So I'll get straight to it. I don't particularly like posting on , just the way things are you see. I'm mainly posting this on Spacebattles and only posting here when the chapters reached a level where I can flick through and not instantly find mistakes.
So anyway; this is a Worm/My Hero Academia fic (quite obviously) and is (to my knowledge) the first of its kind. But by far, the most amazing thing about it is: It doesn't take place in the worm verse...
So I have now instantly lost the majority of my reader.
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Of Fortune
Narrow Path 1.1
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"Okay class, after everyone has received their test paper and the time reaches 1:30, you may begin".
The teacher passed by my desk and a sheet of papers slipped onto my desk. It was roughly 5 pages from first glance, however, another section of my mind corrected that: it was infact 4 and half page.
I didn't move, either to pick up a pen or to look around. Each action was pointless and a waste of time. Though that being said, for me at least, time was never really a requirement for such a simple task.
I briefly wondered as to what the time was and considered looking up to glance at the clock on the far wall. But I quickly suppressed this erg and simply submitted the question to myself instead. It was important that I made this into a habit; it was something I needed, and was required to do.
Within an instant of my question, my quirk took action and I instantly received the information I required. This was easy, though by my standard, nearly everything was easy.
Time: 1:28 pm
I also received a set of instructions along the way before receiving the time, however this was quickly dismissed. My quirk had such an easy loophole to be exploited in order to obtain information that I did not possess beforehand. And it also, to my great thanks, neither over informed nor over simplify the instructions or answers it gave back, making it far easier to understand and respond. It would be such a headache to receive the exact time to the nearest Nanosecond, or accidently take my request too literally and believe I wanted to know what time it was in term of the planetary position in relation to the solar system or some other massive body.
It was quite kind.
I waited and continued to stare on ahead, refusing to pick up my pen and write down my name like all the other students in the class were. There was no need; I have plenty of time, I always do.
"You may now begin your test, good luck"
After he spoke, I allowed a single second of extra patience before focusing on the test. To others in the class, 4 and a half pages of extended questions may have appeared daunting. However to me? This was not a test, this was…
Path: ace the test
Sitting at the desk with a fresh test paper sitting in front of me, I braced myself, then with seemingly mechanical movements; I placed my feet firmly on the floor, straightened my back in the chair, then picked up my pen and began to write with utmost surety.
First step – write down name
Second step – flip over page
I didn't even have to look at what I was writing, but I did anyway. Information was important and I could not slack off, never slack off. I could not afford to.
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"Wow! Fortuna-san, 100%! Your really good at academics, I found it to be kind of difficult myself"
I turned my head from where I was looking at the recently marked history test paper, to the voice that had suddenly interrupted my analysis of the teacher's marks and notations. It was unnecessary, the task I desired was to 'ace the test'; a falling short was impossible. However, learning was still a requirement, just because success was always pre-determined, doesn't mean that I could slack off my own learning. Especially if what I was learning was perfection.
The voice belonged to a boy, fairly short, much smaller than anyone else in the class. He possessed black curly hair that had green highlights and wielded eyes wide with curiosity and innocence. He was leaning over from his desk next to mine, looking over my work. His head only just bobbing into view, I took note of this; such errors required correction.
I gave a slight grunt. I had found that for most of my paths, some form of stimuli from myself must be displayed first as to give myself more tools to control the situation. And if I gave that stimuli before I requested a path, then that would reduce the amount of steps. Grunting just seemed for some reason to work for most situations for some reason. Ancient human instincts maybe.
Path: Dismiss boy (passively)
I wished to be polite though, there was no need for hostility, so the path I received back; consisting of 5 steps contained no actions of overly harsh malice of cruelty. My power always seemed to know the best path there was; along with the one I wanted the most taken into account. Though it wasn't that bad to put some side notes into the request as well, just in case.
First step: calm facial expression to non-hostile with irritation
Next step: Make slight eye contact
Next step: Brace palm against side shoulder and give a small nudge away
Next step: say, "I'm sorry, but I would prefer if-"
In the midst of my sentence, the boy, an Izuku Midoriya if memory serves correctly, had taken on features crossed between depression and regret. A shadow of negative emotions began to creep down from his hairline as he stared down towards the floor and sat back into his own chair.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, I got ahead of myself for a second" his voice sounded as if from far away and possessed clear evidence as to such a similar scenario occurring multiple times before. Probably resulting with a less than desirable conclusion for him.
And before I had fully even realized it; I had already dismissed the path before finishing the sentence that the path had instructed me to follow.
