Have you ever wondered what it'd feel like to shampoo your hair with maple syrup? The stickiness of the substance seeping into your locks, causing you to feel just how slimy and adhesive the product could possibly be? Me neither. Awakening to the sensation that my curly hair was sticky was something I wasn't accustomed to, to say the very least.

The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. No, unfamiliar wasn't the word for it. A better word would be completely foreign. Looking around the room, I noticed I was in a bedroom I had never seen before in my entire life. Half and fully naked women were hung as posters on the wall, much different from the anime posters in my real room. One poster caught my eye specifically though.

Mt. Lady. An anime character. But instead of being drawn in the My Hero Academia anime style, she was photo-realistic. The pose was something that I found odd, but made sense to the character; her rear end facing the camera, a look over her shoulder flirtatiously to the viewers.

God, it was humid. And still sticky. As I set up in my(?) bed, I ran a hand through my curly locks, only to find something entirely different.

My hair was no longer curly. Instead, it felt like there were giant orbs on top of my head as well; as sticky as a man's testicles in a pair of leather pants. Even worse? Now my hand had ripped one off.

"Fuck," I cursed, as I stared down at my… Hair? I guess? If I wasn't so confused, I would probably find that the accentuated curse to the pop was actually kind of funny. Instead, I had a real good question floating around in my head:

Why did my voice sound like that?

...Wait a second.

My eyes eyed the ball in my hands, as I could feel another regenerating on the top of my head. This looked way too familiar, which caused my stomach to lurch inside of me. I practically jumped out of bed at this point, the worries in my brain stockpiling when I noticed just how short I was.

My first place to go to? The bathroom, since there didn't seem to be a mirror in this pervert's fantasy of a room. Slinging my hand, the ball shot off and landed on the wall. Oops. I'd have to the deal with that later since I had a lot of much more major, pressing problems right now.

Luckily enough, the adhesive didn't make my hand particularly sticky, as I reached out for the door and opened it. Sliding style. Yep, this place was Japanese alright. It was all starting to come together, but I needed to see myself to make sure if I was right or wrong.

This didn't feel like a dream, even if the voices welling up inside of my mind made me believe it was an utter nightmare. I opened a door- Another bedroom. Not what I was looking for, so I shut it just as soon as I opened it. This door? Bingo. This had to be the bathroom.

Stepping inside, I felt around for the lightswitch, causing the sudden light to burn at my still sleepy eyes. My determination to figure out what the hell was going on was more important than how much the light stung my eyes, however. I inhaled a deep breath and turned my slightly-impaired gaze towards the mirror.

And promptly screamed bloody murder. It helped when my voice sounded like… that, too, I supposed.

I went from six foot even to much, much shorter in height. In fact, I had to back up from the mirror to even see myself fully. Just as I had already figured out, huge sticky balls were what I was working with when it came to hair. Big eyes, smaller mouth in comparison, and a button nose. Skinny as a rail, which worked with how small I was. Maybe I was average? I had no clue.

I wasn't in Kansas anymore, Toto. I was in Japan, standing in the middle of my bathroom, staring at my mirror image. The mirror image's name came to me as one I had seen before, but never this realistic.

Minoru Mineta.

"Minoru, are you okay?" The words registered as English in my mind, but she was clearly speaking Japanese. "Did you cut yourself shaving again?"

Shaving? I didn't even have any facial hair. What was this person even talking about?

I turned to face the woman in the bathroom with me, who I assumed had to be Minoru's- and mine by association now's- mother. She was just barely taller than I was, and her hair had the same grape-like appendages hanging off of each "curl."

Yeah, if I had to imagine what this gremlin's mom looked like, it had to be her.

"U-uh, no, no!" I tried to think fast, the same English to Japanese witchcraft spilling out into the air as I spoke. "I'm fine. I just almost slipped and fell's all."

She blinked. Once. Twice. Oh, God, please believe me. The last thing I needed was to try to figure out what the hell was going on and have issues with his mom the first five seconds of living in this world.

This really did make me think of nightmares come true.

A warm, maternal smile crossed her face, something that gave me relief deep in my heart. "Come on down for breakfast, okay?" she asked. "Today's a big day after all."

"A big day?" My dumbass asked before I could even think about it, which brought more confusion to her face.

"A big day," she repeated. "Today's the day you take the entrance exam for U.A. University! So, hurry up and clean yourself up. Breakfast is ready downstairs."

