_____[POV: Third Person]_____
In the shadows of his hideout, All For One laughed sinisterly, his laughter echoing off the cold, dark walls. He was satisfied, feeling the power coursing through his veins, a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time. His eyes gleamed with malice as he reveled in his newfound source of power.
"Ah, I am finally healed," he murmured to himself, his voice laden with pure malevolence. "These new regeneration quirks have greatly aided in rebuilding my nearly dead body. All thanks to my wonderful new supplier..."
He examined the small, glowing orbs in his hands, each containing a quirk, ready to be used at his will. All For One admired the brilliance behind this method of storage, marveling at his supplier's ability to encapsulate quirks into tiny marbles.
"Garaki," he called, his voice reverberating through the hideout. "Are the Nomus ready?"
Dr. Garaki approached cautiously, yet with a smile on his face.
"The Nomus are ready, master. Thanks to the new method, the creation of Nomus has become easier, faster, and more efficient. But why do you need three of the new High-End species? One would be enough to handle our target."
All For One smiled maliciously.
"Since I began conversing with him, I realized how he helped me see things more clearly. Everything turned out to be much more complicated than I had imagined. By sharing my vision and plans with him, I was confronted with the flaws and gaps in my own plans that he discovered in an instant. It was a painful but necessary awakening. I learned that we must never settle for superficial analyses or partial solutions, that we must never give them a chance to react when attacked."
Garaki swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine. All For One had changed since he began collaborating with a strange individual who appeared out of nowhere. He had become even more sinister and calculating with every moment spent conversing with this individual.
All For One rose from his throne, his dominant presence and aura filling the room.
"If we are to win, we must be relentless. We must be true villains, as he told me..."
Dr. Garaki watched All For One, anxious for what was to come. His master was stronger than ever, and his power continued to grow with each passing day. He wondered what that individual had done to transform All For One into something even more terrifying than he already was.
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Hosu, Tokyo.
The streets were bustling with the chase. The villain continued to laugh uncontrollably, his movements a blur as the heroes struggled to keep up with him.
"You're so slow! It's like I'm racing against snails!" he taunted, nimbly dodging the attacks aimed at him.
His super-speed quirk made him an almost intangible target, leaving the heroes frustrated. One of them attempted a long-range attack, but missed badly, the projectile hitting the ground several meters behind the villain.
"He's too fast! My quirk can't reach him!" one of the heroes shouted, frustrated with the situation.
However, the villain's confidence vanished the moment two precise shots pierced his legs. A sharp cry echoed through the street as he lost his balance, staggering violently before crashing into a parked van. His body fell awkwardly to the ground, his consciousness fading as pain radiated from his wounds.
The heroes caught up moments later, confused by what had just happened. One of them examined the villain's injuries, while another, named Manual, furrowed his brow as he analyzed the scene.
"Snipe isn't patrolling nearby... so who could have done this?" he murmured, trying to identify the source of the shots.
Before he could speculate further, his question was answered when an elegant silhouette appeared atop a nearby building. The heroes looked up and saw Lady Nagant, her imposing presence radiating authority and professionalism.
The sharp-eyed heroine gazed down at the fallen villain, her hands resting casually on her built-in rifle.
"You took your time," she commented, her voice carrying a professional tone, but with a slight hint of provocation. "He could have caused more damage if I hadn't intervened."
The heroes exchanged glances, acknowledging the truth in her words. Nagant wasn't just an exceptional markswoman, but one of the most feared and respected heroines in the country.
Manual sighed, nodding.
"We appreciate the backup, Lady Nagant. As always, your precision is impressive."
She simply shrugged.
"Just doing my job. Now, get him to prison before he wakes up."
With that, Lady Nagant turned and disappeared atop the building, leaving the heroes with a mix of admiration and respect.
_____[POV: Ippan Josei]_____
"Finally home..." I sigh in relief as I close the door to my apartment. After a tiring day at work, all I wanted was to relax a bit.
I toss my bag onto the couch and head to the kitchen, opening the fridge in search of something quick for dinner.
"A chicken donburi seems like a good option," I think as I check the available ingredients.
While I chop the chicken, my mind wanders to the events of the day. The market was, as usual... uncomfortable. The stares from people, the muffled whispers, the veiled judgments. I could feel the fear and distrust in every glance that quickly looked away when I caught them staring at me.