Damn
This boy, Izuku Midoriya. I quickly posed my desire to my quirk. I received the instructions instantly, dismissed the useless and unnecessary steps in the beginning for the more important information that was displayed afterwards.
Name Izuku Midoriya
Single child
Age: 12
School situation: Bullied
Academic level: High
Quirk: None
Dream: Become a Hero
More information could be required, however for a school student; this was all that was necessary. I mentally scrolled through the information before arriving at the last 2 entrees' and felt myself flinch with slight shock.
To possess no quirk was an extreme rarity in this world. It had been of course near 4 generations since quirks had first begun to manifest throughout the world. Government statistics stated that the approximate percentage of the world population that have some form of supernatural ability, later named a quirk was 80%. However, such a stat was simply unrealistic. In my entire life, I had never met an individual that did not have a quirk. I had once posed the question itself for my quirk and after a little headache, received the true answer. That being a 96% of the world population possessing a quirk.
He was truly alone.
Then the teacher decided that he had allowed his class enough time to chat and stood up from his desk "Yes, yes you all did well, so please save looking at each others work until after class." The class then immediately began to quite down.
"And on that note, some of you may have received a slash through your marks. This was to signify that some of the other teaches when crossed marking believe you could have been cheating. Please-" his voice began to rise in volume "just because your quirk allows you to send telepathic messages, Ms Kuno, doesn't mean that you can share your answers with Mr Yakamochi. If you have a problem with this then please bring it up to me after class".
"Also on topic of the more unseeing variety of quirks" he continued "Just because your quirk can go unnoticed in a classroom, doesn't make you void of the 'no quirks in the classroom' rule. That includes you as well, Fortuna-chan".
I didn't flinch, nor jolt. Instead:
Path: make the teacher believe I don't cheat or use my quirk in class
My quirk then revealed the path for me and I began to walk it. It was fairly simple, our teacher was easy to influence.
"My apologise sir, but I didn't use my quirk, it doesn't work that way. I have however, been studying quite hard on this subject recently. Apparently it's a past time interest of my mothers". These words however were complete lies. However, my voice and structure of the sentences was perfect; it wasn't too overly strong, nor too soft and it didn't carry any of the normal tell tale signs of when I was using my ability. Such would be too obvious that something was wrong, so the path didn't include using it.
It would have been so much easier if I had just included this in the specifications for when I had first activated the path to ace the test. Then this wouldn't have been a problem.
He then nodded his head 5 seconds later in agreeable acceptance and went back to teaching.
No one knew what my true quirk was. Well apart from my parents that is. It would be unwise for knowledge of my quirks nature to become common knowledge, so it has been kept relatively secret. Instead, according to written documents; I possessed a type of mental quirk that allowed me to know between a limited amount of possible answers and possibilities, what is the correct one. Which also came with an increase in motor control. Even if incorrect, it was still a valuable quirk and similar enough to my true quirk to be played off. It wasn't even that incredible either for me to have it; it was well known fact that I came from a family of pure 'thinker' classified quirk users. Nothing was truly beyond the imagination.
Well accept maybe the truth…
"So as many of you know, quirks are classified into 3 groups based on their general affect; Emitter, Transformation and Mutant. However, these are only used in the most vague of terms. In fact, classification can be broken up further into…"
I broke my attention from new subject of attention and glanced back towards my desk neighbour Izuku Midoriya. He no longer was staring holes in his desk and was instead furiously writing down notes on what the teacher was saying. There were though, still some minor shadows overlaying his eyes.
Realizing that it wouldn't do to slack off, I activated a path for 'taking a sufficient level of notes' and my hand began to write down notes for the latest subject. I never paid attention to what I was writing though, instead, I was keeping my attention on Midoriya out of the corner of my eye.
To desire an occupation of a hero was, while a noble goal, completely unrealistic. Combating crime without any physical advantages or any other obvious combat quirk was one thing, all it requiring was a greater focus of attention and skill to achieve it with your own quirk. This not even being an argument in my case. However without a single ability, gadget or any sort of advantage… His situation was nothing more than futile.
I mentally snorted to myself and began to place my attention on my work and study over what the path had written down for my. Futile because of my perfect memory of the path, but it was always interesting to read.
I spared Midoriya one last glance before deciding to humour myself.
Path: Know why he want's to be a hero
What I received back though, truly made me place my full attention back on Midoriya.
The answer was of course biased, the information gathered from a simulation in where the question was posed directly to him. However, this was acceptable and even if I could not see or hear what he said in the simulation. Staring at him now, hastily working to take note of everything that could be of possible importance, especially practical importance.
My eyes widened. I could almost hear it, from just watching him diligently working; I could practically hear him answer my question perfectly. The path only supporting it.
