56CR: Were you expecting this fic to be updated? Yeah? Well, I'm glad, cuz' here it is. In case you were hoping not, then tough shit.
In all seriousness, I'm planning to work on Game Time next with Hatter, but I don't know when it'll be updated.
So, 100 Faves with over 150 Follows with just one chapter. I'm not gonna lie, I'm stumped by its reception so far, and that you all like this fic and want more. I wanna tell you guys of the things that are to come, but that would be spoilers, and often than not, it's not really fun.
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So, here is more of "A MHA/SI Clusterfuck as Minoru Mineta"
If you're wondering what the title means, the answer is simple.
I've got my Quirk now, but just because I have one doesn't mean I could just twiddle my thumbs until UA rolled around.
Class 1-A was filled with titans, especially the likes of Todoroki Shoto, Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku (Well... I guess Yaoyorozu Momo is one herself, but those confidence issues and her penchant for over-preparing made her position more of a technicality. Plus, if I'm being honest, she's overrated). If I wanted to be at the very top, to go beyond the bar set by those three (again, Momo is not included for the previously stated reasons) then I needed to work my Quirk until it was, comparably speaking, on par with theirs. Not to mention building up a solid set of skills to compliment it.
[Pop Off] takes the spotlight as a capture Quirk, but outside of that, there wasn't really any combat potential, save one thing: Momentum.
Even in Canon, Mineta knew how to make use of it… at least by the Joint Training Arc, but I wanted to weaponize it even before that; no way in hell was I going to chuck balls at random until my head's a bleeding mess, no sir. If anything, my goal was to get to the point where I could make split-second calculations on the fly during high-speed movement, sort of like a Gran Torino.
However, not only would that require some pretty significant brain power to pull that off, I'd need some really superhuman dexterity to maneuver my body mid-bounce, while simultaneously keeping track of both what I needed to throw my balls at, what not to hit, and where to land.
Before that though, there was one problem standing in my way.
My balls weren't all that elastic at the moment. Kid Mineta's head-orbs had just slightly more give than a standard basketball by my estimates, and I could only assume that through constant use (or maybe just plain age) they'd become more elastic-y.
I hoped it was the former. I'd hate to hit 50 and have saggy balls.
But I have an easy way to work on it. Baby steps, is what they say. As for what these baby steps are? Still, I was going to operate off the assumption they'd improve with training, which meant I had to train.
As I was doing right now!
"Woohoo!" I shouted as my feet slammed against a purple sphere, trampolining me high (read: about three feet at max) into the air.
Falling back to the ground, I landed right on another ball and bounced again, this time deliberately throwing myself into the wall. Well-placed spheres cushioned the impact, and my body bounced (mostly) harmlessly off the rubbery walls as I slowly bled off the speed I'd acquired from my hippity hops.
See, I never actually thought about how kids would use their Quirks back when I was simply a watcher of MHA. All I really knew was Bakugou liked using Midoriya for target practice, Endeavor was probably using "fatherly" words of encouragement like "You're an excellent tool" on Shoto to motivate him to train, and I was sure Momo was learning how to literally shit bricks wherever she was right now.
As such, I'd come to the conclusion that Mineta's Quirk was the best, at least for kids to have. Why?
Free bouncy castles!
No longer did I need a father with a steady job and a backyard to rent a bouncy castle to flex on the less wealthy kids I invited to my birthday parties, because I, Mineta Minoru, could construct my own!
… Of course no one but me could use it given the sticky nature my balls exemplified when they came into contact with anyone else, but I was never one to get caught up in mundane technicalities like that.
Suck it, middle-class families! Bouncy castles are no longer exclusive to you, not when I'm in the house!
Crafting my own bouncy castle was a time-consuming (and somewhat painful) experience that quite literally took my blood, sweat, and tears to finish. However, I had hoped the end result would be worth it. Placing enough orbs in a manner that left absolutely no gaps whatsoever to ensure my bouncy-castle was a legit thing had the secondary benefit of slowly, but surely, increasing my pain tolerance. Not to mention, it would hopefully increase the amount of balls I could pop off before I started to bleed.
