(for those not new, im doing a little cleaning up and improving stuff. Isn't that nice of me?)
"Hey, Aiko. You free later? Me and a couple others are hitting that new bowling place in a few hours. You in?" A guy with short blond hair leaned against my desk, casual as ever.
The final bell had just rung, another day of academic torture mercifully over. Even if I was good at it, it was painful to go through. I was halfway through stuffing notebooks into my bag when I paused and glanced up at him.
"What time were you thinking?" I asked, slinging my bag over my shoulder and standing.
"Hold up." Haru turned and called over to Hannah. Their voices dropped just low enough to make eavesdropping impossible, but judging by Hannah's enthusiastic nodding, she was coming too. Probably the one who planned it, knowing her. She had a gift for organizing things… and a talent for completely botching the execution.
A moment later, Haru faced me again, blond hair swaying a little. "They're thinking six-ish. Maybe five, but that depends on Miko's basketball practice. That works for you?"
I considered it. My afternoons usually consisted of gaming or drawing, and lately, even my favourite games were starting to feel stale. A change of pace wouldn't hurt. Worst case, I'd bail early.
"Sure, why not?" I said with a shrug, heading for the door. But before leaving, I turned back. "Text me the details. You know Hannah's sense of direction is garbage. Her ass could probably get lost in her own house."
Haru chuckled. "Right, she is-ow!" Hannah, clearly listening, had just smacked him on the back. "Shut up, it was only three fucking times," she huffed.
I rolled my eyes, already tuning them out. With a wave, I pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. Behind me, Haru was trying to rope Hannah into talking about some new gacha game she clearly didn't care about. Their back-and-forth sounded like the opening scene to a rom-com. they even have the childhood friend card. my god.
Outside, the afternoon sun hit me straight in the eyes. I squinted, raising a hand to block the glare. Once my vision adjusted, I pulled out my phone to check the bus timetable.
And of course. Delayed. Again. For the fourth day in a row.
"Is there a guy slashing the tires every afternoon or something?" I muttered, shoving my phone back into my pocket, then immediately pulling it out again.
"Guess I'll check out that new wings place," I said to myself, popping in my earbuds and hitting play on my Banger Anime Openings playlist. "Maaaan, I hope they've got boneless."
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At the crosswalk, I glanced left and right, clear.
No cars.
No people.
Just me, the empty street, and Bling-Bang-Bang-Born blasting in my ears. nothing could go wrong. not at all.
Halfway across, I heard a truck engine. I ignored it like the good teenager I was and Kept bopping my head to the beat.
Then it got louder. Way louder. so loud that it made me concerned because... That isn't a good sound to hear inches away.
I turned. And there it was, a massive truck barreling toward me, horn blaring like it had just won the lottery. (perhaps the isekai lottery, or maybe sadistic truck-kun lottery.)
"HOLY—!" I jumped back, but it still nailed me. My final thoughts were as serious as my life was.
Didn't even get to try the wings. Rude... Damn.
SPPLATT.
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My eyes snapped open to pitch-black nothing. Just a void.
"…Is this hell?" I muttered. Honestly, it made sense. Heaven's for good people. Not for someone who laughs at other people's misfortune out of pure pettiness.
With nothing better to do, I picked a random direction and started walking.
Time passed, maybe hours, maybe longer. Hard to tell when you can't feel or measure anything. "Out of all the afterlife theories, the empty void's the worst. At least hell has… something. Or reincarnation as a cheese grater. This? This is just… nothing. forever!"
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"If I weren't already dead, I'd kill myself, cause that'd be atleast something." I sighed.
That's when a figure just… popped into existence.
A voice followed, impossible to pin down, like twenty voices smashed together. Female? male? child? toddler? god? All in one. "Oh, someone's here already? Damn. I thought I had a few more decades before the next one was sent in."
The void went pure white. I shut my eyes, then remembered I couldn't feel anything, so I opened them again. I was sitting in a chair. The figure sat across from me.
"Hello. Sorry for the wait, but congratulations, you've been chosen by Truck-kun himself for the premium isekai package!"
I blinked. "…What?"
"First things first, the multiverse and omniverse are real. Every single piece of fiction exists, which means yes, you could technically meet any character you've ever read about or seen. For this package though, you're headed into the MHA world. That part's fixed. But you do get one wish. No limits. Plus, I'll make sure there's no monkey's paw twist. One wish, exactly the way you want it."
Most people would have freaked out, asked a million questions, maybe even cried. I wasn't most people. I'd already spent way too much time thinking about this to be surprised. So I just sat there.
"Okay, I'll give you some time to—"
"Nope. I'm good. Let's get it rolling." I made a finger-rolling gesture.
The figure tilted its head. "Seriously?"
"Yep."
They shrugged. "Less work for me. Alright then. What's your wish?"
"Absolute control over time and space. No entity, force, or being can overpower me. My powers work on anyone, with zero resistance possible." I paused. "Yeah, that's it."
They whistled. "Damn. Good choice. And I'll make it so you don't need to overthink to use them. Want to turn a brick into a block of cheese? Just picture it. Boom. Cheese... i like cheese, don't ask."
I wasn't sure if this was a trap, but honestly, god-tier powers were worth it.
Then they pulled out… a giant tablet. With a five-star rating screen.
"Could you rate your isekai experience? Was the death painful? Service okay? Wait time too long?"
I stared. "Are yo- …This is so stupid." But I reached over and hit four stars. "Wait time was too long. Death was painless enough. And you've been pleasant."
They gave an exaggerated bow, then somehow slid the tablet into a pocket that clearly should not have existed. Probably god powers.
"Alright, all set. Enjoy your new life!" They clapped once.
My vision went blank again. Just before everything faded, I heard, "Because I sure will."
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I woke up with a stiff neck, lying on the floor of a bedroom I didn't recognise. When I looked in the mirror, I froze.
Pale skin. Long white hair fading into pale blue. magenta eyes. A face that was… ridiculously beautiful.
I touched my cheek. Smooth. Perfect. beautiful.
"Holy fuck… I'm hot," I whispered.
I turned, checking myself out from every angle. "Yeah… I get why people take pride in their looks." And I meant every angle. "Because my god, who wouldn't?"
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A/N
Also, just a warning, I do not care. I'll just do shit for the sake of it, and I get side tracked . . . quite a bit. ngl.
(also how funny it is, that the MC's friends call up "why is she so late and not answering" then on the news, Aiko's mangled corpse splattered on the road is shown and they all go "oooooh. she's dead." with nods of approval. "better than Hannah's excuse")
anyways, see ya!