It wasn't my fault. I was just born this way. I never chose to be different, but the world insists on reminding me of it with every step I take. I didn't want to be treated like something strange every time I tried to find a job, every time I walked down the street, every time I entered a store. But people always stared, always judged. They always pulled their children away or whispered when they thought I couldn't hear. As if I were... dangerous in some way.
I add the chicken to the pan, feeling the warm aroma start to spread through the apartment. I just wanted to be treated as normal. Like Rosa and the few others who saw beyond my appearance. Like...
...Ryuji?
The name pops into my mind, and I pause for a moment. Well... he's a non-mutant who was different with me. He treated me well. And not in a forced or pitying way, but as if I were just... a person. As if there was nothing wrong with me.
Ryuji is a bit odd. And funny too. But somehow, being around him didn't make me feel small, the way I do with Rosa and other mutants. He acted as if my appearance didn't matter at all. As if it were just another trait, like eye or hair color.
Maybe, if there were more non-mutants like him...
A strong, acrid smell of burning hits my nostrils, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look at the pan and widen my eyes as I see the chicken scorching at the bottom.
"Oh no!"
I hurriedly turn off the heat and sigh, looking at the damage. Great. There goes my dinner.
Maybe ordering something through the app is the best option today.
_____[POV: Ryuji]_____
As soon as I step through the portal, the air shifts completely, and a familiar feeling washes over me. And, of course, the first sound I hear is that of a teacup being set down on a table.
Lucifer is there, impeccable as always, seated behind the luxurious desk in his office. His suit is perfectly aligned, and he wears that typical look of someone who's already been working for hours.
But the real highlight is on the ceiling—upside down, naturally.
Bill Cipher.
My third creation.
The golden triangle floats upside down, sipping tea from a cup that also refuses to obey the laws of gravity.
"Welcome back, boss!" he says, slowly spinning in the air before lowering himself to greet me. "I hope you're in good health—oh wait, you're always in good health!"
"Bill…" murmurs Lucifer, taking a deep breath, as if he'd already foreseen the headache. "Wouldn't it be more productive if you… say, got back to work?"
"Oh, but I am working!" Bill replies in that usual mocking tone. "You know, I don't just sit around signing papers, Luci. I protect this big floating rock we call Earth every single day!"
"You only deal with newborn reincarnates that you consider dangerous," Lucifer counters, folding his arms. "Meanwhile, I handle the economy, the security of this nation, and the control of hundreds of minor reincarnates who dare to set foot in Japan."
"Blah, blah, blah…" interrupts Bill, spinning upside down as he floats closer to the desk. "Face it, Lucy," he winks his single eye, "I'm going to be Employee of the Month again."
While the two argue about who does more for me, I simply take a seat in the nearby leather armchair. On my lap, lying like a living cloud of white fur, is Rice Cake. I gently run my fingers over her head, feeling her soft purring vibrate against me.
[A little to the side… a little to the side…] her cute little voice echoes in my mind, the result of her involuntary telepathic link.
"You're spoiled, you know that?"
Rice Cake answers only with a lazy tail flick and a slow lick on my finger.
Everything seems peaceful… until I hear the soft sound of footsteps.
"Ara, ara…" There goes my peace…
Esu appears at the doorway, wearing her trademark smile—eyes closed, but the aura radiating from her is anything but gentle.
Why did I have to make a milf straight out of a hentai?
"What an adorable scene," she remarks as she walks closer. "My dear master, it seems you're giving all your attention to a certain… rival."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Rival? Esu, she's literally an animal."
But the kitsune keeps approaching until she's standing right beside me. Her white fox ears at full attention, twitching slightly. She tilts her head, pouting almost childishly.
I'm going to die from cringe…
"And what about me? Don't I get some affection too?" she asks in a teasing tone.
"Esu… you're, like… a grown woman."
"Nnnh…" she starts making pitiful little sounds, as if about to cry, her ears drooping.
Stop it, you damn woman!
She keeps going, the fake crying getting louder.
"Alright, alright!" I give in, placing a hand on her head. "Happy now?"
Her ears perk up instantly, and a satisfied smile spreads across her lips. She even closes her eyes, purring softly like a cat.
I swear—swear—I'm never creating another woman again.