I was like 99% sure that's what Mineta was forced to do in the Summer Training Camp Arc, so this was essentially just getting a head-start on that.
As for the movement training, well, for now I can't do risky stunts like backflips or poses because I'd rather get used to the movement first, or else I could sprain something in the best case scenario, while I could break my neck in the worst case.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at the purple spherical platform before I jumped, gravity exerting its inexorable will and forcing me to the ground, only for another grape to ricochet me back up. I spent the next few minutes springing around, jumping randomly and springing off the walls as I had my fun.
Eventually, I realized that even my fun had to come to an end, and with a final three speed-bleeding hops, I bounced out of my castle.
Near instantly, I fell to my knees and started panting, hard.
Still, looking back at my makeshift funhouse, I couldn't find it in myself to regret it. I knew for a fact if I could figure out a way to make my balls un-sticky for others, I'd be popular beyond my wildest dreams.
Anybody who said they didn't find bouncy-castles fun had motion sickness, or they were a liar.
'Note to self…' I mentally drawled, raising an eyebrow at the purple structure. 'Write down the current hour and see how long it takes for my grapes to dissolve…'
That would be a pretty damn important aspect of my Quirk I honestly should've figured out before now, but, bouncy castles.
Ultimate distraction.
A pungent odor hit my nose and I glanced down, grimacing. 'Time for a shower…' I thought, shoving myself back onto two legs and making my way to the bathroom.
Only now did I realize I'd thoroughly soaked myself in sweat thanks to all the physical activity, which I hated.
If there was one thing that'd not changed about myself despite my reincarnation, it was my general distaste for feeling sweaty and dirty; which… probably was going to be a problem since I wanted to be Hero.
Villain.
Whatever.
Could I shove an AC unit in Mineta's Diaper pants? If I could I fucking would. While I liked my balls sticky, there were two in particular I wanted to keep at around room temperature.
MHA was set roughly 200 years in the future from my own original time. If society hadn't figured out a cure for Swamp Ass by now, they didn't deserve to be saved from Shigaraki.
As my four year old legs pranced through the apartment, I was once again glad I'd shown my "genius" to Yori-Mom. Due to my apparent maturity, she didn't have much problem allowing me to shower all on my own, which was very soothing for my 20 year old brain.
Don't get me wrong, she still bathes with me occasionally and I'm all in for it (after all, Mom or not, that's motherfuckin' Minamoto-no-Raikou, down to the three sizes. I dare you to name one FGO and/or MILF lover that wouldn't love to ogle her naked, real life body), but at times I preferred to bathe alone, if only so I could contemplate my plans for the future with any distractions.
Inevitably, my thoughts would stray to All for One.
At the thought of the Symbol of Evil, my mood soured a bit. Aside from what was portrayed in Canon, my knowledge of the world around me was tenuous at best even with meta-knowledge on my side, given I had very little social insight thanks to it.
Knowing the existence of rescue points in UA's entrance examination didn't exactly tell me how the Japanese Subway System worked, or even how the hell their government functioned.
I couldn't even point to the Kamino Ward on a map if I tried.
As my stubby legs carried me past the kitchen, I noticed there was a scrumptious-looking apple in the fruit bowl, its vivid red colors gleaming in the sunlight.
I was going to move along, but a passing thought halted my movements.
Much like in Canon, my Quirk's effects depended on how well I felt, physically speaking. More often than not, people like to headcanon it by linking it directly to my bowel movements, and unsurprisingly, after I would take a dump, my balls would be stickier, and could stretch longer before they burst (I would know, I made a slingshot with them once, mom was not pleased when she came home to the whole backyard being painted purple).
In one headcanon of mine, I figured that my Quirk's stickiness was affected by my diet. The healthier I'd eat, the stickier the balls would be. While I didn't have specifics, I figured it was tied more to my vitamin intake rather than my caloric intake, like Momo's Quirk.
Those pills that promised to juice me up with '3,000% of my daily recommended allowance of Vitamin C' was something I definitely wanted to look into. However, I also remembered that Izuku informed the audience that Quirks were affected by more than just one condition… so perhaps I had some leeway here? Maybe an excess of Vitamin C would make them sticky, but an excess of Vitamin D would increase their size?
