Rebirth was weird. Oh, I'm long over the shock of it now, 14 years and counting since I choked...
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Chapter 1
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So like, this is a thing, I guess?
Rebirth was weird. Oh, I'm long over the shock of it now, 14 years and counting since I choked to death on a popcorn kernel and woke up as a baby in a crib. Honestly, I don't even know what my old name was anymore. I just woke up one day in a different body, in a world full of superpowers and superheroes.
"Hey, Shishida-san!" Someone yells from behind me.
Turning, I saw one of my classmates, Take-something, running over to me.
"Hey, a friend of mine wants to talk to you. Can you go and meet her by 3-C?" He said, catching his breath. To be fair if he had just ran all the way from 3-C, on the top level of the school, to the gates, he ought to be winded.
"Who's your friend?" I ask, immediately suspicious.
"That's a secret~." He says, winking as he tries to pull off a cutesy expression.
"Right. If I get murdered by your friend I'm putting it on you to trash my computer." I say, heading back toward the school.
As I stroll back to the building, I begin to wonder. Would it be some sort of confession of love? A jealous boyfriend attempting to kill me for looking at his girlfriend? The possibilities were...limited, actually. For all I know it could be the baseball club planning to gang up on me and bludgeon me to death.
Instead, as my musings end and I arrive at 3-C, there's a blonde girl with her hair up in a pair of buns standing there, fidgeting with her school bag.
I know this girl. She's in my class, nice girl, one of the few I can't help but notice but I've never learned her name.
"Uh, hey." I say, suddenly extremely awkward in the face of a pretty girl.
She startles a bit, cheeks going pink as she looks up to meet my gaze.
Her pupils are slits, like a cats, and as she grins awkwardly back I notice a pair of fangs that are just wow, okay, those are adorable.
"Shishida-kun-" She starts, only for me to interrupt her.
"Call me Honda. Or Han. Whichever you prefer." I say out of reflex.
"Han-kun, I...I really like you. Do you want to go out with me?" She says, slight desperation leaking into her voice.
"Um, sure but uh…" I start stammering, a bit worried about how she'll react to this next bit.
"I don't even know your name." I say, rubbing at the back of my head a bit sheepishly, looking out the window and away from what's guaranteed to be my impending death.
"Oh! My name is Toga Himiko! I'm pleased to make your acquaintance!" She says, bowing low before popping back up.
Waitaminute.
Waitafuckingminute.
I just agreed to go on a date with a future (current?) villain.
Take-something might have to actually trash my computer.
"Hm? Han-kun, why are you pale all of a sudden?" Toga asks, closing the distance between us and tilting her head in a way that is terrifyingly cute.
"Uh, um, I uh just remembered I have to get home soon! My aunt and cousin are coming for dinner and I've got to be there!" I say, spewing the truth out at top speed.
"Meetmeattheschoolgatetomorrowmorningbye!" I yell, cutting off any response from her as I begin to haul ass off the premises.
When I finally reach the train station, I take a moment to consider what just happened.
I just: agreed to go out with a murderer, told her to meet me at the school gate to work out a time and place for our date, and made myself late for dinner.
Damn it Han, you're supposed to be better than this!
The ride home allows me to contemplate my mistakes. Fuck it, focus on the good parts. Like getting to see my little cousin!
After the brisk walk home, I step inside only to be greeted by the smell of fried batter. Ooh, tempura!
"I'm home!" I yell as I slide off my shoes and pop the top button off my uniform. Damn stuffy thing.
"We're in the kitchen!" My father yells back. Of course, I'm late. Again.
Dropping my school bag in the foyer, I strolled into the kitchen and plopped down in the open seat at the table.
"Ma working late again?" I ask, filling my plate with a healthy portion of the deep fried shrimp laying on the platter in the center.
"My sister always was a workaholic." My aunt says, nibbling daintily at a bit of fried fish.
"Aunt Kurenai works very hard, mother." My cousin says, pushing his glasses up his furry nose.
"Yeah, ma really busts her ass." I say, stuffing my face with one of the shrimps, causing both extended family members to scrunch up their noses at my poor table manners.
"So, Chewie," I say around my mouthful of deep fried goodness, "how's school been on your end?"
"You're never going to stop calling him that, are you?" My dad says, choking down his own mouthful of shrimp.
"Not until he shows up on our doorstep wearing an ammo belt and packing a crossbow to kill me dead with." I say, smirking as I stare down my big little cousin.
"Jurota's top of his class, Honda. How are you doing in school?" My aunt says, still nibbling on the same piece of fish.
"Same old same old. Everything but English is a hassle. Oh, got asked out by a girl today." I mention offhandedly, hoping to take my aunt's vicious scrutiny off my subpar grades.
"Oh? Who's the lucky lady?" My father asks, grabbing another shrimp off the platter.
"Her names Toga Himiko. She's kinda cute, really friendly. Don't know what her Quirk is, though." I say before popping another whole shrimp into my mouth.
"Huh, good for you son." My father says, Jurota nodding along.
"Well, I hope it's not anything villainous. Remember Honda, villainous quirks make villainous people." My aunt says, looking at me in that patronizing way one would reserve for a particularly idiotic friend.
"Auntie, all due respect, but shut the fuck up." I say, returning her patronizing look as Jurota looks at his mother with outrage.
"Normally I'd wash your mouth out with soap for that Han, but I think I agree with you. What the fuck Kaori?" My father says, rising to his feet to glare at his seemingly offended sister-in-law.
"D'you know wha' you jus' said, Kaori? You're implying that just because someone's Quirk might be perceived as "villainous", they're automatically a villain? Wha' sort of stupid horseshit is that?" My father said, his accent slipping through as he leaned over the table to get directly in my aunt's face.
"How rude! I express my opinion and get attacked for it!" My aunt says, getting up and storming off, the front door slamming behind her a moment later.
