okay, I just want to ask a Hero name for MC, should it be Sovereign or something unique. I was also considering using Sentry name.
If yah have suggestions then tell me.
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At Aldera Junior High School, the classroom buzzed with energy as the homeroom teacher lazily flipped through his notes. He adjusted his glasses with a sigh, clearly uninterested in actual teaching.
"Alright, class, let's be honest—you're all aiming to be heroes, right?" he said with a chuckle, tossing his papers onto the desk.
"No need to waste time talking about other careers when we all know only a handful of you will actually make it. But hey, you've got spirit, and that's what counts, right?"
The class erupted in cheers, some students proudly declaring their future hero names.
But Soren? He barely paid attention.
Seated in his usual spot, his muscular form made the standard school desk seem almost too small for him. Broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and defined arms hinted at the superior Viltrumite genetics that set him apart from mere humans. His sharp red eyes glanced around the room with boredom.
'This fool is just stroking their egos. He doesn't care about shaping future heroes—he just wants an easy paycheck.'
A scoff brought his attention to Katsumi Bakugou, who leaned forward, her fierce crimson eyes locked onto his.
"Tch. Like hell I'm gonna let some extras think they stand a chance. Soren, I'll be right beside you when we dominate out there!" she declared, smirking with confidence.
Izumi Midoriya, sitting beside her, clutched his arm, her emerald eyes filled with admiration.
"You don't need to listen to this weakling of a teacher, Soren," she whispered, her voice dripping with devotion.
"You're already beyond them. I know it. We know it."
From behind, Toga Himiko giggled and rested her chin on his shoulder, her golden eyes gleaming with obsession.
"Soooooreeeeen~! It's so cute how these extras think they can compare! You're ours, and we'll be the ones at your side when you take what's yours!" she purred, her grip tightening possessively.
Soren allowed a small smirk, appreciating their words far more than the teacher's nonsense. These women were his, his loyal warriors, his future queens. Unlike the rest of these idiots who blindly worshipped the idea of heroism, his women understood reality.
He glanced at the teacher, who was still rambling about spirit and effort, then turned back to his devoted women.
"The only thing that matters is power," he murmured, low enough that only they could hear.
"And soon, everyone will understand that."
Their eyes lit up with excitement, their love and devotion to him deepening.
They didn't just want to be heroes.
They wanted to be his.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another meaningless school day, Soren stretched his arms, his muscular frame making the motion seem effortless yet commanding.
Immediately, Katsumi, Izumi, and Himiko flocked to his side, their eyes filled with anticipation. Itsuka Kendo, already waiting outside the classroom, beamed at him, her cheeks dusted with a faint blush.
"Soren~!" Himiko whined, clinging onto his arm.
"Let's do something fun today! I wanna spend more time with you!"
Katsumi scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Tch. Like hell you get dibs, psycho. We're all going with him."
Izumi nodded eagerly, wrapping herself around his other arm.
"Soren deserves a break after putting up with those weaklings all day. A date sounds perfect!"
Itsuka stepped forward, twirling a strand of her vibrant orange hair.
"Then it's settled! We'll go to the mall. It's been a while since we had a proper date with our man, right?"
Soren chuckled at their excitement. He loved how devoted they were to him, how their worlds revolved around him. It was only natural.
"Alright," he said, his deep voice making their hearts race.
"Let's go. I'll treat you all today."
The four girls lit up, practically dragging him out of the school.
The group strolled through the bustling shopping center, Soren effortlessly standing out among the crowd. His broad shoulders and powerful frame drew stares from both men and women alike, though his girls paid no mind to the envious glances.
"Oooh, look at this!" Himiko pointed at a bloodred dress in a boutique window.
"Think I'd look good in it, Soren?"
He smirked and pulled her close, his hand resting on her waist possessively.
"You'd look beautiful in anything, but I do like the color."
Himiko practically melted against him, her golden eyes gleaming with affection.
Izumi grabbed his hand, tugging him toward a café.
"Soren, let's stop here! I wanna feed you something sweet~!"
Katsumi rolled her eyes but smirked.
"Like hell I'm letting her hog you. If anyone's feeding Soren, it's me."
Itsuka giggled, looping her arm through his.
"Come on, we can all take turns."
Soren relished their attention, enjoying how fiercely they competed for his affection. He wasn't just their boyfriend—he was their king, their everything.
