Well now… this is something.
I'm Kyoka Jiro, or Jiro Kyoka if I go by Japanese standards. I don't know how in the hell this happened, and I sure as hell don't know what to do in such a situation.
I have her memories, and luckily I don't have an Italian accent else it would make shit harder for me to blend in. Especially with my very foul mouth and violent tendencies. Those are gonna be hard to explain.
Well, am violent if someone ticks me off, but luckily the school Kyoka goes to is actually very chill with very good classmates and teachers. Unlike the cesspool the green mop goes to.
God, I just had to end up in the most annoying anime ever didn't I? With the two worst MC's – aside from Shirou – I've ever seen.
I scratch the back of my head as I gaze around the well furnished room. There's quite a few musical instruments, posters of bands I've never seen or heard about and a few clothes strewn around on the floor.
One of the first things I realize is the fact that this world is aged up. Not only am I about to turn eighteen in August, but U.A. hasn't started yet. And ain't that a blessing.
At least it ain't a school that trains child soldiers like in the anime.
The year is 2317, pretty much three hundred years in the future of my old world, yet technology… welp, that's depressing. It ain't progressed much.
No flying cars, no orbital ring, no civilization on Mars and on the Moon.
Out of curiosity I pull my very fancy phone out of my pocket and quickly look up NASA, and lo' and behold, it doesn't exist and just doesn't pop up. I dunno if it kinda stopped being a thing after roughly thirty years of constant wars, protests and shit after Quirks started popping up or it just never existed.
Majority of records of the Dark Era are all just gone.
That's depressing.
I sigh and go to sit on my desk, then pull out a notebook and quickly write down my plans for the future.
First one, I'll become a Hero. Not because I want to save people, I don't really give a fuck about anyone else other than my family, but because that's Kyoka's dream and like hell I'm letting it go to waste now that I'm in control.
Second is to train, hard. Kyoka is very physically active, but she mostly just takes long runs around the place and does nothing else. I gotta start lifting some weights, do squats and leg training, and most of all, train my Quirk. Precisely my earlobes.
I wiggle them around with a grin, finding it quite amusing and simple.
Third is to create a much better Hero costume for myself. Kyoka's old one is simple, but her Quirk is just broken. Just… sound. Sound is a horrifying power that can fuck up anyone.
Sound amplifiers are of course my to-go choice. The stronger the better.
I bring up my computer and go to the U.A. homepage, then look up the rules and regulations just in case.
One can bring weapons in as long as they send a notice forward explaining what the tool or weapon is. Pretty sure this was added to aid the Quirkless or those with weak Quirks.
Plus the damn thing is so far down in the page that I doubt anyone even notices it. This smells like one of Nezu's plots.
Either way, if I manage to get my hands on a very strong and small sound amplifier I know what to do with it.
My jacks not only can hear sound, but also transmit it and amplify it quite a bit themselves. I don't know if Jiro could already do this in the anime since I barely watched a few episodes, but here I can. Though I need a stereo to do it.
Can't I just scream into a jack while it's attached to a full volume stereo, then amplify the sound even further and just… pull a Bart Simpson where he just blasts the whole fucking city with a mega sound-wave?
I write down the ideas, together with so many others as I realize just how terrifying Kyouka's potential is.
Let's see… the U.A. entrance exam will be in exactly one year, meaning that in two months the blonde buffoon will pass his Quirk down to another idiot.
Honestly, I'd try and stop that from happening, but I know that if I do that, the Quirk will end in Mirio's hands, or stomach, and that'll kill him. So alas, green mop has to be the sacrifice. All that powers in the hands of an abused victim with Stockholm Syndrome. This world is so fucked up…
Speaking of abuse… I slide my hand over my arms and shoulders, and I found myself shiver as I don't feel anything. No scars, no patches of skin that feel wrong, no nothing.
Guess I'm finally free from those horrendous memories now.
And I'm also nearly three times taller than I was before. Fuck yeah!
Though I lost my tits. But I got ass now! Kyoka got cake!
Oh well, by the time I'm done training it'll be even greater.
"Kyoka, breakfast's ready!" My mother's voice calls out from downstairs, making me pause and look at the clock. Huh, it's not a school day and I woke up early.
"Coming!" I call out as I stand up and stretch my back. Time to interact with my new family and ask for a gym membership, something I've never done before.