"My apologies for mother's actions. She...can be difficult." Jurota says before standing and calmly exiting the kitchen.
"Thank you for the meal, by the way. It's a rare treat for us to eat tempura, so thank you for the change of pace."
Sighing, my father sank back into his seat.
"I'm sorry for your bitch of an aunt, Han." He says, grabbing a few more shrimp and a slab of fish.
"Eh, it's okay." I say, gesturing with my chopsticks.
We finish up dinner with polite banter, discussing our days and plans for the weekend, and I retreat up to my room once cleanup is finished. Homework's a cast iron bitch, even with an extra 19 years experience.
I whistle myself a little tune, eyes closed as I navigate up the stairs and down the hall into my room, head popping along to unsung lyrics as I flick on the lights and close the door behind me.
When I open my eyes, it's to the sight of one Toga Himiko perched on my bed, on my Gang Orca comforter, grinning like the cat that got the cream and the canary.
"Oh maaaaan, why, God? Am I a joke to you? A cute girl asks me out and you make her a creepy stalker type? Why, man?" I groan as I fall to my knees. Yes, I'm hamming it up a little. No, I have no shame.
"Huh? Nonononono, I'm not a stalker, I swear!" She says, jumping off the bed and landing next to me.
"I was just really excited and didn't want to wait until tomorrow morning to plan our date because that's like 8 full hours of sleep plus having to eat dinner and go through my whole morning routine before I get to talk to you again and that sucks!" She says, wheezing a little as she finally stops talking.
"You swear?" I say, peeking out from where I've hidden my face behind my hands.
"I swear!" She says, arms up in a placating gesture.
"You're not some lunatic that's going to try and stick a switchblade in between my ribs?" I ask, peeking out a little bit more.
"What? No, no way! I'm not some sort of villain!" Toga says, expression outraged.
Okay, so apparently this is Toga before she became a villain. Cool. Alright. Okay. Might still be fucked if I break her heart.
"Okay, that's good, that's very good. How exactly did you get into my room?"
She points at my window in answer, and the towering tree outside it.
"Shit, I forgot to close my window this morning." I say, finally figuring out what the niggling feeling I'd had was.
"So, what's the plan for our first date?" Himiko asks, oblivious to my mistake.
"I was thinking since tomorrow's Sunday we could go to a cafe or something? I dunno, what were you thinking for it?" I say, slightly stumped at the fact I was still alive.
"A cafe sounds great! Maybe we could stop by an arcade or something after? Or um..maybe a bookstore?" She says, looking at me shyly.
Damn it, she's supposed to be a bloodthirsty murderer, not an adorable little cinnamon roll!
"A bookstore sounds good. I'm no good at video games anyway." I say before standing up, offering her a hand after stretching a bit.
"Now, go back out the window and I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, okay?" I say, slightly flustered by the fact that not only was there a girl in my room but the fact that she was close enough for me to smell her perfume.
She waves as she climbs out the window, shimmying down the trunk and back into the street with a skip in her step.
"Fucking lilacs, man." I mutter as I collapse onto my bed in a heap.
After a few minutes of mentally rewinding what just happened, I peel myself off the comforter and dig around in my bag, pulling out my cell phone and selecting the second number in my contacts.
"Yo, Inasa, you won't believe what just happened."
"No, I didn't get abducted by aliens."
"No, I didn't get attacked by the Yakuza."
"No, I didn't, look let me get a word in edgewise, windbag." I say, cutting my best friend off from responding.
"So, it all started when this girl from my school asked me out, okay?"
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- United States
Know that you brought this upon yourself, Wombat. Fare thee well.
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- Location
- Omega
Bookstore good yes
Do not go to arcade
I worry that you may become obsessed with the UFO catchers
FUCK YOU HOW THE FUCK DO PEOPLE USE TWO PRONGS TO GET AN TABLET!
Do not go to arcade
I worry that you may become obsessed with the UFO catchers
FUCK YOU HOW THE FUCK DO PEOPLE USE TWO PRONGS TO GET AN TABLET!
ChaosTheVoid
Beyond the Outer Gates
Go online and try to find advice on how to date a Yandere
ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
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- Europe
Internet Wisdom: DON'T.
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- Ireland
Advice can be found in the following Public Service Announcement. You're welcome.
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- Earth
Chapter 2
- Location
- Indiana
The next morning, I awaken to the smell of breakfast cooking. I blitz through my morning routine and hurtle down the stairs and into the kitchen, eager to get some food in my stomach.
"Morning squirt, sleep well?" My dad asks as I plop down into my seat at the table.
"Like the dead." I say as I begin to tuck into the plate of eggs and toast in front of me.
"That's good. Don't want to fall asleep halfway through your date, do you?" My mother asks, taking a sip from her mug of tea and giving me that look that promises imminent embarrassment.
"Mooooom, please don't." I winge, mentally begging whatever passes for a god to have mercy on me.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll wait until the second date to viciously embarrass you." She laughs, waving one clawed hand as if to placate me.
After breakfast, I start planning for my date with Toga. It's not hard to figure out, really. I'll take her to the cafe that Inasa and I found last time we hung out, then to the one bookstore I know of in the area. The outfit is a little bit trickier, but eventually I opt for a pair of dark blue jeans, a dark green shirt, and a denim jacket. My hair refuses to cooperate, which gets it placed behind a pair of sunglasses resting fashionably atop my head.
We are fighting dreamers takami wo mezashite~ My phone blares from its spot on my desk, roaring guitars accompanying the lyrics.
"Sup blowhard?" I say after picking up the call and plopping down on my bed.
"Dude, you won't believe it!" Inasa nearly shouts, excitement infecting every one of his words.
"Come on now, don't leave me in suspense." I say, idly wondering what could have my best friend so excited.