I hummed, looking at the fruit as if I was studying a lab rat. It must look silly from an outside perspective, but then again, I'd been an expert at making myself look silly in both of my lives (let it never be said that I wasn't a dumbass from time to time).
Finally, I realized there wasn't really anything bad that could happen from eating a single apple, I picked it up and started chowing down.
Even if my theory proved wrong, I could at least pick up some healthy habits this time around.
A few weeks have passed.
And it turned out my theory was right! My Quirk wasn't just linked to bowel movements, it was also linked to my metabolism! Ever since that day, I started eating more fruit in general, the effect it had on my spheres quickly becoming noticeable.
They were tougher now, and an entirely scientific test involving the creation of another bouncy-castle led me to discovering their ability to repulse me was greater, which meant not only was my bounce speed increased, but so was my height.
I absolutely did not try to keep my door locked by using the grapes as a makeshift barricade when Yorimitsu banned me from making bouncy castles, and she absolutely did not kick the door in and ground me.
No siree.
Still, Mom did compliment me on my experiments, right after she was done fussing over my safety when I detailed what some of those experiments entailed. Now that we had plenty of data points and several clues though, she'd decided it was time to take me back to the doctor to have these developments recorded.
"Truly interesting, Mineta-san! I've seen Quirks that are slightly impacted by nutritional intake before, but this is the first time I can recall where a Quirk is entirely dependent on it!. Pray tell… how did you two discover these effects?" The doctor (whose name I discovered to be Yukito) asked, causing Yori to give him a strained smile with annoyance clearly evident on her features.
I winced.
She was still mad about the barricade thing, wasn't she?
"Well doctor, as it so happens, my dear Mino-chan was experimenting with his Quirk on his own and, in his own words, overused it to the point his head bled, all so he could make his own personal bouncy castle to jump around in while doing poses," She blandly replied, earning a few small chuckles from the elder. With a much warmer smile, she continued. "He's also started eating more fruits, which he claims to be doing in the name of strengthening his Quirk."
Yukito hummed, nodding minutely while scribbling in his notebook.
"I… see…" He squinted. "Er, well, Mineta-san, it is common for children to experiment with their Quirks, especially when they're so caught up in the excitement of getting their powers. Quite understandable, actually..." he commented, before his gaze turned stern and fell upon me. "Yet just because it's common doesn't make it commendable. Minoru-kun, what you did was very dangerous, and could've potentially resulted in permanent damage had you pushed yourself far enough. The next time you wish to practice with your Quirk, I recommend you seek supervision from your mother or someone she trusts to ensure nothing bad happens. Understood?"
… Not gonna lie, being scolded by a stranger feels bad.
But, if I had to name my best quality, it'd be having the necessary humility to accept my faults and own up to my mistakes. Despite being an actual adult, my body was that of a child's, much more fragile than any adult's, so their concerns were valid.
I looked down, feeling guilty for what is the second time in my new life. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I sincerely apologized, which I think surprised them.
Now it was my turn to be surprised when I was suddenly scooped into a tight hug by my Mom, shoving my head into the gates of paradise.
'Ahhh~, such bliss!'
"Oh~! How could I ever stay mad at you, my adorable Mino-chan? It's okay, Kaa-chan forgives you, so don't worry." Yori was quick to gush, eliciting a sweatdrop from the Doctor.
I too, released a small chuckle and sweatdropped myself. Doctor Yukito got our attention again with a polite cough, and I turned to look at him as best I could with my head still trapped in Yori's bosom. "Well, Minoru-kun, I'm glad you seem to understand the situation. On that note, Mineta-san, I would suggest that you come pay a visit to our Quirk Development Facility whenever your son wishes to work on his Quirk in the future. If you do, ask for Nobunaga Yashiko, and tell her I sent you. She's the best of the best, and will gladly assist this charming young man in his training!"
He offered my Mom a card from his pocket, and from what I could barely see, there was an address written on it.
With a smile, she graciously accepted the offering. "Thank you, Yukito-san, we'll keep it in mind." With that, she put me on the floor and took my hand, the two of us now leaving Yukito's office as he waved us goodbye.