As she left, two things hit me like a curveball aimed directly at my face. The first was that U.A. University was different from "canon," that was for sure. High school to university. That actually was good for me, because if I had to relive high school again, I'd rather be hit by a city bus and be isekai'd somewhere completely different. Or just sent to hell. One of the two.

But the second part was where everything made my stomach churn once more.

I had no idea if the entrance exam would be different, but one tiny pipsqueak against an entire army of robots? How in the fuck did Mineta do all of that on his own? There had to be a way that he did so, and while I sure didn't want to be involved in any of this, did I even have a choice?

Being stuck at home as a tiny high school graduate with sticky balls on my head wouldn't solve my problems whatsoever.

Trying to keep myself from letting nerves overtake me, I pulled off my night shirt and pajama pants, shutting the door behind me and locking it. Maybe a shower would calm me down. It sure did back home.

Home. It wasn't anything special, but it was home. And eventually, I'd have to find my way back to it. That's how stories like this worked, right? I learn some valuable lesson and eventually head home, a better person for everything I had been through.

Yeah, right. There's no way I'd be that lucky.

Stepping into the shower, I let the warm water run over me. This was the perfect time to recap what I know and figure out where to go from here. I'm now Minoru Mineta, local pervert and grape-headed superhero in training. In this reality, I was just about to take the entrance exam to U.A. High- Excuse me- U.A. University. All I had at my disposal was women's posters on my wall, a mother who seemed to take good care of me, and a special superpower known as a Quirk.

I watched enough My Hero Academia- the first four seasons- that I knew what Pop Off did. I had sticky balls I could rip off of my head and throw at people. My "hair" so to speak ...That's it. Adhesive balls I could throw. Compared to other Quirks in this world, such as summoning fire or causing explosions, this was like getting a Coca-Cola bottle cap as a consolation prize when the grand prize was a million dollars.

As I showered, those thoughts plagued my mind. Not only would I have to think about the shortcomings of Mineta's Quirk, I'd have to think of the shortcomings of my stature as well. Having such little legs would mean that running would be a problem; and speed in general. I'd have to find a workaround for that, and physical strength? Forget about it. Those "stats" so-to-speak were so low that I was basically starting out at an elementary school level and going from there.

As I turned off the nozzle to the shower, I breathed in and out once more. Stay calm. If this was really a dream, I'd wake up sooner or later, and I sure wasn't going to pinch myself to find out or not. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.

When life gives you grapes? You make…

…

Wine, I guessed. Grape juice is cool, too.

I walked downstairs, now dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, to see my mother already eating, her compassionate gaze moving towards me, before confusion crossed her face.

"You're not wearing your Hero costume?"

Oh, right. I forgot. That thing. It was basically spandex and what I could only tell was a diaper. I saw it in Minoru's- my- closet and left it there for now. I knew I'd need it, but I could just change when we made it on campus.

"I'll grab it on my way out," I promised, as I sat down across from the older woman and looked down at her food. Steamed rice, miso soup, and grilled fish. Thankfully, I was a big fan of Asian cuisine. I wasn't too big on miso soup, and I hoped Minoru wasn't either, as I took the chopsticks into my hand and dug into the steamed rice.

Oh, dear heaven, this was delicious.

"You know," the mother-figure spoke again, looking towards me. "I hope you make some actual friends here. You didn't all through highschool."

It made sense. Who would want to hang out with a perverted pipsqueak for the entirety of high school? I sure wouldn't. However, back when I was in highschool myself, I didn't make many friends either. A couple of people I hung out with regularly, but outside of them, I was pretty much on my own. I'd always treasure their friendship, however.

I nodded towards her, unsure as to what to say. Thankfully, she continued on from there.

"No dormitories either." she added, "So you'll be back home in the evenings. It reminds me of those… Western college institutions, really."

Like community colleges. I understood exactly where she was coming from as a graduate from a community college myself. For how cute and cartoonish my new mother was, she was incredibly well spoken and intelligent from what I could tell. That must have been where Minoru Mineta's own intelligence came from.

...That's right. He did have an ace in the hole. Minoru Mineta was one of the smartest characters on the show, something that was low-key dropped a few times. Brilliant, but lazy. Something we had in common, as someone who constantly slacked off but made pretty decent grades in classes when I tried.

Thank you, Mama Mineta, for your genepool.

Eventually, if things continued like I knew they would in "canon," then dormitories would be eventually be built on campus. Something that would change everything. I'd have to make friends to survive. I already had one name sitting in the back of my head from watching the show- someone that was already close to Mineta. Otherwise? It seemed like I'd be on my own. For someone who wasn't that great at making friends, that'd be a hard job, for sure.