"Principal Saikawa just called and said she sent a letter of recommendation for me! To U.A.!" Inasa actually shouts this time, forcing me to lean away from my phone.
"She what? Hardass Principal Saikawa recommended you to U.A.?" I ask, in awe at the fact our notoriously bitchy principal gave one of the biggest goofballs in the school a recommendation.
"Yeah! Isn't it awesome?"
I check the clock on the wall as Inasa begins to natter on and on about how excited he is, and nearly jump out of my skin when I see the time.
"Oh, shit, hey I'm gonna be late for my date so I'll talk with you tomorrow, okay?" I say, cutting off Inasa's ramblings.
After an affirmative from the loudmouth I stuff my phone in the breast pocket of my jacket and bolt to the door, slipping on a pair of basketball sneakers as I stumble out the door and nearly bowl someone over.
Scratch that nearly, I do wind up bowling someone over and falling on top of them.
"Oh shit I'm sorry, are you okay?" I ask as I pull myself up, only to realize who I fell on top of.
"I'm fine, Han-kun." Toga answers as she takes my hand and pulls herself up, giving me a sunny smile.
Oh man, if she keeps acting cute like this I might actually die. Again.
"Toga-san, I'm not late am I?" I say, trying to play off my awkwardness and failing.
"No no, I just got here." She says, 'here' being outside my house.
"How do you know where I live, anyway?" I ask, terrified to know the answer.
"You're really easy to follow when you're lost in thought. It's honestly kind of cute." She says, still smiling.
She's dressed in a pink turtleneck and a pleated skirt, her hair done up in a pair of buns and a purse shaped like a rabbit slung over her shoulder.
"Oh, um, uh…" I stutter, still trying to comprehend the fact that not only had I oopsied a major villain out of the plot, but I was going on a date with her!
"So, where are we going?" She asks, and I realize she's still holding my hand oh boy oh man oh fuck me running.
"Well, there's this little cafe I found a while back…"
"Oh, this place looks cool!" Toga says as we approach the rustic looking cafe. She's upgraded from holding my hand to hanging off my arm and I'm not sure I dislike it.
"Yeah, my friend Inasa and I found it a couple weeks ago. They've got some great coffee here." I say, outwardly cool as I internally panic.
We step inside the cafe, soft guitar music playing through the speakers and intermingling with the vague chatter of the other patrons.
"Welcome to Cafe Noir, how may I serve you today?" The young woman at the counter says, eyes lighting up when she sees us.
"Oh, Han! Glad to see you again! Who's your cute friend?" She greets, smile changing from customer service fake to genuine.
"Hello, I'm Toga Himiko! Pleased to make your acquaintance!" Toga says, separating herself from me to bow low.
"Oh, aren't you just the cutest thing? So, how did you wind up with mean ol' Han here? Did he spill something on you and you're making him take you out to apologize?" She asks, leaning in toward Toga.
"Oh, no! I asked him out and he said yes!" Toga answers, looking flustered.
"Tamao-san, stop it. You're scaring my date." I demand, fed up with the woman's antics.
"Fine, fine, let me run that back. My name is Oguro Tamao, it's a pleasure to meet you! Now, either order or leave." She says, giving that sunny customer service smile that promises immediate obliteration.
"I'll have a cold brew, black, and a lemon scone." I say, reciting my order from memory.
"Um, I'll have a green tea, and a…" Toga starts, eyes scanning the dessert case before sighting a specific dish.
"A slice of red velvet cake!" She orders, eyes lighting up.
"Now now Shishida-kun, allow me." A man says, patting me on the shoulder as I begin to reach for my wallet.
"Ah, Danjuro-san! If this is for helping with your last video, I told you I don't want to be paid." I remind, recognizing the mustachioed man paying for my date and I.
"Oh no no, I simply wish to help young love bloom." He says, chuckling when Toga and I begin to blush.
"Hey Tobita-san. Come to pick up your girlfriend?" Tamao says, ringing up the order and passing our benefactor his change as Toga and I step away.
As Danjuro and Tamao talk, Toga and I seat ourselves at a little booth by the back, taking in the ambience of the cafe.
After a bit, our food and drinks arrive, and we chat idly about ourselves and our friends.
"Man, I always feel good after a trip to Cafe Noir!" I declare, stepping out of the cafe and stretching.
"That was really nice. I loved the red velvet cake, it was so rich!" Toga says, latching onto my arm once more after I finish stretching.
"Yeah, you'd never believe that all those awesome desserts are made by Tamao-san's grump of a dad." I comment, turning in the direction of the bookstore.
"Huh, the more you know." Toga says, head tilted cutely.
The amount of cuteness the girl radiates is almost dangerous, the way she tilts her head when she's thinking or the way her eyes light up when she starts talking about something she likes, or how every time I looked at her she had a sunny smile on her face.
Man, even without being a dangerous psychopath she's bad for my health.
"So, Toga-san, I've been meaning to ask you something." I admit as we're walking to the bookstore.
"Hm?" She perks up, resting her chin on my bicep and looking up at me intently.
"What's your Quirk?" I ask, attempting to be innocuous.
"Oh, I uh...don't really like talking about my Quirk." She tells me, eyes glancing downwards.
"I mean, that's fair. It was honestly pretty rude of me to ask like that." I say, doing my best to shrug off the rejection.
The rest of our walk to the bookstore is spent in companionable silence, just us and the noise of the city around us.
The bell jingles as we step into the bookstore, the worker at the desk greeting us with a wave.
"So, what were you thinking of getting?" I ask as we peruse the staff picks and a few titles catch my eye.
"I don't know, maybe they've got some cool horror books I haven't read yet?" Toga muses, detaching herself from my arm to skip over to the shelf with a gruesome looking sign hanging above proclaiming it to be the horror section, her bunny-shaped purse bouncing with the movement.
