The lunch hall was busy as ever with students running around, getting food, fighting with food, the usual things you would see in a public school.

Yes, even make-out sessions, though I tend to ignore those people. Even if it's a bit hard too, with claps coming from the back of my booth at times. But hey, I know a quarter of my upperclassmen's names now!

But today the hall was less chaotic than usual. Sure, the tables were loud, but they weren't as loud as before. Ever since Yuuei announced the sports festival, classes have taken it upon themselves to all sit together and come up with a plan for a course of action.

I giggled to myself, taking some dango from the counter and putting it on my plate. I've grown accustomed to Asian food and let me tell you it is the best thing I've ever had.

Sure I had Hispanic parents and nothing will ever top their food but, it's good to finally be able to eat something other than rice and beans every other night.

Uraraka smirked at me as she handed me her three dangos. I lowered my head, a sneaky grin on my face, "Oh, my dear God, how generous of you. Should I drop to my knees and ask for mercy?"

"Yes, your goddess has demanded that you hang out with her and the other goddesses after school today as punishment for taking my food!" The girl exclaimed, attempting to keep a straight face, but a grin would sporadically creep on her chubby cheeks.

As the two of us walked up to our table, where the remainder of our class was seated, I rolled my eyes. Someone – unironically Bakugou – appears to have called a class meeting.

"Okay here me out Bakugou- we tag team and I use my cannonball to throw you at the other teams! Sure, you may get burned because of the canon but that's a minor step back to the plan!"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"She was just suggesting Kacchan, maybe you can blow the cannon up yourself and then cause a mass explosion, you seem to be good at those. You did it a lot to me back in the days if I remember correctly."

"Stop being so fucking cocky, shit ass. Do you all want me to die?"

"Of course not Kaachan!"

"Maybe we do, what about it?"

"Die."

"I've tried."

"May I suggest you tape him with a nuke and then he blows that up in the air after getting out of cannonball."

"OKAY, WHAT THE FUCK-"

It seems Class 1-A has an even stronger bond – though it's so sad they had to go so soon – with each here than they did in the original series. I may have done some team-building exercises to bring us all closer and farther from sanity...

But that is a minor step back to my plan to become number 1!

Now Midoriya is more confident, Yayorozu loves making insane plans, and Bakugou is arguably the most sanest member of the group. Todorki is the second sanest only because he hasn't said anything but once he gets Midoriya's speech, he'll be going up the charts.

Speaking of the devil, Todoroki has been staring daggers at me ever since he recovered from his little slumber party during the 2 against 2 round. Even while I understand why he is acting the way he is, it does not feel a lot better about myself. He apparently sustained a concussion, a fractured finger, and several acid burns.

It's been a long week, I'll tell you.

"What's the story about a cannon and nukes?" I questioned, taking a seat in the middle of the table, directly in front of our dear teen angst, Bakugou.

He scoffed, taking my spicy food, and sliding his strawberry cake towards me. "They want me to be blasted out of a cannon tied to a nuke and blow it when we're near the other classes at the sports festival."

"I don't see why not," I spoke thoughtfully as he kicked my shin, begging me to stop, "unless you are damaged by other explosions other than your own."

Ojiro snorted beside me, pointing his fork at Bakugou. "You hear that, unless your quirk is so weak that it can't handle blasts from other explosions other than your own, you're basically doomed to accept this plan."

"Tell us, Bacchi," the creation god purposely added the nickname which caused him to sigh, "Can you take hits from other explosions?"

Bakugou grumbled, his head tilted up in concentration. I honestly had no idea what the answer was; was it even covered in the manga?

"I'm not sure, I've never tried." He answered curtly, taking a large chunk of his meal.

"Maybe we'll have to put that to the test. Could I propose including some World War bombs into the mix?" Shoji mused as one of his arms snickered once he saw Yaoyorozu's eyes light up.

Honestly, I feel bad for Bakugou now because instead of being the bully he is the bullied.

"Kill me."

"I'm sure the canon will do the job well."

At the jab, I choked on my dango before laughing hysterically alongside everyone else as other classes stared at us curiously.

"Anyways, have you seen Class 1-B? People think they are stronger than us." Jirou commented while sipping on her soda with a roll of her eyes.

Cocky much? Good, we need it during the battles...

"Them?" Kaminari pointed a spoon towards the table next to us, where they were simply chatting. "Please, please. We're called the A class for a reason, you know."

I mean, sometimes it's A and B due to power and intellect, and sometimes it's just because they need to divide the groups. I'm not sure if they purposefully grouped us in class A. That would be a discussion for another day in another reality.

Though I wish I had been in that class. Don't get me wrong: after working with everyone and getting to know them... I've grown attached to them, as much as I despise accepting it. Class B, on the other hand, has always been my favorite given their OP quirks and personalities.

I hummed as I sipped my Coca-Cola. "Not necessarily," everyone turned to face me, "for starters, we don't know if the class was divided apart according to strength or if it was merely to level out classrooms. Second, Class 1-B appear to have the more interesting quirks of the two classes, so if we combine that with their maximum capability, they may dominate us."

