"I'm here to save Midoriya-san from the curse!" she said casually.
Izukyu tried his best to look her in the eyes, not wanting to accidentally glance where he shouldn't.
Who was she? What was going on here? A girl whose name he didn't even know had just fallen from the sky and was seriously saying that she had come to free him from a "curse." The only reasonable thought that came to mind was that she was talking about "multiple choice." But Izuku didn't consider it to be one, and he certainly didn't believe in any kind of curse.
"Midorija-san?" the stranger called softly, patting him lightly on the cheek. And then, as if nothing had happened, she lowered herself... right onto his chest, settling into a W-position.
"Huh?" was all he managed to say, blinking in confusion. Only now did he realize that he was standing (or rather, lying) in his underwear and shoes... with a girl sitting on top of him. And not just any girl, but a beautiful one. Stunning. And clearly not Japanese — white, almost porcelain skin, large blue eyes, fluffy golden hair and... a figure that, as they say, girls are willing to kill their rivals for.
Izuku felt a loud click! in his head — and he slapped himself sharply on the forehead.
What the hell was he staring at a stranger for?
"Um... could you please get off me?" he managed to say, feeling his ears burn.
The stranger obediently got up and took a step back.
Midorija gathered his thoughts, slowly stood up, dusted off his knees, and brushed the dust off his shoulders with his palms. The girl watched him like a cat, tilting her head slightly to one side. Her gaze was attentive but without any embarrassment — as if she saw nothing unusual in what had happened.
Izuku forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to sort out the chaos in his head. The situation remained... strange, to say the least. His "Absolute Choice" had somehow resulted in a girl falling from the sky who, according to her, wanted to help him get rid of his "curse." Not knowing what to do, Izuku decided to ask her directly.
"Um... listen," he began cautiously.
"Yes?" A strand of hair sticking out of the top of the girl's head twitched slightly, as if responding to his voice.
"What did you mean by 'curse'?" The only guess that came to his mind was his "multiple choice."
He remembered when all this madness with multiple choices began, and he immediately went to see a doctor. The examination showed nothing — no changes, no abnormalities. From a medical point of view, he remained the same "unremarkable" guy... except that his life had turned into a series of crazy choices.
"I'm talking about the Absolute Choice," she replied calmly, as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.
"Ah, so I guessed right," he thought, but immediately felt his chest tighten.
"But... who are you?" he asked a little louder than he had planned.
Her smile faded. The girl stared at him for a few seconds without blinking, and something incomprehensible appeared in her gaze. Izuku shuddered involuntarily. She slowly tilted her head even further and, frowning slightly, scratched the top of her head with her index finger, as if she herself was thinking about his question.
"My name? What was it again?" She frowned, as if trying to pull a long-forgotten word out of her memory. "What's my name?"
"What?" Izuku blinked, staring at her blankly, thinking he had misheard her.
"It seems that when I fell, I hit my head pretty hard... and lost some of my memories. It's like amnesia," she said in a carefree, almost cheerful tone, as if she were talking about dropping a pen on the floor.
He looked skeptically at the spot where she had landed. When she fell, he had clearly seen her in a bridge position, and her head had definitely not touched the ground. The asphalt beneath his feet was marked by four dents that perfectly matched the position of her hands and feet. There was no sign of her head hitting the ground. What's more, the girl herself didn't have a scratch or bruise on her, and even her strange chocolate-brown clothes were as good as new. "A power quirk? Defensive?" the thought flashed through his mind. But he decided that now was not the time to dwell on it.
"So you don't remember your name?" he asked.
"No," she replied with a sincere smile.
Izuku sighed resignedly.
"I see..."
"But don't worry, I'm as calm as a boa constrictor," she said with complete seriousness.
"...
"So you can call me Boa," she added and nodded contentedly, as if she had found a brilliant solution to the problem.
"Listen, it's not..." he began, but fell silent when a loud rumbling sounded in the silence.