"Stay safe, you two. And don't forget what I said, Minoru-kun." He said, and I nodded.
"I won't, Yuki-jii!" I replied with the biggest smile on my face. I'll admit, calling someone "Jii" is quite fun, even more so when people like it, as evident by his smile.
Rather than taking the train back, Yori decided we'd walk this time around since it wasn't terribly far away, and made for a fairly pleasant stroll. I just cursed the fact that this body wasn't used to long walks like my old one was, not to mention my tiny legs, so I was pretty much jogging to match my mother's leisurely pace.
"Mino-chan." She started, gaining my attention as I looked to see what she wanted. She seemed to think on it for a second, before nodding to herself and staring into my eyes.
"I've been thinking about this for a little while… and I've come to realize you haven't made any friends at all, Mino-chan. It could be excused before, but now that you've got your Quirk… I think they'd really benefit you, y'know?"
I know, I know. You're wondering why she's talking to me as though I were a teenager when I most definitely wasn't one, right?
Well, you have my intelligence to thank for that. With how well I was able to do stuff (thanks, future-knowledge) and pick up 'new' subjects with ease, she thankfully seemed to have defaulted to treating me as though I was more mature than a typical 4 year old, easily striking up eloquent conversations with me.
As for her question in particular, Mom had tried to set me up on playdates with plenty of other kids before. Even attempted daycare once.
I hated it. Kids were fine and all, but the difference between an actual kid and me was literally night and day. I had the mental capacity of an adult, and they were trying to teach me the Japanese equivalent of ABC's and giving me puzzles so simple a squirrel could solve them accidentally.
In short, I was quite the loner.
I tilted my head in confusion, putting a finger below my lip. "What do you mean, Kaa-chan?" I asked, and she took a deep breath.
With another sigh, she spoke. "I know you're smarter than a lot of other kids… so I was thinking of enrolling you in a private school. If you were around peers more near your caliber, I think you could really make some friends!"
… Oh.
Welp… this was going to be a miserable experience, wasn't it?
Yori ended up following through with her promise, enrolling me in a middle school much to my chagrin. Still, if there was one thing I had to thank Horikoshi for even if it was basically a throwaway line, it was this. Because my mother enrolled me in none other than Soumei Elementary-Middle School.
The building was, funnily enough for me, eerily similar to one of the schools I studied in my previous life back when I was 6, at least in regard to its structure.
Approximately 5 stories tall, with the entrance being covered by that barred, polycarbonate roofing schools loved to use that was two stories tall itself, the plastic covering placed atop it tinting the light that shone through with a blue hue. The interior was fairly fancy, pristine white tiled flooring, light grey walls, fairly impressive and new-looking facilities all around.
Classrooms were classrooms, not much to say there, little square rooms with a number of basic white desks and such, but the mess hall was particularly impressive; two stories high, with tables set up on each level and an escalator set up to carry kids to the top floor.
What made the whole building so iconic to me was that, viewed from the top down in the sunlight, it sort of resembled a gleaming prism.
It was also located on the upper side of Musutafu near the Kurusantu District, which took a 45 minute train ride to get there as I lived in Hosu.
So yeah, apparently Mom had enough money that she could pay for my studies at (what I recalled to be) one of the most prestigious middle schools in MHA's setting. Also worth noting, none other than Iida Tenya himself hailed from there.
Which means that I'd meet the bootleg love child of Sigurd (also FGO) and Sonic as a kid. Slowly, I felt my face forming a very Grinch-esque grin.
Let's see how many headaches we can give him before Canon comes around. I (accidentally) cackled like a Villain. This was going to be so much fun.
I was snapped out of my musings when mom motioned me to turn around, and I saw her smiling at me. "Now, Mino-chan, I know that this might be a bit scary, but I promise you, you'll be alright; go on, make some friends, have fun, just enjoy yourself, okay?" I hummed with a nod, a hum that may or may not have been an 'Umu'.
With that done, she brought me into a hug and I left for class, waving her goodbye. A traitorous part of my brain then decided to be a dick and thought 'I bet she'll immediately get a gangbang or an orgy while I'm away'.