"Yeah, but with the exception of a few of us, most of us were top ranking in the exams," Sero said, pointing to me and Kaminari. "I still don't get how you barely got into our class since you're smart as shit and do a damn good job fighting," he observed, tilting his head to the side.

Tsuyu shrugged, deciding to hop into the conversation. Get it, hop, frog... Anyways. "I mean, the exams were a little unfair to those whose quirks didn't fit in with fighting, ribbit."

"But, with her intelligence and quirk, Mina should have been more than capable of defeating the robots and ace the exams." Sato reminded with a hum as he began eating a piece of his cake.

I hummed, my smile being hidden by a sip of my soda. "I truly appreciate the compliments, truly. I suppose I had a rough day or something. In fact, I didn't study at all for the exam, so..."

"And this is why I say we should have a study session every Saturday after school!" Yaoyorozu added, giving me a pointed glare.

I'm not understanding why she wants to study outside of school or why she's staring at me in particular, but whatever. Do whatever you want woman, you're the representative anyways.

As the other continued to chat, I turned my head to find 1-B gazing at us with glares, pondering, or something in the mix. I grinned, waving my hands, even though they were startled, they smiled back. Some of them even winked at me before muttering to one another, most likely about the sports festival.

Perhaps I should ask to train with them for the sports festival soon...

But like all good things, something interrupts family bonding time. One second there is calm and then the next...

"SECURITY BREACH, SECURITY BREACH! PLEASE DO NOT PANIC, MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE NEAREST EXIT." The message looped as mayhem occurred in the hallways as everyone tried to get out of the building.

While the rest of Class 1-A began running for their safety, I stood up slowly, making sure to secure all of the dangos and sweets on everyone's plate into a box before making my way over to the jammed hallways.

What? I love sweets a little too much, there isn't anything wrong with that.

Right?

But I frowned; were there two attacks? The only attack I seem to recall was on the reporters, and that had already occurred, so what was the second one?

Instead of following everyone, I opted to go in a new direction, away from all the students.

… Does New Direction even exist in this world?

I went back to the hall where I first encountered Shigaraki, and to my surprise, someone was there. Not just anyone, fucking Tomura, that stupid little shithead of a lap dog.

Again.

Despite wanting to go over there and straight up ask him where the hell he was yesterday, I decided against it. What would he think if I just randomly knew that he would have been appearing somewhere? Though I dislike him, he is smart.

I'm also not a fool to go against him in my current state. I watched as he combs through documents, pinky in the air, per usual.

Unfortunately, I can't see the files, but there are just around three documents, and as he looks at the third, he laughs. Not just a regular laugh, he laughs with pure delight.

And then he walks off.

And Iida becomes class rep.

What the fuck is going on anymore?

I sighed, resting against the wall, impatiently waiting for my new customer. The quiet footsteps became increasingly louder before I felt a thud on the wall near me.

"Do you have the goods? You know what will happen if they aren't as good as everyone says they are."

I sneered as I tossed them a ziplock bag, which they rushed to grab. "Who do you think I am? Of course, they are. Even a quirk user who is the greatest at these things reckons they're excellent."

"Rio?"

"Who the hell else." I snapped, digging my fingers into my skin as I grew impatient for my money.

With a smile on her face, she opened the zip lock bag and took out the contents. With a squeal, she reached into her pockets and handed me 5,000 yen. I nodded in approval as I saw her meet up with a friend who was also squealing before the two walked away talking about how happy they were.

With a satisfied smile, I pulled myself off the wall and finally went in the opposite direction. Who knew I could earn a living off of this? Granted, a lot of people did it at my old school, but still!

Who thought that taking pictures of Todoroki would win me 1,000,000 yen in a mere day!? Maybe Todoroki stans aren't so useless and horrible after all.

I giggled while I slammed my shoulder into the bathroom door before walking inside to continue counting all the money I had gotten today. "Oh, the insanity of teenage girls..."

"Um..." I looked up and wished I hadn't – keep telling yourself that – because what I saw will be with me for the rest of my life.

A dick, blonde hair, and a red face.

"You do realize this is the boy's bathroom?" Monoma, of all people, managed to speak as I stood silently in front of him.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but I closed it when I realized I couldn't say anything. So I did the obvious thing and rushed out of the room, almost stumbling on the floor but caught myself before booking it out.

As I leaned against the window walls across the bathroom, I covered my face. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I almost saw a guy piss on himself, Monoma no less?

Even if it wasn't my fault, I should apologize. It was the door's fault, it should have fucking warned! That's all there is to it...

Unfortunately, I didn't have to wait long since the door squeaked open while I was still coming up with an apology.

Monoma strolled out, his eyebrow raised, as if he'd forgotten what had just transpired. "What do you want, class a pervert?"

"I'm a pervert!? No no, I'm sorry, alright? I wasn't paying attention since money got to my head, and I ended up in the guy's restroom by mistake, okay?" I explained frantically as the corner of his lips twitched up a bit but he remained calm.

He hummed as he strolled beside me, resting against the glass. "It's fine... But I'm gonna use this to blackmail you for the rest of your life."