At first, he thought it was a stray cat howling, but he quickly realized it was her stomach growling. The girl looked at him as if nothing strange was happening.
Sighing, he took off his backpack, rummaged inside, and took out a chocolate bar.
"Here, take it," he said, handing her the chocolate.
At the sight of the treat, her face lit up so brightly that it seemed as if it would start glowing. A strand of hair on her head came to life, twirling from side to side like a happy dog's tail.
"Oh! Chocolate!" she exclaimed.
A smile involuntarily touched Izuku's lips, but it disappeared immediately when the girl, without even reaching out her hand, simply leaned over and took the chocolate with her teeth right out of his palm.
The boy froze like a statue, feeling the warmth of her breath and watching her bite off a good half of the bar. His face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato. He tried to say something, but his brain was blank.
"I love chocolate," she said with her mouth full, blissfully closing her eyes.
Her smile stretched from ear to ear, and in the next moment she clapped her hands with a serious look on her face.
"Chocolate!" she exclaimed, as if she had just solved an ancient mystery of the universe.
"What...?" Izuku blinked, completely confused.
"That will be my name."
"But... you can't call yourself that," he managed to say.
She frowned and asked with sincere confusion, "Why?"
"She's asking me that?!" Izuku groaned silently, looking at her with the expression of someone who no longer understands what is going on around him.
He was already squeezed like a lemon: first Kachan, then a run-in with a villain, and now this... a strange girl falling from the sky, eating chocolate straight from his hand and deciding that was her name.
Now all he wanted was to get home, lock himself in his room, burrow under the covers, and read heroic fan fiction. And if inspiration and his muse struck, maybe he'd finish writing a chapter of his own. Come to think of it, when was the last time he posted a new chapter?
"It's just... people don't name themselves after food," he said cautiously, returning from heaven to earth.
The girl thought for a moment, then her face lit up with a new idea.
"How about the French version — Chocolat?"
(Explanation: in Japanese, "chocolate" sounds like チョコレート — "Shokoreto." In French, it's "Chocolat," less commonly "Chocola." Japanese doesn't have the letter "L," so they use 'R' instead, which sounds like "Shokora." But since the anime used "Chocolate," let's stick with that.)
"Shekora?" he asked.
"Yes! How do you like it?"
"Hmm... okay, let's go with that," he reluctantly agreed.
Since she lost part of her memory, maybe that's why she's acting so strange. But he hoped that at least something important remained in her memories.
"What do you remember?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.
"This," she replied without a shadow of a doubt, "taking care of Midoriya Izuku."
Izuku blinked in confusion.
"Take care of... me?" He pointed to his chest, as if to confirm that she was talking about him and not some other guy with the same name on the other side of Japan.
"Yes," she nodded confidently. "My head is a mess, but I remember that clearly."
The situation was becoming increasingly strange...
"But... why?" he asked, confused.
"Ask God," she said, pointing casually at the sky.
Izuku looked up, then looked back at her.
"Um... are you joking, Chocolate-san?"
"No," she replied with complete seriousness.
He was about to say something when his phone suddenly vibrated loudly, blaring a dramatic opera tune throughout the neighborhood.
"That must be him calling," Chocolate remarked calmly.
Izuku rummaged through his bag and took out his phone. The screen displayed a single word: "God." He sighed resignedly and, praying that it wasn't some prankster or scammer, answered the call.
"Hello?"
A cheerful, almost playful male voice came through the speaker:
"Hi there! God here."
"Um... hello..." Izuku replied cautiously.
"Well, how do you like my curse of absolute choice? Do you like it?"
"Actually... no," he said dryly, mentally adding, "Who could possibly like this?!"
The situation was becoming increasingly absurd. The voice, which sounded more like a morning radio show host, did not associate him with the image of a powerful deity. It was difficult to believe his words.