Cue my good mood peacing out like that meme. I could even hear the 'baaaoooowwwnnn… Baaaooowwwnnnn… Bwwwwnnnnnnn.'
Fuck you brain.
For the first day, everyone had to congregate in the mess hall to be organized into classes, so I guessed in times of need the whole room doubled as what was essentially an assembly hall. I could see the benches we were meant to eat at had been shoved to the sides of the room for now, the large, open floor plan now occupied by a sea of wriggling kids.
At that point, the bells decided to ring.
"1-J! Calling to 1-J!" An adult announced, and I started moving towards his raised hand.
1-J, that's my class. I ran towards the other 1-J children grouping up and joined the formation they were making.
All classes were swiftly rounded up and we parted to our classrooms, led by our teacher who was a young male, approximately around 30 with brown hair and two bolts protruding from his head above his ears.
Soon, we entered our classroom and I chose to sit on the back where we put our backpacks. While the teacher was setting his stuff, I decided to look at the other kids to see what I was dealing with.
Not to sound like Bakugo, but I only paid attention to most of them since I was going to be stuck here until High School arrived. While it was mean to say, to me, they were literally extras.
I hadn't even planned on committing their appearances to memory, because such things were truthfully irrelevant for me. Their descriptions were wide and varied, multiple hair-colors, some mutant-types with unique features (and one unfortunate boy with Mario-esque Chain Chomps in place of hands) but for the most part, I really didn't care.
At least… until I caught sight of one girl.
because I was going to spend time with them for the next few years until high school arrives, but I won't bother you with the descriptions… or at least, that was the plan.
She was a stern, square-looking gal with an immaculately pressed female uniform consisting of a light blue blouse with a white shirt beneath it, and a sky-blue skirt with white, knee-high socks and brown dress shoes. Her hair was a deep blue, near black really, which was styled in twin braids. The librarian-like square glasses perched upon her nose did little to make her appear as anything but a strict, bible-thumping rule abider at best, and a nerd at worst.
What really attracted my attention though were the tiny exhausts coming out of her pronounced legs, and the small holes punched in her socks that allowed them through.
Part of my brain froze as two possible theories came to mind: 1) This was either Tenya as a female, or 2) This was Tenya's twin sister. I glanced around the classroom, searching for Izuku's future friend, yet couldn't spot the man.
Either this girl was Tenya, or he was in another class.
I shook my head. I could think about that later. It was nothing a few innocuous questions wouldn't clarify.
Just in time, the teacher spoke up, "Alright class, before we start our studies, I would like to announce that we have a new member amongst us. Minoru-kun, if you would please come to the front and introduce yourself?" Well, what a way to put me in the spotlight.
Oh well. I walked to the front, doing my damnest to try hard at writing my own name, then I introduced myself with a bow and a smile. "Hello! I am Mineta Minoru, I will be with you for the years to come. Please treat me well!"
And so began my education at Soumei.
Overall, class was mildly interesting.
The material was certainly on a higher level than what most other schools would provide, if I had to guess, the education level of Soumei's first years was approximately the education level public school third years would receive.
Meaning they were pretty advanced for children, but to me it was child's play. Stuff like math and science were easy as pie, I hardly had to pay attention to pass those, but I did have to pay attention in language and history classes.
Understanding Japanese did not translate to knowing how to write it, sadly. And as far as I could tell, history was just a fucking mess. It was a hell of a lot of speculation about what happened during the 'Dark Age' of Quirks, the period of time from when I originally came from and about eighty years prior. During that time, all bets were basically off as everyone ran around waving their powers around in a massive, world-wide dick-swinging competition.
As far as I could glean, it was basically a minor miracle humanity refrained from nuking itself into oblivion, and as my books ever-so-helpfully informed me, there were a lot of close calls. Stuff from before that period, the time when Quirks weren't a thing, were basically forgotten about.
No one really seemed to care beyond the basics of 'America was founded in 1776, there were eight major Crusades, Dinosaurs existed at one point until they didn't', etcetera, etcetera.
Again, aside from those, easy as cake. I was easily at the top of my classes.