"An adorable little thing like you? Being into horror? Now I've seen it all." I comment as I scan the shelf, stopping when I see a familiar title.
"I am terror incarnate." Toga protests, glaring up at me. It's adorable.
"Yeah, you're a 150-something centimeters of terror wrapped up in a pink turtleneck." I agree, chuckling.
"156 centimeters, actually." She snarks, nose stuck up in the air imperiously.
"Well then, terror incarnate, how about you give this a look?" I suggest, handing over the book I'd picked out from the shelf.
"What kind of book has a title like IT?" She asks, looking at it weirdly.
"Just read it and see. It's from one of my favorite authors from before Quirks were a thing." I explain, chuckling internally as I remember the first time I read it.
We spend a little while longer in the bookstore, grabbing little things and a few actual books like the copy of IT and the newest cookbook from Lunch Rush.
"Your total comes to-" The cashier is cut off by a deafening boom followed by a crash as something comes hurtling through the display window. Glass shards spray around us, and I instinctively place myself in front of Toga.
The something, or rather someone, gets up, brushing off his green and white bodysuit before looking at something on the ground in front of him
"Holy shit, the new Shonen Jump is out!" He exclaims in English before another boom catches his attention.
"Oh, shit, sorry about the damages!" He says in badly accented Japanese before launching himself back into the brawl outside, vines and tree branches intermingling with explosions and blasts of energy.
"Morning squirt, sleep well?" My dad asks as I plop down into my seat at the table.
"Like the dead." I say as I begin to tuck into the plate of eggs and toast in front of me.
"That's good. Don't want to fall asleep halfway through your date, do you?" My mother asks, taking a sip from her mug of tea and giving me that look that promises imminent embarrassment.
"Mooooom, please don't." I winge, mentally begging whatever passes for a god to have mercy on me.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll wait until the second date to viciously embarrass you." She laughs, waving one clawed hand as if to placate me.
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After breakfast, I start planning for my date with Toga. It's not hard to figure out, really. I'll take her to the cafe that Inasa and I found last time we hung out, then to the one bookstore I know of in the area. The outfit is a little bit trickier, but eventually I opt for a pair of dark blue jeans, a dark green shirt, and a denim jacket. My hair refuses to cooperate, which gets it placed behind a pair of sunglasses resting fashionably atop my head.
We are fighting dreamers takami wo mezashite~ My phone blares from its spot on my desk, roaring guitars accompanying the lyrics.
"Sup blowhard?" I say after picking up the call and plopping down on my bed.
"Dude, you won't believe it!" Inasa nearly shouts, excitement infecting every one of his words.
"Come on now, don't leave me in suspense." I say, idly wondering what could have my best friend so excited.
"Principal Saikawa just called and said she sent a letter of recommendation for me! To U.A.!" Inasa actually shouts this time, forcing me to lean away from my phone.
"She what? Hardass Principal Saikawa recommended you to U.A.?" I ask, in awe at the fact our notoriously bitchy principal gave one of the biggest goofballs in the school a recommendation.
"Yeah! Isn't it awesome?"
I check the clock on the wall as Inasa begins to natter on and on about how excited he is, and nearly jump out of my skin when I see the time.
"Oh, shit, hey I'm gonna be late for my date so I'll talk with you tomorrow, okay?" I say, cutting off Inasa's ramblings.
After an affirmative from the loudmouth I stuff my phone in the breast pocket of my jacket and bolt to the door, slipping on a pair of basketball sneakers as I stumble out the door and nearly bowl someone over.
Scratch that nearly, I do wind up bowling someone over and falling on top of them.
"Oh shit I'm sorry, are you okay?" I ask as I pull myself up, only to realize who I fell on top of.
"I'm fine, Han-kun." Toga answers as she takes my hand and pulls herself up, giving me a sunny smile.
Oh man, if she keeps acting cute like this I might actually die. Again.
"Toga-san, I'm not late am I?" I say, trying to play off my awkwardness and failing.
"No no, I just got here." She says, 'here' being outside my house.
"How do you know where I live, anyway?" I ask, terrified to know the answer.
"You're really easy to follow when you're lost in thought. It's honestly kind of cute." She says, still smiling.
She's dressed in a pink turtleneck and a pleated skirt, her hair done up in a pair of buns and a purse shaped like a rabbit slung over her shoulder.
"Oh, um, uh…" I stutter, still trying to comprehend the fact that not only had I oopsied a major villain out of the plot, but I was going on a date with her!
"So, where are we going?" She asks, and I realize she's still holding my hand oh boy oh man oh fuck me running.
"Well, there's this little cafe I found a while back…"
.... .- -. / ... .... --- - / ..-. .. .-. ... -
"Oh, this place looks cool!" Toga says as we approach the rustic looking cafe. She's upgraded from holding my hand to hanging off my arm and I'm not sure I dislike it.
"Yeah, my friend Inasa and I found it a couple weeks ago. They've got some great coffee here." I say, outwardly cool as I internally panic.
We step inside the cafe, soft guitar music playing through the speakers and intermingling with the vague chatter of the other patrons.
"Welcome to Cafe Noir, how may I serve you today?" The young woman at the counter says, eyes lighting up when she sees us.
"Oh, Han! Glad to see you again! Who's your cute friend?" She greets, smile changing from customer service fake to genuine.
"Hello, I'm Toga Himiko! Pleased to make your acquaintance!" Toga says, separating herself from me to bow low.
"Oh, aren't you just the cutest thing? So, how did you wind up with mean ol' Han here? Did he spill something on you and you're making him take you out to apologize?" She asks, leaning in toward Toga.
"Oh, no! I asked him out and he said yes!" Toga answers, looking flustered.
"Tamao-san, stop it. You're scaring my date." I demand, fed up with the woman's antics.
"Fine, fine, let me run that back. My name is Oguro Tamao, it's a pleasure to meet you! Now, either order or leave." She says, giving that sunny customer service smile that promises immediate obliteration.