"I see you doubt that I am really God," the voice said with feigned offense. "Well, what would you say if I did... this?"
At that very moment, the phone emitted a strange, unpleasant rattling sound, and Izuku's body was pierced by an inexplicable sensation—as if a heavy, warm pressure had swept over him. He suddenly felt a weight on his chest that had never been there before, and for some reason his underwear began to tighten, as if they had shrunk in size...
He slowly lowered his gaze... and froze.
"Wh-what the...
He had... female breasts. Real ones.
With trembling hands, he cautiously touched them and felt the skin spring softly under his fingers.
"R-real..." he breathed, completely thrown off balance.
Not only that, but they were quite voluminous, firm, yet soft, and very pleasant to the touch...
Izuku jerked his hand away as if he had been burned and automatically turned on the front camera.
On the screen, an incredibly beautiful woman in her thirties with long, smooth, green hair streaked with black glances back at him — just like his mother's. Her sharp, expressive eyes in the reflection were filled with the same shock as his own.
He touched his face — the woman on the screen repeated the movement. The feeling of smooth, soft skin was real.
— ...
The phone went back into his bag in a flash. He stared blankly at his new, clearly female body. When he realized what had happened, he...
"WHAT THE HELL?!" he yelled so loud that the echo probably reverberated throughout the neighborhood.
"What is this?! What the hell is happening to me?!"
Is this... is this a quirk?! He spoke incoherently, but even through his panic, he managed to analyze the situation. "If this is a quirk that can change my body, then... how deep does it go?" He was already measuring himself with his eyes, as if he were about to write a scientific report. "If my genes have changed, then my physiology has changed..."
That means I literally became a woman, and an older one at that. I look about ten years older. Wait! If the cells responsible for aging have also changed, then...
He began to babble, completely lost in his own thoughts and completely ignoring the phone, which rang again with the name "God" on the screen.
"Hey," Chocolate couldn't take it anymore and leaned over and grabbed him by the chest without hesitation.
"Huh?!" Izuku jerked, abruptly interrupting his train of thought. His cheeks flushed as if he were about to fry an egg on them.
He stared at her, completely forgetting what he was going to say.
"Gently..." Chocolate remarked calmly, pressing her fingers lightly.
"S-stop!!!" he cried, jumping up and down on the spot.
"Chocolate... w-what are you doing?!" he stammered, blushing even more.
"Calm down, Midoriya-san, someone's calling you," she replied calmly, still not removing her hands.
He finally noticed the frantically vibrating phone, took a deep breath, and answered.
"Is this... a whim?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"Are you seriously asking this of an all-powerful god?" a mocking voice came through the phone.
Izuku suddenly realized that he had slipped into his usual analytical tone and quickly apologized:
"I'm sorry..."
"Well, do you believe now that you are talking to the omnipresent God?" the voice continued.
"Y-yes..." he nodded, as if his interlocutor could see him. "And... can you please give me back my body?"
"Are you sure?" The voice rang with laughter. "Look at yourself!
Now rich men will hang on you, showering you with gifts and fulfilling your every whim.
"No way!" Izuku snapped.
"How about... a collector's edition, ultra-limited edition with your favorite Almighty? " The voice became insinuating. "With a personal autograph."
"Great move..." he thought grimly, but said aloud, "I'll still refuse."
Suddenly, a translucent panel flashed before his eyes with the words:
Choose:
[1. Remain a juicy MILF for the rest of your life.
[2. Shout out a meme phrase from JoJo.]
He didn't hesitate — he pointed at himself with his thumb.
"You thought it was Izuku... but no! It was me, DIO!" he barked to the entire courtyard.
"Izum, what are you doing?" Chocolate frowned, but immediately recoiled when she saw his body literally return to its male form before her eyes.
Without wasting a second, he looked down and... checked his "dignity."
"Phew... everything's in place," he exhaled with relief and brought the phone back to his ear.