I should also let my hair grow. I hate short hair. My hair must be long and fluffy!
Should I bring my old fanfictions into this world too? It might always be a secondary path in case Hero shit doesn't work out.
Plus I want everyone to read about my spectacular and very disrespectful boy Ayin.
Oh shit! I can sing now! I can make diss tracks! I have too much power in my hands!
"Good morning." I call out as I step into the kitchen, receiving a warm smile from my mother, then avoid flinching when my father smiles at me too.
Christ, this is gonna be hard…
"You alright dear?" I nod and sit down, keeping my expression cooled through my several years of training. It'll take a while to get used to the fact of having a father again, an honest to God good father that doesn't try to murder you- I'ma stop right there.
"Yeah, just been thinking about stuff." I hum as I chomp down on the eggs, releasing a satisfied sigh at how good they taste. Eggs are just the best… "I was thinking about getting a gym membership, if you'll allow it." Mom and dad blink at me, then at each other, followed by dad simply shrugging.
"I mean, it won't cost much, so of course you can." I grin at that. That was easier than expected. "I presume you want to train harder for when you go to U.A.?" I nod at mom as I inhale my second egg, the juicy yolk filling my mouth with it's deliciousness.
"Yeah, I've been mostly just running, but that won't cut it. I need to put some muscles on, and I have a whole year to do it so I better start soon." I explain, making them both nod at me with large and proud smiles that most definitely don't fill my tummy with butterflies.
"What type of Hero do you want to be?" Dad asks, and I find myself tapping my chin in thought.
"I think I'm either going to clobber people over the head with a guitar or screech them into submission."
"Since when did you get so violent!?"
(Three Months Later)
Well now, this is unexpected.
The slime thingy happened two weeks ago, what's unexpected is the chick right in front of me.
No, not Himiko, I ain't that cliché. Plus I'd have bodied and killed the bitch on sight already.
No, it's Hatsume Mei. Who just blew up a fucking car in a junkyard.
"Another bust!" She stands back up and wipes her brow with a large grin, totally acting like she just didn't take a fucking car exploding straight in the face a second ago. "Onto the next one!" This chick is crazy…
I like her already.
"Hey, you!" Oh no, is she gonna pull a Skyrim on me? "Are you here to witness my genius at work!?" Ah no, sad. Speaking of fandoms that don't exist here, my fic has actually gotten a lot of attention. It's neither too famous nor too unpopular, but that still makes me quite happy.
I might start writing down novels of other fandoms I have read like Danmachi and whatnot, mostly because I don't want to forget about such gems.
I grew up with that shit, I ain't letting it go.
"Nope, am here to watch you get explosions to the face." I reply flatly as I watch her toss a sheet of metal behind her.
It banged on top of an old car, which proceeded to just… explode. Just like that. No seriously, what the fuck? What is this anime bullshit?
"I see!" Mei grins, totally unfazed by my answer. She then suddenly whips around so fast that the sound of a whiplash rings out, making me wince. Jesus fuck- "Then stand there and watch!" She's not seriously going to take more explosions to the face, is she?
The junkyard is surrounded by a tall fence, and it's one of those junkyards that grab shit and squish it into squares with that big ass machine. And it's also owned by Mei's family apparently.
"You trying to create something?" I ask, trying to strike up a conversation and also rest my very sexy legs after my long run. If I can befriend her, I might be able to have her build me my Hero costume. As long as it doesn't blow up on me.
"But of course! You have the future greatest inventor in the world in front of you! Hatsume Mei, in the flesh! Pleasure is all yours!" Yeap, I'm starting to like her more and more. She just ticks all of my good buttons.
"Oh? Then may I have the honor of being your first partner- alright, back up." I take a step back when she is suddenly in my face with large sparkling eyes. How the fuck did she even get over the fence?!
"Too late for regrets now! All of your babies will be made by me!" I mean, if you a futa I'm up for it, but I know she means support equipment.
"Until death do us apart!" What did I get myself into?
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"Why does your wrench keep fucking exploding?!"
"I don't know, it's a family thing."
Boom!
"See?" I facepalm and groan loudly while waving my other hand to disperse the smoke after yet another explosion rocks the goddamn workshop.
I just got here and she already made three fucking things explode! First the garage door, then the switch to the garage, and now the wrench!