"I'll have a cold brew, black, and a lemon scone." I say, reciting my order from memory.
"Um, I'll have a green tea, and a…" Toga starts, eyes scanning the dessert case before sighting a specific dish.
"A slice of red velvet cake!" She orders, eyes lighting up.
"Now now Shishida-kun, allow me." A man says, patting me on the shoulder as I begin to reach for my wallet.
"Ah, Danjuro-san! If this is for helping with your last video, I told you I don't want to be paid." I remind, recognizing the mustachioed man paying for my date and I.
"Oh no no, I simply wish to help young love bloom." He says, chuckling when Toga and I begin to blush.
"Hey Tobita-san. Come to pick up your girlfriend?" Tamao says, ringing up the order and passing our benefactor his change as Toga and I step away.
As Danjuro and Tamao talk, Toga and I seat ourselves at a little booth by the back, taking in the ambience of the cafe.
After a bit, our food and drinks arrive, and we chat idly about ourselves and our friends.
.... .- -. / ... .... --- - / ..-. .. .-. ... -
"Man, I always feel good after a trip to Cafe Noir!" I declare, stepping out of the cafe and stretching.
"That was really nice. I loved the red velvet cake, it was so rich!" Toga says, latching onto my arm once more after I finish stretching.
"Yeah, you'd never believe that all those awesome desserts are made by Tamao-san's grump of a dad." I comment, turning in the direction of the bookstore.
"Huh, the more you know." Toga says, head tilted cutely.
The amount of cuteness the girl radiates is almost dangerous, the way she tilts her head when she's thinking or the way her eyes light up when she starts talking about something she likes, or how every time I looked at her she had a sunny smile on her face.
Man, even without being a dangerous psychopath she's bad for my health.
"So, Toga-san, I've been meaning to ask you something." I admit as we're walking to the bookstore.
"Hm?" She perks up, resting her chin on my bicep and looking up at me intently.
"What's your Quirk?" I ask, attempting to be innocuous.
"Oh, I uh...don't really like talking about my Quirk." She tells me, eyes glancing downwards.
"I mean, that's fair. It was honestly pretty rude of me to ask like that." I say, doing my best to shrug off the rejection.
The rest of our walk to the bookstore is spent in companionable silence, just us and the noise of the city around us.
.... .- -. / ... .... --- - / ..-. .. .-. ... -
The bell jingles as we step into the bookstore, the worker at the desk greeting us with a wave.
"So, what were you thinking of getting?" I ask as we peruse the staff picks and a few titles catch my eye.
"I don't know, maybe they've got some cool horror books I haven't read yet?" Toga muses, detaching herself from my arm to skip over to the shelf with a gruesome looking sign hanging above proclaiming it to be the horror section, her bunny-shaped purse bouncing with the movement.
"An adorable little thing like you? Being into horror? Now I've seen it all." I comment as I scan the shelf, stopping when I see a familiar title.
"I am terror incarnate." Toga protests, glaring up at me. It's adorable.
"Yeah, you're a 150-something centimeters of terror wrapped up in a pink turtleneck." I agree, chuckling.
"156 centimeters, actually." She snarks, nose stuck up in the air imperiously.
"Well then, terror incarnate, how about you give this a look?" I suggest, handing over the book I'd picked out from the shelf.
"What kind of book has a title like IT?" She asks, looking at it weirdly.
"Just read it and see. It's from one of my favorite authors from before Quirks were a thing." I explain, chuckling internally as I remember the first time I read it.
We spend a little while longer in the bookstore, grabbing little things and a few actual books like the copy of IT and the newest cookbook from Lunch Rush.
"Your total comes to-" The cashier is cut off by a deafening boom followed by a crash as something comes hurtling through the display window. Glass shards spray around us, and I instinctively place myself in front of Toga.
The something, or rather someone, gets up, brushing off his green and white bodysuit before looking at something on the ground in front of him
"Holy shit, the new Shonen Jump is out!" He exclaims in English before another boom catches his attention.
"Oh, shit, sorry about the damages!" He says in badly accented Japanese before launching himself back into the brawl outside, vines and tree branches intermingling with explosions and blasts of energy.
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First person to guess what the morse in the linebreaks means wins a cookie.
Maximum Power
The Unchosen One
- Location
- The Ormulum
Han Shot First. Can I have my cookie? 
- Location
- Finland
O_O
….
*Fetches the pest-killer and flammenwerfer*
….Boyyyyy, what're you doing….
...The heck?
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- Canada
Looks awesome so far. I love how normal everything feels right now. Keep it up
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Han shot first
Han shot first
- Location
- Somewhere with a Thousand Watchful Eyes
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Seems interesting, I look forward to more chapters.
White Lantern
A really overpowered Mary Sue self insert
- Location
- Sector 2184
Han Shot First. Can I have my cookie?
Didn't even check it and I knew what with his name and all
SpokenSoftly
(Verified Fruity) (Potassiest Write-Tan)
- Location
- The nearest fruit bowl
Well, following the fuck out of this.
GamingPizza1998
(Verified Pizza) (Verified Cape) (Verified Case53)
- Location
- Earth
Shooting first for a lady is just plan rude
Chapter 3
- Location
- Indiana
Okay heroes versus villains right before my eyes, fuck this, time to take cover!
I grab Toga and run, sliding into cover behind one of the bookshelves. I can hear my heart beating in my ears, and from the way Toga's breathing I can tell she's more than a little shaken.
There's more crashing and explosions, and I peek out of cover to see exactly who's fighting.
I...don't know who any of these people are. The villain seems to be a massive grotesque monster with a single eye, explosions popping up wherever the pupil of it glances, and the heroes are the dude in the green and white bodysuit and somebody in what looks like a high-tech diving suit.