"All right, enough joking around," said God. "Let's move on to your curse."
"I'm listening," Izuku nodded, tilting his head slightly toward the phone.
Chocolate came closer, craning her neck to hear the conversation.
"To remove the curse, you need to complete missions or tasks... Right... what's next..."
Izuku could have sworn he heard someone rustling paper and turning a page.
"Yeah... it says here that you'll get hints... or something like that..."
It wasn't his imagination after all. He frowned.
"Wait... you're reading the instructions for my multi-choice game, aren't you?"
"Yeah, you guessed right," God confirmed without a hint of shame.
Izuku looked up at the sky with a completely blank expression on his face. "He's making fun of me..."
"Listen, Izuku, don't be offended," God continued. "You see, the last person in charge didn't tell me anything."
"Then ask her!"
"I can't," he said with feigned regret. "She's on maternity leave and has become a hikikomori."
"What?"
"Well, you know... she had an affair with one of the gods. She accidentally got pregnant. Then that god's wife found out, showed up at her house... and started a fight.
"Are you serious?" Izuku asked incredulously.
"Absolutely. Oh, it was the battle of the century! It's not every day you see two goddesses beating each other with frying pans and throwing lightning bolts right in the hallway," said God with genuine admiration.
Meanwhile, Chocolate stared at her phone as if spellbound.
Izuku's eye twitched as he listened to this stream of divine... nonsense.
"During the fight," God continued, "one of them accidentally threw a bottle of alcohol out the window. I think one was just aiming at the other. The alcohol spilled onto the clouds, dripped onto the ground... And, bang, people started acting weird.
"What?" Izuku gasped, unable to believe his ears.
"Well, yes, the divine alcohol turned out to be very... transformative," God explained casually. "We had planned to fix everything, of course, but, you know, no one was particularly eager to do so."
It would have been better if Izuku hadn't known that. Now all he could do was mentally pity all the scientists who had spent decades racking their brains over the origin of the quirks... and all the believers.
"What happened to the former manager of my... this... multichoice?" he asked, still hoping to hear something sensible.
"Oh, well, she just got her face washed," God cheerfully reported. "After that, she went into hiding, locked herself in her room, and turned into a hikikomori. It's almost impossible to contact her."
"That's..." Izuku couldn't find the right words to describe it all.
"By the way!" God suddenly perked up. "It says here that you've been assigned an extremely useful assistant."
"Assistant..." Midoriya repeated hollowly, already understanding where this was going.
He slowly turned his head toward Chocolate, who was happily twirling a strand of hair on her head like an antenna.
"I'm sure she'll come up with something," added God.
Izuku found that hard to believe. Very hard. He clenched his fists, feeling irritation begin to boil inside him.
"This is some kind of circus!"
Midoriya had never felt such anger overwhelm him in his entire life.
It boiled inside him, intertwining with confusion, indignation, and resentment, mixing into a heavy, nauseating cocktail of emotions. His heart pounded as if trying to escape from his chest, his hands trembled, and his thoughts were confused into a shapeless noise.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to throw something at the wall. He wanted to hit something. To break something. To wipe everything around him into dust.
"You..." he forced out, his voice ringing with steel, poisonous as snake venom. "Do you bastards even understand what you've done?!"
He broke into a scream. Loud. Sharp. So loud that Chocolate involuntarily recoiled, looking at him with fear and confusion.
"All this... because of you!" The words came out in bursts, as if he were suffocating from his own rage.
"If it weren't for you... my father would still be here. My mother wouldn't have to live with the guilt of giving birth to me, a freak! I wouldn't be despised like a leper! There wouldn't be any of this freakish shit!" Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he didn't notice. "You just sit there in heaven... and you don't give a damn how many people your 'divine accident' is destroying! If it weren't for you... Kachan would still be my friend!"
Anger suffocated him. His head was burning, his hands itched to do anything to drown out the adrenaline rush. Unable to bear it any longer, he bolted from the spot.
