...Just don't expect much from this. Also, no actual story yet. This chapter is mostly for laying a foundation for the story, and it's not meant to be very interactive with all our key charaters in BNHA. And it's unedited too, so there's that.

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I, Run Hyuka, at the age 10, modernized a pillow. A pillow.

And after 3 months of a horrible "sleep schedule", I did it.

"It's super soft, fireproof, water resistent, and made of basic materials. I've got the cotton version here but you can adjust this as you please for mass production if you wanna check out my paper files," I offered.

"Also, it's easy to carry around and stuff. Hospitals and other emergency services could probably use it. If it helps, I tried shooting at it with my padding lancher - uh, it's something similar to a gun - and it was loaded with tiny rocks - no, I swear I don't own a gun that's illegal and I'm 10 years old, I just did some basic calculations for measurements it's just physics here - I'm pretty sure it's bulletproof, alright, just- just look at it! Buy the damn rights and patenst and shit, I want hard-earned cash!"

Yeah. Surpringly enough, people actually bought it. And I sort of had to hand over the blueprints to the police department in my neighborhood when it turned out my lightweight ball of fluff actually is bulletproof (an incident with a villain who bought the pillow proved it). Best Jeanist bought the rights to my pillow, and it's a little upsetting but I can see why he did what he did.

I'm not a genius or anything, just super lazy and selfish. Kinda. And bored?

Life is about making things easier. There are no rules, only a field and players and tools. Which I guess is good if you know the game, but it makes it super obvious (and seriously boring) with when who does what.

This is a world of heroes, super powers, mutations, advancement, and most importantly, science. Well, math too. Sometimes. By default.

When quirks became a fixtation in society, I suppose they were too good to pass up on. Humans and their desires led to criminals and vigilantes, villains and heroes. A big aspect of life in general was added to account for crime-fighting and life-saving and whatever junk.

That of course meant few and far between were genuinely interested in pursuing other things.

Nobody else bothered to make batteries more efficient and cost effective. So I did it.

Only a handful of individuals attempted to play around with physics. I'm one of those said individuals.

And yes, chemistry and biology were interesting for their effects on humans who have a variety of quirks, but other than human experimentation and the basics for education and medication, nearly unheard of in today's modern world.

...seriously? Information has never been more widely available to the mass public, and instead of advancing humanity everyone decides now's the time for fame.

20% of the population is quirkless. Run the numbers into a proportion, it's 1 out of every 5 people who are quirkless.

I suppose people of east-asian countries do get an advantage since they are the most common areas with quirks and all, but it did leave under developed/less recently established places such as Australia and Africa with a larger quirkless to quirks ratio. Like, 40-1 in some towns in Russia. In South Africa I heard it's less than 0.1% of the population with quirks, but that stat was from 3 years ago so I'm unsure how reliable that information is.

Although like, 90% or more of quirks are pretty much useless (you can try explaining to me how a kid who can eat x2 more than average is actually going to be helpful outside of competative eating), so fair enough.

But still. Society has reformed - reconstructed is the more proper term - to the needs of the people. In this case, it shuns one group and places the current majority over the other, the past. Fair to the masses. Maybe I'm a bit baised because I'm quirkless, although I suppose, from a psychological standpoint that's normal.

I'm not very... "special" or whatever you want to call it. Sure, my life could be better. My dad left my mom when I was 6, but he is a constant in my life. My mom is in... I believe it's Brazil now. She travels a lot so it's hard to tell sometimes. But both my parents, after divoricing, still love me and that's already more than enough. Things could totally be worse.

I live in Japan, mostly on my own. There's a monthly allowance sent to me via credit card, which I've never really bothered to check exactly how much it is, but I don't doubt it's a lot.

My family is well off, with my dad being this super-secret-scientist job (probably to do with the government, although which government is hard to pinpoint) and my mom some kind of air force agent of something (I saw her wallet once when I was 6 and she has some kind of FBI-like ID and a permit for flying, so that's my assumption). I dunno, they're both private organizations. I know next to nothing about that.

Honestly, I could live anywhere I want in a nice, cushy mansion, or a fucking castle if I so choose some place in England, but that's besides the point.

We're straying from the main topic.

I'm just a now 17 year old boy with an obsession for science and making life easier. I don't care much other than that. I intern under an international support company currently called Knacks and Wack and since I'm consitently bored out of my mind and I'm homeschooled, most of my time outside of working around in a lab my dad bought for me is the internship. And sleeping. Or browsing the internet. Or reading. You know, that stuff.

Sometimes I humor myself with attempting physical activites. Like parkour or free running. But my body isn't build for endurance, just innovation with my brain, so that failed.

I'm rambling, aren't I. Yes I am. Alright then, back to work.

"Hey, um-" "Rin." The older woman answered simply, focusing her attention on me with eager. I nodded. "Right, so I was thinking, maybe we could do something with plants and biology today. We are running out of land and plants are a lot more scarce today than they have been in the past few decades. We could play around with plant cells DNA, make a few adjustments here and there, find a way to do what I mentioned last time with the seeds, and I guess test it out."

Nah. I just wanna fuck around with the plants and make them glow. Like firefly glowing. That'll be lit.

She takes notes virgously as I move around the room.

Clipboard, check.

Pen is attached to the clipboard via tape since I've kept losing them.

Gloves, on.

Microscope? In the other room.

Okay, good to go now.

I head out and the older female follows behind me. "Grab the tomato plant from the garden, and I'll get set up in the big lab by the staircase in the far west wing." I said, as I turned left. She went to the right, where the plants were held.

I sighed, just another day at work today. Time to get started.

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...maybe everything I did wasn't... the brightest choice.

"The DNA was altered- no, I didn't intend for it to start blowing up- yes, I do think that... Well, fireflies can do it, and I thought hey they also have that one yes, that one in common with tomatoes so I changed that bit to fit the tomato but NO WHAT THE HECK-"

Okay, totally not the best idea, but it works.

Basic summary: Changed some bits of the tomato plant, waited a few minutes for it to mature, and boom, glowing, toxic tomatoes. That explode. And taste like poison shit.

And here I present modern weaponary.

Dear world governments, this is why you should confinscate my creations. Not because the US President really wants my singing AI (think Vocaloid, except total production of music and animation requires voice-to-device speech and no more). Fuck you Mr. President, give me my Mera back!