Currently it was the lunch period, so I was eating my snacks (cookies, chocolate milk, an apple) when I heard the clippity-clapping from a pair of tapping shoes!
Looking up, I was greeted by the sight of none other than Fem!Iida herself, robotically approaching me with a single-minded focus that I both feared and envied. Anyone in her way (a poor, orange-haired girl that sneezed fire and a boy with insect eyes) wisely got out of the way as she embraced her role as Thomas the Tank engine and barreled down the lunch aisle.
Her unstoppable stride halted just before me, and she jerked her hand up in what I suppose was a greeting. "Hello there, Mineta-san! I am Iida Tomoko, and I am in the same class as you. I would like for us to be great acquaintances as we enrich ourselves with knowledge for the rest of the year."
My jaw nearly dropped at that… excessively generic introduction that sounded like an email you'd send to your boss after you glanced through a thesaurus to chuck in a couple buzzwords for good measure, not to mention her inclusion of those Iida-patented hand-chops.
Honestly, I thought about grabbing my apple halfway through her speech just to see if she'd chop it should I hold it under her hand.
At that particular thought, I couldn't help but giggle.
Plus, her voice was kinda squeaky at the moment. It added to the cuteness. Which, in turn, added to the comedic factor.
She adopted a curious expression at my outburst, before her face turned completely red, while still somehow maintaining her neutral expression. "What is wrong? Did I say something bad? If so, please forgive me! I had not intended to-" I decided that she already had enough embarrassment for now, and quickly interrupted her.
"N-No, no. You just sounded cute. I like you," Cue her face turning a bit redder, but it faded as quick as it came.
I gave her my hand, which she took. "Name's Minoru! And I'd love to be your friend. Wanna play with me?"
A bit of redness faded and she smiled softly, holding out her hand for me to shake. We did, I invited her to sit beside me, and we spent the rest of lunch break playing. Perhaps not-so-oddly (though it was to me) she brought up her love of dolls, her favorite coincidentally being an Ingenium doll.
I decided then and there it was going to be my mission to force that girl to use contractions in her sentences.
Anything to make her less of a robot.
Two years passed and to make it short, Soumei was a nice development.
Tomoko and I made the promise to play again the next day, and when I told mom about that, she beamed so brightly I nearly had to put on sunglasses.
I eventually made friends with the whole class (although perhaps 'become acquaintances' was a better term for it, given I didn't exactly have plans to stay in touch after I left the academy) and we did typical kid stuff. Talked about our Quirks, dreams, aspirations, and we all played together.
But what happened today was different.
Today I had decided to maybe relax a little bit around the park, already having a decent level of mastery over my Quirk to the point where Mom felt it was safe to be by myself (seems illogical, but with her supervising my training sessions it seemed to appease her), and I already knew my way back home, hence, me being alone.
I was snapped out of my musings when I heard some shouts nearby, and, being a nosey fuck, I decided to eavesdrop. I quietly hopped off the bench I'd been taking a break on and crept towards the sound of shouting. As I neared, I spotted a conveniently-shaped bush perfect for me to hide behind like the dumb anime character I now was.
Hey, I'm living my dreams, let me be, dammit.
I dove into and then crawled through the bush to get close enough to the other side that I could peer out from between the leaves, and nearly had to withhold as gasp as I finally saw what was on the other side, even if I really should've expected it.
Three kids, all boys, maybe a year or two older than me, one who seemed to have a speed Quirk that made his arms move faster, beating up a girl my age that was currently curled up in the fetal position. What really made her stand out though was the blonde hair tied into two messy buns, the dead pigeon crumpled in a heap by her body, and the trail of blood leaking from the corners of her mouth.
It all clicked in my mind as I realized who that was.
Himiko Toga.
Future member of the League of Villains, a psychotic girl with a blood fetish as a side effect of her Quirk and the resident Yandere a lot of fans, including myself, loved.
But right now, I wasn't seeing that girl.
Instead, she was crying, letting out sobs of pain as they kept punching and kicking her, one of them even had the gall to spit on her.
A foreign sensation stirred within me, chewing through my system at an alarming rate. I vaguely recognized what it was, an emotion I'd rarely felt before in my previous life.