I duck my head back behind the shelf as the wall near us goes down in an explosion, and my ears begin to ring. Fuck, he saw me.
All I can do as my ears ring and the fight rages on outside is laugh. Everything had been going so well up until now.
"Sorry for the bad date, Toga-san."
When it's finally over, and the ringing in my ears has stopped, we crawl out from behind our makeshift cover.
"Anybody injured?" Someone calls out, and we see one of the heroes, the one in the diving suit thing, run over to us.
Unlike his partner, his Japanese is near flawless.
"I saw you guys when the window got trashed. Any injuries?" He asks, hovering awkwardly.
"I think I'm fine?" I say, dusting myself off.
Toga, after dusting herself off, reattaches to my arm.
"Aw, our books got wrecked in the fight!" She groans, head hanging with disappointment.
Our books generously replaced by the clerk, we wandered aimlessly up and down the streets looking for something to do.
"Hey, Han-kun?" Toga asks, still clinging tightly to my arm.
"Hm? What's up, Toga-san?"
"What's your Quirk? You asked about mine earlier, and I um, got curious." She mumbles, eyes trained on the sidewalk.
"Let's find somewhere to sit, yeah? My Quirk takes a bit of explaining to understand and I think we could both use a breather." I suggest, guiding us toward a park.
We find a bench located under an old oak tree, the sun just beginning to dip under the horizon as we sit down.
"So, my Quirk is kind of simple? But it's weirdly complicated at the same time. It's called Smuggling, and it allows me to store things in my body. You following me so far?" I ask, looking to Toga.
She's leaned against me, still holding onto my arm. Nevertheless she nods, eyes half-lidded with sleep.
"Okay. Now, I've got certain limits on what I can store too. Nothing that's alive, and nothing that'll spoil, no perishable goods, y'know? Can't be too heavy either. I once tried to store all my toys when I was a kid and wound up sick to my stomach because I stored too much. It was like when you overeat and nearly vomit, honestly. So yeah, I can't store over my weight either." I explain, gesticulating with my free hand.
Soft snores issue forth in lieu of a response, and I look over to see Toga asleep against my arm.
"Yeah, I guess you would be tired after today, huh?" I mutter, a jaw cracking yawn following soon after.
"Toga-san, hey, Toga-san, wake up, would you?" I say, poking at her forehead to try and rouse her to no avail.
"Himiko-san, please wake up…" I whimper, but she clings to my arm still fast asleep.
Sighing, I slide the bags containing our purchases into the crook of my elbow and dislodge my arm from Toga's grip. Gingerly, I lift her off the bench and carry her bridal style back to my house.
"There's a story to this. There's gotta be." My dad says, looking amused at my current situation.
"I don't know where she lives, okay? I'm gonna put her in my bed and take the futon on the floor, now help me get her shoes off." I grumble, gingerly slipping out of my sneakers and depositing them haphazardly to one side of the genkan.
My dad makes quick work of sliding off Toga's shoes, and I carefully make my way up the stairs to my room where I deposit her in my bed. She looks cute, breathing softly as I tuck her in.
Stifling a yawn, I set about laying out the futon kept in the hall closet, and fall asleep myself.
When I wake up, it's to a weight on my chest. I crane my neck and look down at my chest, and blonde hair fills my vision.
"Well...this is awkward." I say, head flopping back down onto the pillow.
My right arm trapped by Toga, I grope blindly for my phone with my left hand, eventually finding the device near the wall.
I lift it up to check the time, eyes squinting as the light shines into my eyes.
9:42 AM
"OH SHIT I'M LATE!" I yell, shrugging Toga off and hastily shoving my uniform on before running downstairs to grab a quick breakfast.
"Where's the fire, Han?" My mother asks, looking up from the paper as I hastily butter a slice of bread.
"Gonna be late for school!" I mumble around the food in mouth, befuddled by her presence. Normally she'd be at work by now.
"I don't think you're going to have to worry about that. Check the date." She says, going back to her newspaper.
I pull my phone out of my bag, checking the home screen as I trot over to the genkan.
Monday, April 29, 2222
9:45 AM
I let out a groan as I fall back onto the floor, arms spread out like the world's lamest crucifixion.
Of course. In my worrying over my date with Toga, I'd forgotten today was the beginning of Golden Week. The biggest downside of having been an American in my past life: these holidays are a bitch to keep track of.
"Right. Golden Week." I groan as I choke down the remnants of my buttered bread and close my eyes,
"Hm? Han-kun? Are you okay?" Someone says, voice filled with lingering sleep, and I hear soft footsteps coming towards me.
I open my eyes when the footsteps stop, eyes immediately catching on...oh. I avert my eyes, turning my head to the side to glare at my giggling mother.
"I'm fine, Toga-san. I'm sorry I brought you here. I didn't know where you lived." I mumble halfheartedly, trying to get the mental image of dark pink panties out of my head.
"Aw, you're still on with the 'Toga-san' thing? Even after we slept together?" She whines, tone obviously playful.
Not that that stops my mother from shooting me a serious look over the top of her newspaper.
"If I recall correctly, you climbed into the futon with me. After I had gone to sleep, too." I say, climbing to my feet.
Toga still looks as adorable as she did yesterday, even with her clothes rumpled by sleep and her hair in disarray.
"Ma, is dad at the garage already?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen and set about gathering ingredients for breakfast.
"No, he's out getting groceries at the moment. Why?" She answers, one thick eyebrow raised quizzically.
"No reason. Himiko-san, would you like breakfast?" I halfways yell from where I'm rooting through the refrigerator.
Her stomach growls, cutting off her response.
"Maybe a shower first?" She inquires meekly, blushing at the noisiness of her stomach.
"Sure, I'll let you borrow some of my clothes since I doubt any of ma's will fit you." I say, mentally comparing the tall imposing figure of my mother with the slight and waifish figure of our houseguest.