"Wait!" Chocolate cried, but he didn't even turn around.
He knew the place. A great place to scream, break things, and tear them to shreds until the anger burned out.
***
The chocolate bar stood on the edge of the dump, all this time not daring to intervene. For half an hour, she had been watching Izuku, clutching a rusty pipe in his hands, methodically smashing an old TV set. Each blow echoed with a hollow sound that conveyed anger, despair, and pain. He wasn't just hitting the TV—he was hitting all the weight he had been carrying.
And only when his strength finally left him did he throw the pipe aside and sink to his knees, then slowly sit down in the sand. He was breathing heavily. He was hunched over.
Chocolate slowly approached and sat down next to him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Midorian-san..." she said quietly.
He looked up, and his eyes reflected deadly fatigue, as if he had lived another life in the last half hour.
"Chocolate..." he exhaled, then lowered his head. "I'm sorry... You shouldn't have seen that."
She gently squeezed his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"...Yes," he replied, barely audibly.
Trying to distract him from his dark thoughts, Chocolate asked a question:
"What is this place?"
Izuku raised his head and replied a little slower than usual:
"Dagoba Municipal Beach. There wasn't this much trash here before... But the current started bringing waste here, the locals didn't want to pay for cleaning, and now this place has turned into a dump."
"I see..." she replied quietly.
There was silence for a few seconds. Chocolate bar fiddled with the edge of her clothes, not knowing how to continue. She didn't want to hurt him with her words, but silence seemed wrong.
"Everything will be fine," she finally said, trying to sound confident.
"I'm sure you'll complete your missions and get rid of the curse."
"It's not the curse!" Izuku snapped unexpectedly.
She flinched and took a step back, but he immediately looked away and muttered guiltily:
"I'm sorry..." I... He exhaled loudly, as if pushing the last remnants of anger out of his chest. "I just felt... hurt."
"Why?" she asked softly.
Izuku slowly raised his eyes. In her blue gaze, he saw neither pity nor contempt, only a quiet, genuine desire to understand and help.
"All my childhood, I wondered why I didn't get a quirk," he began, his voice growing quieter, but heavy with emotion. "I used to live for that dream — to become a hero. To be someone I admired. But when they told me I wouldn't get a quirk... everything changed. My father left. My peers started teasing me. And the person I once considered a friend... stopped being one.
"Are you talking about Kachan?" she asked cautiously.
Izuku fell silent for a moment, pressing his lips together, then nodded.
"But why?" asked Chocolate, genuinely puzzled. In her mind, friendship was supposed to be something eternal.
"It's all because of the quirks," he replied quietly. "He got a really powerful ability, and everyone started praising him, thinking he was special... And I guess that's why he became like that. Maybe that's why he stopped talking to me.
Sometimes I wonder: what would have happened if quirks didn't exist? Would we still be friends? Or... at least no one would remind me how useless and worthless I am."
He spoke, and with his words came long-held pain. The resentment he had hidden for years finally found an outlet.
It was the first time anyone other than his mother had listened to him like that — without ridicule, without arrogance, without pity. Yes, he could have told his mother everything... but he didn't want to add to her problems. To those around her, she was already "the woman who gave birth to a freak." He didn't want to make it any harder for her.
"But you're not like that," Chocolate said quietly.
"That's what other people think."
"And all that just because you don't have a quirk?"
"Yes..." His voice sounded tired.
Chocolate fell silent. She didn't know what to say, but she felt she couldn't leave him like that. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out, gently took his head in her hands, and carefully laid it on her lap.
"Hey..." Izuku jerked slightly, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"Shh," she shook her head slightly, not letting him get up.
Her hands were warm, and her knees were soft and comfortable. For some reason, he didn't want to resist at all, so he exhaled quietly and closed his eyes. For the first time in a long time, he felt that someone was there not to judge or pity him... but simply to comfort him.