Anger, genuine, red-blooded anger.
I'd forgotten how cruel children could be, especially when it came to being different; and Quirks made it all the more evident, case in point. I may want to have fun in this life, but that doesn't mean that I'll just sit idle and let people be abused.
I may have wanted to have fun with this life, but that didn't mean I'd stand by and let someone be abused when I could stop it.
'One point for the Hero column…' I thought, already emerging from the bushes with my face contorted in rage, like a shadowy demon of vengeance ready to enact my righteous fury upon these mortals.
"Ew! Toshi, some purple midget's coming out of the bush behind you! Eugh, what's up with his face?!"
… Alright, I need to work on my angry-face. Duly noted.
Despite being spotted and slammed with the weight of apparently not knowing how to angey just yet, I continued emerging from the brush and proceeded to do the most logical thing I could think of.
I ran up and socked the closest one right in the face.
"AUGH!" The boy cried, stumbling back as something cracked, to my mild surprise. Pulling back my knuckles, I realized they were coated in something wet.
And red.
I quickly shook myself out of the minor stupor I'd put myself in and faced off against the other two, who seemed shocked by my sudden appearance. Whether it was my own pause or something else, by the time I'd actually refocused on the other two, one had darted forward and the most-logical thing they could think of.
They socked me in the face.
I recoiled from the hit and noted my nose hurt like hell, but was able to see the second kid running at me in a horrendously-choreographed tackle maneuver. I threw myself to the side, thankful I'd practiced my barrel rolling just in case I ever fell out of a bouncy-castle, and turned back just in time to watch him stumble and crash face-first into the bush I'd crawled out of.
Shoving myself up, I threw a ball on the ground right in front of me and sprung off of it, launching myself a fair-distance into the air and laundering square on his back.
My unexpected and not-very-effective topé did squeeze a cry of pain from the man, but I had no remorse to provide him with.
The last kid let out a scream as he reared back to hit me again, charging straight at me. Again, I merely threw myself out of the way and let his dumb ass trip over the body of his other friend, only to jump back over and kick him in the ribs when he went down.
Wheezing, now he was the one curled up in the fetal position as he tried to shield himself from further kicks, and I didn't particularly care enough to try and remove his arms from his chest.
Besides, he left his head wide open. Rearing back, I stomped on his head hard, satisfied when he let out a cry of pain and moved to protect himself correctly this time around.
Was that too brutal? Maybe, but when you consider just how shitty kids can be, especially when they have Quirks, I felt some brutality was necessary to drive them off. Plus, I made sure not to use my Quirk—
Oh. Hrm…
I moved away from the still-downed boys and quickly plucked up the orb on the ground, swiftly walking over to a nearby bush and thrusting it inside the foliage.
From experience, I knew It'd dissolve on its own in about an hour, which was great for not leaving evidence behind!
'One point for the Villain column…' I thought, even as I prided myself for taking down those thugs without using my Quirk.
Anyone who said I did to the contrary was obviously lying.
Something splashed against my cheek, and when I wiped it with my hand, I saw that it was red. Blood, no doubt. I looked at the kid I kicked and winced, realizing my head-stomp had smashed his face into the concrete, knocking out one of his front teeth and chipping the other. The corners of his mouth were now as bloody as Toga's if not more-so, and there were tears pouring out of his eyes.
Yeah… maybe I went a bit too hard on these kids.
The one I'd decked in the face was first to rise, the other two soon following even as they sobbed and cried as all kids who get into fights are prone to do.
… Though maybe all the bruises and blood may have helped, too. "Y-You wait! I'll go get my momma and you're gonna get it! M-M-M-MOMMY!" He shouted, the other two following suit and leaving me alone with the girl.
I sighed, crushing the feeling of guilt of beating up three kids. My earlier comment about brutality being necessary was… perhaps a bit too much, but it was delivered in the heat of the moment.
Though now that I was out of it I just kinda felt like an abusive asshole.
Fuck.
I felt something wet soak through my shirt, and glanced down to see a steadily-growing red stain forming upon the chest of my shirt. Another crimson drop fell, and I realized my nose was probably more fucked up than I realized.