I loan her an old tee and a pair of pajama pants, telling her to put her clothes in the basket to get washed, and head down to make breakfast.
"So…" My mother starts as I'm whisking together eggs for our breakfast, her tone as subtle as an explosion.
"It's not the second date yet." I snipe, throwing a deadpan look over my shoulder.
Time moves quickly after that, omurice prepared just as Himiko comes down dressed in my clothes and oh man oh god she's wearing my clothes and she looks so fucking cute holy shit.
The shirt's just a little too big for her, sliding a little to one side to expose part of her shoulder, and the sight of her with her hair down in an old All Might tee and a pair of dark blue pajama pants makes the tips of my ears turn red.
"S-so, Himiko-san, how are you finding the food?" I stutter, looking down at my plate awkwardly. Damn her and her cuteness, making me go weak in the knees like that!
"It's good! I normally don't eat omurice, so a little home cooking is nice!"She chirps, popping another piece of food into her mouth.
"Once breakfast is over I'll run your clothes through the wash and then Han can walk you home, okay?" My mother says, smiling, and I resign myself to further awkwardness.
I grab Toga and run, sliding into cover behind one of the bookshelves. I can hear my heart beating in my ears, and from the way Toga's breathing I can tell she's more than a little shaken.
There's more crashing and explosions, and I peek out of cover to see exactly who's fighting.
I...don't know who any of these people are. The villain seems to be a massive grotesque monster with a single eye, explosions popping up wherever the pupil of it glances, and the heroes are the dude in the green and white bodysuit and somebody in what looks like a high-tech diving suit.
I duck my head back behind the shelf as the wall near us goes down in an explosion, and my ears begin to ring. Fuck, he saw me.
All I can do as my ears ring and the fight rages on outside is laugh. Everything had been going so well up until now.
"Sorry for the bad date, Toga-san."
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When it's finally over, and the ringing in my ears has stopped, we crawl out from behind our makeshift cover.
"Anybody injured?" Someone calls out, and we see one of the heroes, the one in the diving suit thing, run over to us.
Unlike his partner, his Japanese is near flawless.
"I saw you guys when the window got trashed. Any injuries?" He asks, hovering awkwardly.
"I think I'm fine?" I say, dusting myself off.
Toga, after dusting herself off, reattaches to my arm.
"Aw, our books got wrecked in the fight!" She groans, head hanging with disappointment.
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Our books generously replaced by the clerk, we wandered aimlessly up and down the streets looking for something to do.
"Hey, Han-kun?" Toga asks, still clinging tightly to my arm.
"Hm? What's up, Toga-san?"
"What's your Quirk? You asked about mine earlier, and I um, got curious." She mumbles, eyes trained on the sidewalk.
"Let's find somewhere to sit, yeah? My Quirk takes a bit of explaining to understand and I think we could both use a breather." I suggest, guiding us toward a park.
We find a bench located under an old oak tree, the sun just beginning to dip under the horizon as we sit down.
"So, my Quirk is kind of simple? But it's weirdly complicated at the same time. It's called Smuggling, and it allows me to store things in my body. You following me so far?" I ask, looking to Toga.
She's leaned against me, still holding onto my arm. Nevertheless she nods, eyes half-lidded with sleep.
"Okay. Now, I've got certain limits on what I can store too. Nothing that's alive, and nothing that'll spoil, no perishable goods, y'know? Can't be too heavy either. I once tried to store all my toys when I was a kid and wound up sick to my stomach because I stored too much. It was like when you overeat and nearly vomit, honestly. So yeah, I can't store over my weight either." I explain, gesticulating with my free hand.
Soft snores issue forth in lieu of a response, and I look over to see Toga asleep against my arm.
"Yeah, I guess you would be tired after today, huh?" I mutter, a jaw cracking yawn following soon after.
"Toga-san, hey, Toga-san, wake up, would you?" I say, poking at her forehead to try and rouse her to no avail.
"Himiko-san, please wake up…" I whimper, but she clings to my arm still fast asleep.
Sighing, I slide the bags containing our purchases into the crook of my elbow and dislodge my arm from Toga's grip. Gingerly, I lift her off the bench and carry her bridal style back to my house.
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"There's a story to this. There's gotta be." My dad says, looking amused at my current situation.
"I don't know where she lives, okay? I'm gonna put her in my bed and take the futon on the floor, now help me get her shoes off." I grumble, gingerly slipping out of my sneakers and depositing them haphazardly to one side of the genkan.
My dad makes quick work of sliding off Toga's shoes, and I carefully make my way up the stairs to my room where I deposit her in my bed. She looks cute, breathing softly as I tuck her in.
Stifling a yawn, I set about laying out the futon kept in the hall closet, and fall asleep myself.
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When I wake up, it's to a weight on my chest. I crane my neck and look down at my chest, and blonde hair fills my vision.
"Well...this is awkward." I say, head flopping back down onto the pillow.
My right arm trapped by Toga, I grope blindly for my phone with my left hand, eventually finding the device near the wall.
I lift it up to check the time, eyes squinting as the light shines into my eyes.
9:42 AM
"OH SHIT I'M LATE!" I yell, shrugging Toga off and hastily shoving my uniform on before running downstairs to grab a quick breakfast.
"Where's the fire, Han?" My mother asks, looking up from the paper as I hastily butter a slice of bread.
"Gonna be late for school!" I mumble around the food in mouth, befuddled by her presence. Normally she'd be at work by now.
"I don't think you're going to have to worry about that. Check the date." She says, going back to her newspaper.
I pull my phone out of my bag, checking the home screen as I trot over to the genkan.
Monday, April 29, 2222
9:45 AM
I let out a groan as I fall back onto the floor, arms spread out like the world's lamest crucifixion.
Of course. In my worrying over my date with Toga, I'd forgotten today was the beginning of Golden Week. The biggest downside of having been an American in my past life: these holidays are a bitch to keep track of.