"Oh right! Let me show you my new babies!" She all but dragged me effortlessly with a hand on my shoulder, with me now being slightly taller than her.
I've been growing taller since I started working out, and oh boy do my legs and ass look fine as hell now. I've been getting a few looks at school now, but nothing I can't handle. At least it's not because of my height or scars.
I don't try to resist as she drags me across piles of broken down cars, engines, dozens of wrenches and so much more. I've seen her drag a car with a single hand and a smile on her face, I ain't escaping her grip.
"What did you create this time?" I hum as she finally stops me in front of a large table, a surgical light shining down on it as I inspected the very familiar items.
A pair of headphones, gloves and boots with, all with stereos built into them.
"You already finished them?" I blink as I inspect my future gear, but then blink when Mei shakes her head with a large grin on her face.
"These are just prototypes, I had to get used to working with stereos so I build these. My best creation is-" She bends down and grabs something from below the table, then slams it on top of it, making me raise a confused brow. "This!" It was a pitch black mask that would cover everything from beneath the eyes, and seemingly even covered my ears too.
It was pitch black, and the sides of the mouth had a pair of stereos built into it, with an entrance for my jacks being right by the back of it.
"What does it do?" I ask as I pick it up, instantly noticing the two wheels placed right below the ears.
"It amplifies the sound of your voice by a total of thirty times. I think I can raise it to fifty before the entrance exam if I find some good materials." Jesus Christ- Thirty times?! "The wheel below the right ear will allow you to lower the output, with each click being a total of two removed to the multiplier. The one below the left ear instead will lower the volume of things you can hear, for when you want to go maximum output and not deafen yourself." Oh Jesus, this is just amazing! And it's just a prototype too! Holy mother of God!
"It's not all! I want to turn this into a set!" I blink as she grabs a large blueprint from… somewhere and proceeds to slam it onto the table, and I can't help but gape when I see what's illustrated in it.
"Armor?" I look at her with complete confusion. I told her that I'm not a close quarter fighter, so why would she go and think about making a set of full body armor.
"Not just any armor!" She slaps her hand on it several times, a manic grin on her face. "This whole baby will be chock full of amplifiers and stereos! It will turn your body into an echo chamber where even a single breath will be a sonic blast of monstrous proportions!" She's insane, her ideas are just insane, but why the fuck am I loving it?! "The armor will be fully connected with the face mask. I'll leave holes for your jacks to slide out of so that you can attach it to an instrument or guitar or whatever you want, then use the dozens of amplifiers to just wreck absolute destruction and-" I place a hand on her shoulder as she starts hyperventilating, then stare straight into her eyes.
"Mei, I fucking love you." Her manic grin only grows bigger. "I'll bring the mask to the entrance exam, but I want to try the armor out before then. When can I expect it to be ready?"
"Tomorrow!" Does she even sleep…? "Actually I think I'm out of stereos already." She blinks, then turns towards the door. "Hey old man! Do we have anymore old stereos around?!" She calls out, and not even a second later an absolute unit of a man peeks out from the doorway.
Pink hair and pink beard, muscles the size of a truck tire, shoulders big enough to make a bear whimper and run away. No shit Mei is so strong, she's the daughter of this giant!
"You emptied the whole junkyard of them, that am sure." What a deep as hell voice… Mei clicks her tongues and crosses her arms under bust, clad in a simple tank top that shows lots of delicious cleavage. Being a lesbian is very nice.
"We gotta raid another trash dump then!" Mei declares, hitting her fist on her open palm as if it she just had a Eureka moment.
"There's a trash dump called Takoba Municipal Beach in Musutafu, not far from here. Maybe you can find more there?" I suggest with a shrug, then blink when I notice the very intense gazes I gained from both Mei and her giant dad.
"Boys, prepare the trucks!" The man barked aloud, and he was met with a roaring answer of 'Ahoy!' or something like that while I'm left blinking in absolute confusion.
Did I just fuck up Midoriya's training ground?
A.N. Yeah, I've done it again. I give up at this point, it's too much fun writing. Hope y'all enjoy this SI because it's gonna be crazy. 90% of the craziness is because of Mei.
Also, I have never done this and I feel like a horrible person, but thank you to all of my s. Your constant donations just… they are making me feel so much better and like I'm actually doing something, plus they are helping me a lot. Thank you so very much.
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