Quickly though, I shook myself from those thoughts. My nose issues weren't the priority here, not right now.
I turned to the blonde vampire, noting how she was looking at me with a surprised, slightly dazed look on her face. A part of her cheek was slowly swelling and turning purple, most likely bruising. "Hey, are you ok-" I went to ask her, but before I knew it, she tackled me to the ground, her body laying over mine as she started panting, her slitted pupils were wide, like that of a cat's.
"Pretty… so pretty… so red… hehehe... so… delicious." she giggled, near-psychotically.
I… I'm pretty sure that if I were older, I'd be popping a boner right now,but alas, I guess I'll just settle for my heart racing like a fucking Regera.
It went from Regera to Jesko when she pulled out her tongue and licked underneath my nose and slurped up the blood, quickly moving along my cheek and forehead while letting out crazy giggles. Then, right before my eyes, she became enveloped by a grey, muddy substance that melted away just as quickly as it appeared, leaving myself… being straddled by myself.
Her Quirk was known as [Transform], a Transformation-Type Quirk (a little bit too on the nose with that one) that allows her to turn into whoever's blood she ingests; how long the transformation lasts depends on how much blood she has taken in, and whenever she transforms back, she does so without clothes.
And as mentioned before, her Quirk creates an urge to take in blood.
Once she (or was it "he" now that she turned into me? Maybe "they"? I don't know shit about gendering, and I'm sure that some people will be pissed off after reading this. Either way, "she" it is) finished lapping up, she looked at me, still maintaining her manic grin, before her head dipped towards my neck.
I shivered at the feeling of her heavy breaths, but then my own breath hitched when a sharp pain assaulted my neck; she bit me, she just bit me! No-ah-AH!
"Ahn~"
… yes, that was a moan. Why did I just moan?
Well, for one, she immediately went from biting to suckling on it, the pain mixing in with the rather pleasurable sensation of my neck being sucked, and her tongue once again lapping up the blood coming from the bite wounds, overall… it was a mess.
By the time she was done, we were both panting like crazy, her eyes seemed to have hearts for pupils while her mouth was bloody and she gave me what probably would've been one of the most radiant smiles I've ever seen, second only to Kaa-chan's… had it not been for the fact that she still looked like me.
"You're tasty! And cute, I love it!" She said, in a rather chipper voice, and I felt a blush forming on my face. It was rather easy to imagine Himiko's original form saying that to me, which made me squeal internally.
I coughed to the side, looking away with some shyness. "Uhm… Th-thanks?"
Hey, even in my previous life I used to be rather shy with some girls, especially the ones who I knew might tolerate my bullshit, cut me some slack.
She giggled. "You're funny, too! Say, I'm Toga Himiko, you?" She asked, her (my) face leaning over mine.
That's right, I didn't introduce myself to her, did I? "Well, I'm Mineta Minoru, but most people call me Mino." I replied, and she giggled.
"Say, you're cute. Wanna date?"
… dial 4
Back up a minute there. I'm barely six, and a girl is already asking me to date her? Especially what is the craziest girl here? … I love my new life.
Realizing I couldn't afford to waste this opportunity, I quickly replied, "I-I'd love to!" Her smile swiftly grew brighter, and she swooped in to hug me tightly.
Well… call me a Gary Stu, cuz I just conquered my first heart at the tender age of 6… wait… with how much blood she took from me, how long would it take for her to turn ba-
A sound akin to mud sloshing around alerted me, and I watched with rapt attention as my face literally melted into sludge and left Himiko herself straddling my form, naked as the day she was born. The blonde vampire seemed surprised for a moment before looking down at herself and giggling.
"Oopsie~, seems like my Quirk ran out~" She commented in a rather ditsy way, cheekily sticking her tongue out.
At that very moment I decided to turn back, and immediately pushed her into another bush, all while doing my best to not look at her.
I may be a bastard, but not a pedophile.
If I ever start thinking like that, I'd shoot myself and send my cursed ass straight to Hell.
If Twitter still existed (thank fuck it doesn't), then people would've thrown a party there.