"Minoru?" I heard Mama Mineta speak up from across the table. "You spaced out. Are you going to finish your breakfast!"

"Uh, yeah! Totally!"

Maybe I'd have to leave the self-reflection for times that didn't make me look like a total weirdo.

As someone who knew little to nothing about Japan's geography or bus transit systems or subway systems, I was lucky that Mama Mineta drove me to campus. She was a bit of a beloved smother, that much I could tell, but I didn't mind. My mom was the same way towards me until I became completely independent towards her.

Don't make me miss my family this soon into my journey. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I felt the car come to a halt, parking so Mama Mineta could let me out.

Slinging a backpack over my back containing that goddamned hero costume, I nodded towards her in gratitude. "Thanks for taking me, uh… Mom."

"You're welcome," she replied, reaching over and embracing me in a hug, causing me to squirm. Yep. Beloved smother. There it was.

Thankfully, she finally pulled away, leaving me to my own devices as I left the vehicle. I could hear her exclaim, "No matter what happens, you'll make me proud, honey!" Minoru was lucky to have a mother like her. Very lucky.

I waved back, only to be interrupted by the snickering of a few student-hopefuls around me. Goddamn it. Not the best way to start things out. I then grunted as I felt someone lean their elbow on my head.

"Don't listen to them, man," the other boy spoke, "It's good to have a mom as cool as that!"

I glanced up and it was hard to see due to the height difference and the sun glaring down on us. It was a blonde with earphones around his neck grinning down towards me. Maybe it was fate and they would just be best friends no matter who was in Minoru Mineta's body.

It was Denki Kaminari.

"...Thanks," I finally uttered out. I wished I was a lot more social than this, but that was one of my personal flaws.

"Name's Denki Kaminari," he said, not minding the one-word answer at all, "And you're?"

"I'm Minoru Mineta," I answered, nodding slightly, causing his elbow to shift slightly, "Good to meet you, Denki."

"Right back at'cha, Minoru," a grin shot back towards me, a finger gun with his other hand, "You here for the entrance exam?"

"What else would I be here for?" A sarcastic comment that probably would have pissed off anyone else, but not this one. He just laughed in response, amusement spreading across all of his features.

"You're a funny one, y'know that?" he asked, "Well. Here's hoping you get in. And me. Here's hoping I will too. ...This isn't a written test, is it?"

"Not good at hitting the books?" I asked.

He shook his head, his upbeat personality not changing one bit. "Nope! I suck at it. I'm pretty lucky I even graduated highschool."

Out from the mouth of babes, I figured.

"Hey, can you… get off my head now?" I asked.

"I can't."

"What?"

"I can't," he repeated, "I think… I'm stuck."

Oh, shit. He had to be kidding me. I tugged at his arm and to no one's surprise, he was indeed stuck to the balls on my head. Some more student-hopefuls laughed at our precarious position, causing me to glare in their direction. As if that'd be scary coming from me of all people.

It finally hit me. There was a way to get him off. My hand moved to rip two balls off of my head, which hurt like hell but freed him from my head. ...But kept the balls stuck to him in response.

He screamed, which caused me to jump and fall backwards. Why did he have to be so loud? Why did I have to be so small? He practically looked like a giant at this point.

"Your balls're stuck to me!"

"H-hey, not so loud!" I tried to get him to shut up. People didn't need to hear someone screaming about balls being stuck to someone. That's just… obscene!

There was a big problem with that. Not only was I going to have to worry about passing the entrance exam, but now I had my hair stuck to another student who was trying to pass too. And I had no idea how long it'd take to take the balls off either.

It's not like I had control over my Quirk, and if I remembered correctly, it could take up to a day for the adhesiveness to wear off.

"Calm down," I said while my voice was absolutely not calm, "We'll figure this out, alright?!"

"Duuuuuude!"

"That's not calming down!"

Hi. My name is now Minoru Mineta. I used to be your average anime fan who suddenly got flung into the body of one of the most hated characters of one of the most popular anime of all time. I have a new family, I'm trying out for U.A. University, and now my… uh… Ballhair… is stuck to a dumbass with electric powers' arm.

Those thoughts mused through my head, as another thought drowned out every single one of those thoughts. It was much louder and more concise than the word vomit currently circulating in my brain.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

So. This is happening, isn't it? You know those stories in this fandom and other fandoms where a character's thrown into the My Hero Academia world? What about those where they're reincarnated as a canon character?

Take that and the most polarizing character in My Hero Academia and you have... this.

Join me on this everlasting quest barreling towards hell, why don't you?