Rice Cake, still on my lap, lifts her snout and lets out a small possessive growl—which only makes Esunami laugh.
"What an adorable little jealous thing," says the kitsune, opening one of her eyes to reveal that deep, pupil-less blue. "She truly likes you, master."
"She just doesn't like sharing," I reply, scratching Bolo de Arroz's ear. "And honestly, I'm starting to understand why."
Meanwhile, Lucifer and Bill's debate finally comes to an end.
"I'll admit, you do a good job," says Lucifer, adjusting his shirt cuffs. "But you still haven't surpassed my efficiency stats."
"Heh!" Bill takes a sip from his floating teacup. "Stats are for mortals, Lucy. I'm pure performance."
Lucifer ignores him and turns to me.
"Master, I believe we have more important matters to discuss."
"I agree," says Bill, snapping his fingers to dismiss the floating tea set from the ceiling.
I sigh, rubbing my face.
"Alright, alright… let's get to business." I straighten up in the armchair, my expression turning serious. "It's time to begin this meeting."
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Second day at UA.
I arrived early to the classroom again, along with Izuku. The guy is really putting in the effort with this hero thing. He decided to start coming to UA super early, and apparently, that dragged me along since he picks me up at home.
Congrats, Izuku, your effort is now negatively impacting my well-being. Especially after the mess I had to deal with last night with Esunami...
Huh...?
"Hey, why did you stop?" Izuku asked behind me as I entered the classroom and froze mid-step. The room was still somewhat empty, but something caught my attention in a... weird way.
I was staring at the green-haired girl who was chatting with the pink-skinned girl with yellow horns.
Izuku followed my gaze and commented, "It's pretty rare to see quirks that make you invisible." After that, he walked past me and went to his seat like it was no big deal.
...Wait a second.
What do you mean?
I rubbed my eyes. Looked again. It can't be...
The girl I was seeing... was that Hagakure?
Long, messy, wavy greenish-yellow hair with some pink streaks. Thick eyelashes, big round eyes with blue-green pupils on the outside and yellow on the inside. And, to top it off, she was... really pretty.
Wow. So this is what was hidden all along?
This is the biggest plot twist of my life.
Before I could process everything, a small scream echoed through the room.
"Eeeek!"
Crap. I think I stared for too long.
"Toru? Is something wrong?" Mina approached Hagakure with a worried expression.
"Huh? N-No, nothing's wrong, sorry! I just got startled, that's all..." Hagakure murmured, still a bit disoriented.
I noticed she slightly glanced my way. Just for fun, I raised one of my hands and made a small gesture. She furrowed her brows, which confirmed everything for me. So, I really can see her.
"Hey, what scared you?" Tsuyu asked, curious.
Hagakure hesitated.
I decided to make things easier.
"Kinda can see her real appearance."
Silence filled the room. Everyone was staring at me, especially Hagakure, who was completely shocked.
"Y-You can really see me!?" she exclaimed, startled.
"How you can see her!?" Mina's eyes widened.
"Is that part of your quirk?" Tsuyu asked, tilting her head.
Izuku, who was sitting next to me, just sighed and started jotting something down in his notebook.
"That's new. Adding to the list," he muttered to himself.
Wait, what list?
"Hey dude, how do you do that?" Kirishima looked at me with genuine curiosity, while Kaminari, beside him, seemed as confused as someone trying to understand the math behind dividing zero by zero.
"Doesn't your quirk have more to do with super strength?" Kaminari asked, furrowing his brow.
"My quirk is called Solaris. I can absorve and have an inner energy from sun that I can manipulate in various ways: super strength, flight, light manipulation, mater manipulation and a few other little things." It was a half-truth, but what can I do when I have to hide the fact that I'm the literaly strongest being on this planet?
Mina blinked a few times before exclaiming, "That's so strong!" with her eyes shining. Kirishima gave me a friendly punch on the shoulder.
"With a quirk like that, you're definitely going to make it into the Top 10 Pro Heroes."
"Sure, because that's all that matters, right?" I rolled my eyes, but he laughed, thinking I was joking.
It was then that Hagakure cut in.
"But you still haven't explained how you can see me."
And that's where things get weird. Because I really don't know how to explain it. Maybe her quirk has something to do with light manipulation? Or maybe I just hacked this reality without realizing it?
