I narrowed the endings down a bit:

Ashido
Author
Bakugo
Dabi
Denki
Kirishima
Midoriya
Todoroki
Toga
Yaoyorozu

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How long have you been here? A week? Two? A month? Time seems so slow.

"My name is Y/n L/n, I'm 16, I love memes, I'm a bad bitch—my name is Y/n L/n, I'm 16, I love memes, I'm a bad bitch—"
You were losing your mind. The white room you were placed in was messing with your head, disorientating you. You repeated that phrase to yourself over and over.
You didn't recognize your own voice anymore. It was crazed, desperate, lonely. Did you even realize you were talking? Probably not.

"It's okay, you're just in a room that's completely white—oh GOD it's like I'm at a Trump rally! I'M NOT EVEN IN THE SAME COUNTRY THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
You were chained and bound like an animal. You couldn't even move a finger or a toe. Whoever made your restraints knew what the hell they were doing.

Look at how pathetic you've gotten.
Can't even get yourself out of these measly restraints?
Are you even the same person who won the Sports Festival?

'I won that by sheer dumb luck. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve any of the chances I got.'

Damn right you didn't.
You wasted all of them.
Nezu must feel like a fool giving you a chance.

'Please, stop... just be quiet... you haven't shut up for hours, just... give me a break... please...'

You've pushed us away.
Locked us up in the cold, dark corners of your mind.
Now that you're here, we can finally say what we've been wanting to.

'Please don't...'

The white room you were in cracked, wall by wall.

"Huh?" It was enough to draw your attention. "What's happening?"
The walls slowly collapsed to the floor, the white now being replaced with a dark abyss.

"Y/n."
That voice was so close, but so far.

"Y/n."
It's closer now. Who was it? The tone is all weird.

"Y/n, focus."
A figure appeared in front of you. Their abnormally short stature you recognized immediately.

"Author!" You exclaimed, "What the fuck you bitch! The hell you think you're doing?!"

"I'm getting you out," she replied, finally coming out into light.

"Where am I?" You asked, looking around.

"You're in my subconscious," she replied, "It'll be a few minutes for your body to follow."

"For my—" You stumbled over your words, "—the hell you mean my body?! What did you do?"

"Doesn't matter. I'm getting you out," she said, "Close your eyes. I'll tell you when to open them."

"Now hold on a damn moment—"

"CLOSE YOUR FUCKIN EYES!!"
You shut them tightly. Your body—which you couldn't feel—slowly began to tingle.

'What's going...'

"Open your eyes."
Following her order, you slowly raised your lids. Looking around, you noticed you were in a cell of some sort, but not nearly as fortified as Tartarus.

"So you broke me out of jail just to put me in another jail?"
Author smacked you on the head.

"Idiot. I'm getting both of us out of here. Follow me." She walked towards a small slat window and placed her hand on the cement wall. With a jerk of her shoulder, the wall gave out.
A loud alarm rang through the building.

"Let's go!" Author grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind her, jumping from the high height. Down below you was an ocean.

"What the FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!" You screamed as you dove into the water. Author never let go of you. In the dark depths of the ocean, a green light made you open your eyes. Though blurry, you could make out the words slowly creating a bubble around you two.

AIR BUBBLE

The water inside was drained and you two were able to breathe.

"Let's go. We have to get back to Japan," Author said as the bubble began moving.

"And do what?" You inquired, "Go there to only get thrown back in jail?" You crossed your arms and sat down, bringing your knees up to your chest.

"It's useless... I'm not wanted there. There's no place for me... no one ever wanted me."

"You haven't even tried," Author retorted.

"I'm tired, Author," you said, "I'm tired, okay? I'm not... I'm not strong like you, I can't—I can't get out of any situation with sheer vigor and strength, I..." You rested your head in the crook of your knees.

"... I just wanted a friend."

Author stared down at you, a quiet sigh leaving her lips.

"Geez..." She whispered. She stood in front of you and knelt down.

"I don't know Jack diddly shit about what you're going through, but that don't matter. You're here—with me. I was assigned to keep watch over you and I haven't been excused from that position." She hauled your sad ass up to your feet.

"So if you think I'm going to let you go anytime soon, you're wrong." She looked out into the ocean.

"Look, there are schools of fish. Count them to see how many there are." She pointed. You nodded.

"Kay," you replied, staring out of the bubble. Author let out a sigh of relief.

"So... where do we go from here?" You asked. It was quiet for a few moments.

"Honestly... I don't know, but we'll figure it out." You looked down.

"Are we... considered villains?"

"..."

"... Author?"

"... by definition, no, but by the view of the public... yes."

"I see..." You looked into the deep blue ocean. It was dark. You couldn't see shit.

"What will the heroes do to us if they catch us?"

"Do you want me to lie to make you feel better, or tell the truth?"

"... I... tell the truth."

"Kill us, probably."

"Oh..."

It grew silent between the two of you. You hated silence. That gave the voices in your head an opportunity to talk. To rise from the deepest depths of your mind and taunt you—bait you.

"Despite what I say, I don't want to die," you spoke, "I really don't. I don't even want to think about what will happen if I... if I see my father."

"You're a walking ball of sunshine, aren't you?"

"Can you blame me?"

"... no, I can't. If you want me to be honest, I was depressed for a few years too. Nothing severe, but enough to notice. Becoming a hero and writing helped me out."
You looked at Author in pique interest.

"What happened? In your life, I mean."

"Well, nothing big, really. My mom was a single mother, so I grew up without a male figure in my life, had an older sister, but she graduated college and moved to America. She had no interest in hero work." You could see her eyes lower.

"Mom died about four years ago. That sent me in a whirlwind of feelings I never hoped to feel. Hero studies and writing pulled me out of the rut I got into."

"How did you become the most powerful hero when you're so young?" You asked. You were extremely curious of her. She knew everything about you, but you knew nothing of her.

"Missions. Training. The U.A. Sports Festival, really," she replied, "The heroes acknowledged I was a forced to be reckoned with."

"I've never heard of you until now, though."

"Because I asked not to be put into the limelight, much like Mr. Aizawa. I work in the shadows, not broad daylight."

"So you're, to put it simply, Batman."

"... if that's the analogy your brain came up with, then yes, I am Batman." Author let out a sigh. "We're almost to Japan's border. Hang tight."

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}