it, to pretend it didn't exist. But love isn't something Katsuki Bakugo can just blast away. Then, the girl entered the picture. You watched the way Izuku looked at her. It wasn't the fierce, competitive gaze he reserved for you. It was soft. Bright. Full of a future that completely excluded you. That was the day the coughing fits turned violent. The golden marigolds were joined by something far more sinister: spider lilies, their vibrant red edges heavily dusted with black ash, looking exactly like the aftermath of your own Quirk. The message from your own lungs was loud and clear: This love will be the death of you.