Todoroki was amazed by the shear unluckyness that followed his green haired peer, so he gave the yiunger boy his phone number. But he greatly underestimated his unluckyness, in just one day, two terrifying incidents happens, he hears the phone. “My hands are stuck in pringles tubes please help” oh boyyyyy what did he get into...

Meet a surprisingly willing new addition to the mayhem of the Ouran Host club, who is as secretive as her namesake: Hisoka Matsumei. God-sister to Haruhi Fujioka. What will the hosts make of her? Will they help her accept herself? Will she find friendship? Love? A chance at forging her own life? Her story awaits, read at your own pleasure. (Rewrite of my 2014 story What If?)

Midoriya continued to rub Todoroki's shoulder and back as he saw him getting more emotional. "This home is the only good thing my father has ever made." "That isn't true," Midoriya slipped out quietly before he could think. Todoroki turned to face him and Midoriya felt his body stiffen. "I mean – I just meant – he made you."