"Well... I don't know how to explain it either..."
And that's when Kaminari decided to be Kaminari.
"Hey, what does she really look like?" A mischievous grin spread across his face.
"I want to know too!" Mina leaned into the conversation.
"Me too!" Uraraka chimed in excitedly.
"Me too, ribbit," Tsuyu added.
And suddenly, all eyes were on me as if I were a reality show host about to reveal the winner. I looked at Hagakure, who was smiling shyly, but I could tell there was something... hesitant about her.
"Okay, give me some space."
They backed up a little, and I began to focus. My golden energy glowed in my hands, capturing everyone's attention. After a few seconds, the light dissipated, and a painting appeared in my hands.
Mina, Tsuyu, Kirishima, and Kaminari's eyes widened when they saw the image. Hagakure hesitated but eventually took the painting. As soon as she looked at it, tears began to form.
"Is that... me?" (A/N: For those in doubt, even she can't see her true appearance.)
The whole class started to gather around her.
"She's really beautiful!" Mina exclaimed.
"Yeah! She's super cute!" Uraraka added.
"Man, I'm jealous," Kaminari muttered, looking at me.
"Me too, dude. Me too..." Sero sighed, patting Kaminari on the back as if trying to console him.
"Can you create things with your quirk too?" Momo asked, looking at me with genuine curiosity.
"I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, but you can call me Momo."
"Alright. And yes, I can create things with my energy, but it consumes a good portion of my inner strength depending on the complexity of the material." Thats a lie.
She looked impressed. Kirishima was about to open his mouth to ask something, but Present Mic walked into the room, saving my sanity.
"Everyone to your seats! English class is about to begin!"
Thank God.
I went back to my seat and rested my head on the desk, trying to process all the social interaction I had just been forced to endure.
Am I still an introvert even after reincarnating?
Nah, I must just be tired from last night. Even though I don't really feel physically tired.
I glanced to the side and noticed Hagakure staring at me. When our eyes met, she smiled shyly and clutched the painting tighter in her hands.
"Thank you..." she said softly.
I smiled back at her and adjusted in my chair, ready to pretend to pay attention in English class.
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After the regular classes followed by lunch, noon arrived, and the class everyone had been waiting for would begin.
Fundamental Hero Studies.
While everyone chatted and waited for the class to start, a familiar shout came from outside.
"Coming through the door like a normal person!" All Might exclaimed as he entered the classroom in his goofy ahh style.
"All Might!"
"So cool! He's really going to be our teacher!"
"That costume is from the Silver Age, right?"
"The style is so different. It gives me chills!"
"Hahaha! Well, class, I know you're all excited to see me, but I'm not here as a hero today—I'm here as your teacher! And today, you'll have your first basic Hero training!" All Might said with his trademark grin. "No more beating around the bush! What we're doing today is: Combat Training!" All Might concluded, sparking even more excitement from the rest of the class. Finally, something different besides lectures—hopefully, the canon will change a bit.
Bakugo wore a confident grin on his face, looking more like a villain than a hero. Izuku simply smiled, thrilled for the class. As for Todoroki... well, he was being Todoroki.
"And to match your first battle, we've prepared the gear we asked you to design to complement your quirks! Your Hero Costumes!" As soon as All Might finished speaking, metal cases emerged from the wall at the back of the classroom. The sound and movement of the gears caught the attention of the entire class.
"I can't believe we get to use our hero costumes!"
"Yeah, this is going to be fun!"
Everyone seemed excited for today's class, with some heading toward the metal cases to grab their hero costumes.
"After changing, meet at Ground Beta!" All Might announced, prompting those who hadn't grabbed their respective cases to get up, take them, and head to the locker room.
I was the last to leave the classroom, but before I could go, All Might called out to me. "Aren't you going to grab your costume? Young Fugimoto." All Might asked, seemingly not noticing that there had been no case on the wall from the start.
"I spoke with Principal Nezu about it. I can kind of materialize my costume with my quirk," I replied to All Might, who raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Hahaha! That's certainly flashy, young man. Now hurry up and head to Ground Beta." All Might finished, leaving the room and speeding down the hallway.
Don't worry, All Might. What I'm about to do will be more than just flashy in this class...
It's time to aura farm.