"Right. Golden Week." I groan as I choke down the remnants of my buttered bread and close my eyes,
"Hm? Han-kun? Are you okay?" Someone says, voice filled with lingering sleep, and I hear soft footsteps coming towards me.
I open my eyes when the footsteps stop, eyes immediately catching on...oh. I avert my eyes, turning my head to the side to glare at my giggling mother.
"I'm fine, Toga-san. I'm sorry I brought you here. I didn't know where you lived." I mumble halfheartedly, trying to get the mental image of dark pink panties out of my head.
"Aw, you're still on with the 'Toga-san' thing? Even after we slept together?" She whines, tone obviously playful.
Not that that stops my mother from shooting me a serious look over the top of her newspaper.
"If I recall correctly, you climbed into the futon with me. After I had gone to sleep, too." I say, climbing to my feet.
Toga still looks as adorable as she did yesterday, even with her clothes rumpled by sleep and her hair in disarray.
"Ma, is dad at the garage already?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen and set about gathering ingredients for breakfast.
"No, he's out getting groceries at the moment. Why?" She answers, one thick eyebrow raised quizzically.
"No reason. Himiko-san, would you like breakfast?" I halfways yell from where I'm rooting through the refrigerator.
Her stomach growls, cutting off her response.
"Maybe a shower first?" She inquires meekly, blushing at the noisiness of her stomach.
"Sure, I'll let you borrow some of my clothes since I doubt any of ma's will fit you." I say, mentally comparing the tall imposing figure of my mother with the slight and waifish figure of our houseguest.
I loan her an old tee and a pair of pajama pants, telling her to put her clothes in the basket to get washed, and head down to make breakfast.
"So…" My mother starts as I'm whisking together eggs for our breakfast, her tone as subtle as an explosion.
"It's not the second date yet." I snipe, throwing a deadpan look over my shoulder.
Time moves quickly after that, omurice prepared just as Himiko comes down dressed in my clothes and oh man oh god she's wearing my clothes and she looks so fucking cute holy shit.
The shirt's just a little too big for her, sliding a little to one side to expose part of her shoulder, and the sight of her with her hair down in an old All Might tee and a pair of dark blue pajama pants makes the tips of my ears turn red.
"S-so, Himiko-san, how are you finding the food?" I stutter, looking down at my plate awkwardly. Damn her and her cuteness, making me go weak in the knees like that!
"It's good! I normally don't eat omurice, so a little home cooking is nice!"She chirps, popping another piece of food into her mouth.
"Once breakfast is over I'll run your clothes through the wash and then Han can walk you home, okay?" My mother says, smiling, and I resign myself to further awkwardness.
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Bleh, romance is tough to write and still make funny. Now I know why most romcoms suck.
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- Omega
That's because most romcoms go more for the com rather than the rom.
Right now you're firmly in the rom and have dipped into the com
You could go either way, but as of right now I just like this rather healthy relationship you ahve going on thus far.
Right now you're firmly in the rom and have dipped into the com
You could go either way, but as of right now I just like this rather healthy relationship you ahve going on thus far.
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- In a stand
I dont know if you are doing it on purpose, but a point in Toga's character is that she tries to be cute (but seems to come of as odd or 'off'). I think i read somewhere her buns look like that because she always messes them up.
I'm not making her a woobie and saying she cries on the inside, a this point she may have crossed the event horizon, but like people with creepy quirks Toga's social life doesnt look healthy, given her apparent lack of social graces, outside of impersonating people.
Having someone to, well, cling to who also reciprocates might steer her from... well she's still fucked in the head but at least shed stay away from villainy
Also, Meti not the bad guy made a video called "The beauty of Himiko Toga" where her character is explored. Interesting stuff.
I'm not making her a woobie and saying she cries on the inside, a this point she may have crossed the event horizon, but like people with creepy quirks Toga's social life doesnt look healthy, given her apparent lack of social graces, outside of impersonating people.
Having someone to, well, cling to who also reciprocates might steer her from... well she's still fucked in the head but at least shed stay away from villainy
Also, Meti not the bad guy made a video called "The beauty of Himiko Toga" where her character is explored. Interesting stuff.
Zoroastrian
(Verified Lurker at the Threshold)
- Location
- Babylon, Mesopotamia
His quirk literally lets him no-sell projectiles and any objects that weigh less than he does. if he grabs a gun, *poof* it's gone. He gets shot at, *poof* the bullet gets stored instead of damaging him.
Yeah it'd be weak in melee and against most other quirks but with training he'd ruin most mooks. Guns are the bane of any hero who isn't super durable or super fast, and this guy is immune. That's not even taking into account all the villains who must rely on some form of equipment. One touch and that tool or item is now non-factor.
Now I highly doubt that stored objects keep their velocity or momentum, but if they did, this would be almost broken.
Edit: I just realized he could store melee weapons and grenades, both flash-bangs and otherwise, screw the melee weakness. His only downside is a lack of effect against strong or strange quirks.
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- Location
- Tri-State Area
Nah, still weak quirk.
You are thinking in the way that there are still normal people who use guns. Their whole culture is based around quirks. If you don't have one you are "less human" in their society.
Since everyone has a quirk, you can't think in the way that the criminals are baseline humans. Those kind are basically a minority who don't become anything in this world.
Even that punk thug might have some kind of quirk that negates anything that a normal human might do.
His power isn't useless, but when compared to something like Ice and Fire powers in one pack, or whatever crazy One for All or All for One are.. that isn't that great at all. There are people who have super speed, can disable any quirk from anyone else, become a giant, are a black hole, and whatever else there is out there... Well, it isn't anything special at all. I'd say his chances of actual being a somewhat good hero are pretty much zero.
Not to mention his limit of holding only his weight is pretty low.
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