"I don't need a reason to help people, but I guess if I had to say why then it would be because. Because".
"I guess…"
"I guess I just wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing I failed without even trying".
I gulped. This boy. The one who everyone mocks by calling hum 'Deku: one who cannot achieve'. Despite being given the worst hand out of everyone. Possessed more conviction and purpose than anyone I had ever met.
Far more than me
He was my complete opposite in nearly every way. Everything he had achieved and would achieve in this world would be from his own strength. Facing him now… I felt pathetic. I who was utmost capable of certain certainty and victory… Would never live up to this small pathetic boy that sat besides me. It was…
It was humbling.
And I wouldn't let anyone desecrate him.
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…
"May I sit here?"
I had posed the question lightly. It was strange, not walking a path that is. But any use of my quirk here would be pointless. What I was trying to achieve here was to no benefits but for myself. This was something I wanted, but to use my quirk would make the entire action lose its value.
"Oh… ah… I-I… I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REALISE THIS SPOT WAS TAKEN PLEASE FORGIVE ME" he spoke in a rush and gave a hurried bow from his spot on his knees after he had raced from his position with his back to a tree.
I allowed him time to get to his feet and quickly take a single step past me. Who knew not walking a path could be so much fun, there was a certain thrill to it… It was also quite amusing to see Izuku acting in such a funny manner.
"Stop" my voice came out at just above a whisper. Hmmm, guess I had been relying too much on my quirk for social interactions, I didn't realise that it was this difficult to communicate.
He stopped though. And his head rotated as if a machine to stare at me, mid step.
"I did not mean for you to leave, I was simply wondering if this spot was vacant and you would not find my company intrusive".
He seemed to freeze for some seconds. His face was completely frozen with shock. He managed to voice a response though.
"O-o-oh. W-well- I guess so- u-ummm" he sat back down next to the tree and placed a notebook on his lap, it had a '#1' written on the front along with 'hero analysis'.
I sat down as well. Far enough from him as to not be within his comfort zone yet close enough for easy communication.
"That book… What is it" I could gain the answers from my quirk, but I instantly dismissed such notion. This was for me.
"It's-ummm" he chewed his cheeks for a second before continuing. His eyes fell to the ground, as if in morning before briefly glancing up to make contact with mine.
"I plan to be a hero in the future, so I though I should study some heroes and take note" there was no stutter in his voice this time. But this time I thought I could almost hear a trace of hope in him when he focused on me. I didn't know what to think of that.
I nodded, and then held out my hand.
"May I see?"
He stared at my hand, then to my face before slowly lowering the book into my hands.
"Please take care of it, it took me a lot of work"
I nodded and with great care, opened the book and began reading through. There was a lot of work. His handwriting, while impossible to reach my level, was far ahead of the other students in our class. Though to be fare, some of the mutant class quirk students had quite the disadvantage. As well, he had also attempted a few diagrams to accompany his work. The only negative I could point out was that it relied too much on information directly copied from the Internet, probably word for word. Very few sections I could see were his own ideas or notes.
I glance up. He was chewing on his nails like a beaver in fast foward.
I nod once more, closing the book and handed it back. He grabbed it readily.
"Thank you," he mumbled. He was probably not expecting to have received it all back in one piece.
I nodded and stood up, he followed suit and we faced each other "It lacked some of the finer details and many of the notes were the bare basics that could be gathered from online. Very little of it was your own work and you seem to be having some difficulty with the more advanced versions of the quirk classification and rating systems".
He looked at me in shock, "Pardon?"
I stared, "If you wish, I could help you with some parts, I am especially good at gathering useful information. I could also revise some of the theories you may be having difficulties with".
He was frozen again.
I nodded to myself, "That is, if you are fine with that?" my eyebrows creased, I was getting a bit frightened by his continual moments of lack of movement.
Then in a spur of motion that almost made me activate a self-defence path. He had grabbed my right hand with both of his and began shaking furiously.
"YES yes, I would like that a lot!" he practically screamed.
His voice sounded of desperation.
I smiled
"I think I would like that as well"
His eyes momentarily widened but were quickly overwhelmed with joy.
"Yeah!"
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It's a little hard to describe this as my journey. It was more his than mine. But it didn't matter. Because this is my story. Of how my best friend fulfilled his wish and became the greatest hero ever. I will probably never get the same level of attention as he did. But that didn't matter either.
Because this was my story. And it is my joy to tell it. With all my pride and joy.
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AN: MC is Contessa. However, this is not a rebirth fic contessa or anything like that. Its just...
Oh you'll figure it out.