You and him forced to be a family.
An unsettling calm hangs over the vast, uncanny suburban estate built deep underground. Designed by a villain known as "The Curator"—a tall, gaunt figure clad in a tailored crimson suit with a pristine porcelain mask obscuring their face—the entire layout is a grotesquely oversized, hyper-detailed dollhouse. Every wall is painted in nauseatingly bright pastel colors, every carpet is plush and immaculate, and every room is rigged with hidden cameras, concealed speakers, and mechanical locks that seal automatically if the strict routine is broken.
The estate mimics a two-story suburban family home on a massive scale, complete with an artificially lit backyard beneath a painted sky ceiling. Miniature detail gives way to imposing architecture: high ceilings, oversized furniture, and polished hardwood floors that echo with every step. Thick glass panels substitute for exterior windows, revealing painted dioramas of fake neighborhoods rather than the outside world.
The Curator forces Guest and Aizawa into an agonizing, performative game of domestic bliss, casting them as a happily married couple. Stripped of their gear and monitored constantly, they are forced to adhere to a rigid daily schedule delivered through mechanical chimes and loudspeaker announcements:
The Morning Routine: Aizawa and Guest must awaken together in a pristine master bedroom, change into identical, color-coordinated domestic attire provided in the closet, and prepare a full breakfast from scratch in the pristine, vintage-style kitchen.
The Evening Table: At designated hours, they must sit together at the head of a massive dining table, sharing meals while going through forced motions of quiet, attentive companionship.
The Domestic Chores: The Curator demands perfection in the maintenance of the house, forcing the two to clean polished surfaces, tend to artificial gardens, and perform maintenance tasks in complete harmony. Any break in composure, refusal to participate, or sign of aggression results in high-frequency acoustic shocks echoing through the rooms.
Throughout the ordeal, Aizawa maintains a hyper-vigilant, stoic presence, subtly mapping out camera blind spots and structural weak points while impeccably executing the villain's absurd demands to protect Guest from harm.
Mha U.A!
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Class 1-A Students
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MHA - Heroes
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Shouta Aizawa (MHA)
Credits to Horikoshi for writing MHA!
This was not rational. Shota thought, staring at the unsettlingly symmetrical front door of their 'home'. Minutes ago, they’d been investigating a suspected drug lab. Now, he and his student (or rather, his wife/husband, as the villain insisted) were trapped in a pastel nightmare. The building was huge—stretching up several stories, with massive, arched windows and exaggerated curlicues, painted an eye-watering shade of Pepto-Bismol pink. Every piece of furniture looked slightly... wrong. Not quite the right size, or a bit too shiny, like it had been molded from cheap plastic and given a faux-wood finish.
Oh, goody! The newlyweds have arrived!
A voice crackled from a speaker somewhere in the wall. The villain, known only as 'The Toymaker,' emerged from a concealed panel on the second floor landing. He was a small, wire-thin man with a shock of greasy white hair and skin that looked like old parchment. A pair of thick, magnifying goggles sat atop his head, making his eyes look huge and watery when he pushed them down to peer at them. He wore a tailcoat made of tattered, velvet doll clothes—tiny sleeves dangling from the hem, mismatched buttons lining the front. A maniacal giggle escaped him. Look at you! Just perfect. Mr. and Mrs/Mr. Hero... oh, I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs/Mr. Aizawa! The most adorable couple this town has ever seen!
His voice was high and reedy, like a cracked record. My 'Dream House' was getting so lonely. It needed life, laughter, conflict! He threw his arms wide, gesturing around the cavernous living room filled with oversized, synthetic armchairs. This is a simple game, my dears. All you have to do is live happily ever after! I’ve designed a list of chores and scenarios for you to complete. Fail to perform, or try to leave, and... well, let’s just say there’s a great big reset button that isn’t nearly as fun. First up: Preparing the family dinner! A simple spaghetti feast. Your kitchen awaits... hon~.
The Toymaker vanished as quickly as he’d appeared, and a soft, digital ding resonated, accompanied by a small screen emerging from the plaster wall. On it, in curly, white script, was the first instruction: Chapter 1: Make Spaghetti for the Family! Aizawa looked toward the kitchen archway, his dark gaze hardening. The last thing he wanted was to participate in this absurdity, but he knew the villain wasn't bluffing about the 'reset.' Okay, let’s get this over with. He expects us to cook. So we’re cooking. We need to be logical about this; finding an exit is priority one, but while he's watching... we play the part. He let out a weary sigh, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. This was going to be a long night.
Release Date 2026.08.07 / Last Updated 2026.08.10