They spent the day trying on outfits—each girl showing off just for him, hanging onto his arm as he walked, and stealing affectionate touches whenever they could. He made sure to shower them with attention, knowing they craved his approval.
As the day ended, Soren pulled them all close, his arms wrapped around them.
"You all belong to me," he murmured, his voice deep and possessive.
"And I'll make sure you never forget that."
Their faces flushed, eyes filled with love and devotion.
"Of course, Soren~!" Himiko purred.
"We live for you," Izumi whispered.
"We'll do anything for you," Itsuka added.
"And we'll be by your side forever," Katsumi finished. Soren smirked. Everything was going exactly as planned.
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Time passes by, As Soren strolled through the familiar streets, he found it almost boring without his girls by his side. They had schoolwork to finish, and while he respected their diligence, he would've preferred their company.
'Tch. I guess I'll head home for now,' he thought, hands tucked into his pockets.
But then—
SPLASH!
A disgusting, slimy mass of sludge erupted from a nearby alley, lunging straight at him!
"AHHH, A STRONG HOST! YOUR BODY IS MINE, KID!" the Slime Villain cackled, its amorphous form stretching toward him.
Soren's eyes narrowed.
'Pathetic.'
The moment the slime tendrils shot toward him, he moved—blurring out of sight in an instant. The villain's attack missed completely, striking empty air where Soren had stood.
"WhWhat the—?!"
Soren reappeared behind the creature, his massive fist swinging forward like a cannon.
BOOM!
The impact ripped through the villain's sludgelike body, sending its semiliquid form splattering across the pavement.
"GAHHH!" the villain howled, desperately trying to reform.
Soren didn't give it a chance.
With terrifying speed, he grabbed what seemed to be the villain's 'core'—a denser lump of sludge housing its consciousness.
"WWAIT! DON'T—!"
Soren tightened his grip, but rather than crushing it, he smirked.
'Hmm… I have a better idea.'
His eyes scanned the area before landing on a discarded water bottle lying near a trash bin. With one hand, he grabbed it, unscrewed the cap, and in one fluid motion—
SHLOOP!
He shoved the core inside, forcing the rest of the villain's body to compress into the container. The sludge squirmed and writhed, muffled cries coming from inside as Soren tightly sealed the cap.
The bottle bulged slightly, but the villain was completely contained.
'There. Nice and tidy.'
Just then—
A gust of wind blasted through the street.
"FEAR NOT, FOR I AM H—!"
All Might's booming voice rang out—only to cut off midsentence.
His smile wavered slightly as he took in the sight before him:
Soren stood there, casually holding a water bottle filled with a struggling Slime Villain.
"...HUH?" All Might blinked.
Soren smirked and held the bottle out. "Here. I figured you were looking for this guy."
All Might slowly took the bottle, staring at it as the slime squirmed inside.
"YYou… captured him like this?"
Soren shrugged. "Seemed easier than letting him splatter all over the place."
All Might was speechless for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter.
"BAHAHAHA! YOUNG MAN, YOU'RE SOMETHING ELSE! MOST WOULD'VE PANICKED OR ATTACKED RECKLESSLY!"
Soren simply smiled, but said nothing.
Then, All Might's expression turned serious.
"That being said," he said, crossing his arms,
"You used your Quirk in public. I understand you were stopping a villain, but it's against the law to fight without a license."
Soren forced a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head.
"I couldn't just stand by and let him attack people. If I have the power to help, isn't it my duty to do so?"
All Might's eyes softened slightly at the words.
Soren pressed forward.
"I want to be a hero that doesn't hesitate. Someone who can protect everyone, no matter the situation." His tone was firm, unwavering, as if he truly believed in the ideals he spoke.
The words weren't for himself—they were for All Might.
A hero like him—so obsessed with ideals—wouldn't be able to ignore a student with such 'conviction.'
All Might studied him for a moment before nodding.
"That's a good mindset to have, young man," he said, his deep voice carrying approval.
Soren hid his smirk.
'I got him.'
All Might wasn't fully convinced yet—but this was the first step.
As the hero prepared to leave, he paused.
"By the way, young man, what's your name?"
Soren met his gaze directly.
"Soren Oda."
All Might nodded thoughtfully before leaping away.
Soren watched him disappear, his smirk returning.
'One For All… is as good as mine.'