MHA: The Bullseye
A lonely, unemployed, anti-social and autistic teenager was doomscrolling while crossing the road, then truck kun showed up and isekai'ed him into the world of My Hero Academia.
Here's the catch: He has the quirk like Bullseye's power from Marvel universe. Basically, he has an aimbot, he throws random shits, and random shits hit targets from a light-year distance away.
Killing a house fly with a paperclip? Easy peasy
360 no scope US president John F Kennedy on a moving car? He can do that with a pistol instead of a scoped sniper rilfe whilst taking a piss at the same time.
Carlos Harthcock, Chris Kyle, Simo Hayha and in this universe:Lady Nagant, none of them can be on the same level as the Bullseye.
Watch as he rises to become the greatest hero ever. And watch him "shooting his shots" with the baddies to get himself a harem(I'm planning to get Lady Nagant, Mirko and Mount Lady first, but more suggestions are always welcomed).
First time writing fanfic, give any criticisms you want, it's highly that I ain't bothered to read them anyway(haha, just kidding, I will read them all).
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“Most of the intelligence organizations don’t believe he exists, the ones that do call him “The Bullseye”. He’s responsible for dozens of assassinations caused by impossible long-range kills that defy any existing physical logic. Hell, even I couldn't ever dream of matching his unholy precision.”, Lady Nagant with a grim voice.
“A sniper better than you? I ain't buying it.”, Hawks said.
“2 years ago, I was on an international mission to hunt down a high profile villain group working with corrupted American heroes, organizing mass drug trafficking in the Caribbean sea routes . My team, a scout to gather intel, and a spotter to aid my sniping. The mission turned disaster, my scout was compromised by an enemy’s tracking quirk.
We unleashed suppressing fire, desperate to carve an escape but…. "the Bullseye" was there.
One crack and a bullet took my spotter’s head clean off. His skull blew apart, bits of bone, blood and brain hitting me like hot rain, sticking to my skin. I retreated to reposition for counter sniping—one of the worst mistakes of my life. He shot me through the cover wall before I could get a chance to aim at him.”
Lady Nagant paused, her hand trembling just a bit as she gripped the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, exposing the nightmare etched into her flesh: a massive, jagged scar that snaked across the left side of her belly, crisscrossed by crude stitch marks that pulled the skin tight in uneven ridges, as if some butcher had sewn her back together in the dark.
Hawks soon realized he wanted to take back his words about doubting her.
"14.5×114 mm - Ukrainian anti-tank cartridge. The body armor saved me but its fragments still sliced through my belly like a razor knife and toasted 2 of my ribs. I was the only one returned.”