He smirked at me as I pouted, causing him to pause. I sighed after a little moment of quiet as he gazed at me. "What can I do to convince you not to tell anyone about this?"

He raised his head to the ceiling before returning my gaze with a brief grin. "Come train with me and my class whenever you have time."

And so regrettably – you won't regret this, no matter how much you wanted to – did just as he said.

I trained with his class whenever I could after school, even if it meant training before or after Class 1-A's session. I would sometimes skip classes to train with them during their breaks or their hero training. After school, I would train for 3-6 hours before staying up late preparing for classes and exams.

And so the next 2 weeks were chaos, fun, but chaotic.

Monoma shook his head, his brows furrowed. "You're doing everything wrong; you're supposed to shift to the side when the wind blows."

"You aren't the one sparring big hands over here alright!?"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?"

"That's the spirit Kendo, blow the pinky away!"

"FUCK YOU MONOMA!"

"I wouldn't mind, you already saw-."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID SHIT ASS PRICK-"

"That's not how you do it, you're supposed to replace the x for 3 and then simplify. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"I DID THAT AND I GOT THE SAME ANSWER SENSEI!?"

"You replaced x for 2 instead of 3, ribbit."

"You know what, I was hungry for fries but I don't mind frog legs either."

"Let's go, I dare you to try it."

"Let's do this you sack of amphibian shit!"

I stare at her.

She stares back.

We sat there crisscrossed in the middle of the field multiple fights around us before she smiled like the devil's assistant. "I hope the fire of hell burns you so you can be sinned and purified."

"You wish. I've already paid off my sins with divine punishment not even a few days ago." I replied with a smile.

"I've found my divine soulmate. Please elope with me, my love!"

"I'm good..."

"But the divine gods said it was fate that we meet and elope with each other!"

"She's already eloping with me right, Mina?"

"Since when were we on a first-name basis? And no, we aren't Monoma."

"Are you sure?"

"... Yeah sorry, Neito and I eloping, Shiozaki..."

"Nothing a little murder can't fix, my love."

"So, Hagakure..." I muttered as the girl painted my nails in her room. She had invited me after she saw how tired I was after training. Something about skincare, boy drama, and then boom I was at her house as she gave me a full-on spa treatment.

Her parents owned a famous spa hotel and when she was younger she would always learn because it fascinated her and she would become the owner once she was of age. People from around the world come to get treatments and massages. When I asked if Obama or Beyonce stayed here she looked at me all weird asking who they were and if they were famous.

Looks like my reality doesn't exist here. Not that I'm surprised, it's 2351, and nothing I know of except a few things exist here. Google doesn't even exist, instead, it was replaced by a search engine called, 'Z-Tech'.

"Please call me Toru!" She exclaimed as I felt her wink.

I sighed with a smile. "Alright, then you can call me Mina."

"Alright! Mina, tell me about yourself, give me all the juicy details! Any crushes, drama, or new quirk-related abilities-" I shook my head, amused, as she continued to ramble.

As she gasped, I flicked her forehead. "Chikita, calm the fuck down. Let's see... I don't have any crushes, Todoroki loathes me for beating him and taking photos of him, and I don't have any new quirk-related abilities..."

"What about your family life? You never try to talk about 'em." Toru asked, taking out a bottle of black nail paint, to create some interesting designs on my nails.

I hummed as I gazed up at the star-studded ceiling in her bedroom. "Well, I have two fairly laid-back mothers. One is a quirk doctor, while the other treats children with mental health issues. They did, however, leave for the time since they went to Dubai without me."

Toru giggled as I rolled my eyes after hearing how they ditched me. "Haha, I can't imagine how you felt when they told you they were leaving for Dubai without you."

"They left me a note."

"HA!"

I fought Kuroiro at some point over the two weeks. It's just after I trained for two hours with Class 1-A, aiming to push our quirk capabilities with Aizawa-sensei.

"You shall not beat me." Was all he murmured before submerging into the darkness of the earth. As I lingered to see him go one shadow and out the other, his classmates cheered him on with the occasional 'go Ashido'.

After a moment, I pounced.

One ended up being distracted by a girl while the other stood victorious. Not even a second later it turned into a wrestling match with each other as everyone walked away disappointed with the outcome, but also to get some popcorn.

"YAOYOROZU I'M NOT DOING YOUR STUPID CANNONBALL PLAN."

"Awww c'mon Bakugou, you know you want to! Wouldn't it make Mamarozu proud?"

"Mamarozu? Really?"

"Shut it Ashido."

"Alright, Pa-iida."

"DO IT BACCHI!"

"FUCK NO AND STOP CALLING ME THAT PET NAME YOU WHACK JOB!"

"So you copied my quirk but don't know how to use it?"

"It's weird, every time I try, it spirals out of control, and this never happens," Monoma admits as we watch everyone spar whilst Vladd-sensei offers them tips and strategies.

We sat under a large tree, away from all the spring heat. Today it seemed to be 90 degrees, which might be due to someone's quirk, but I want to die from the heat. My head fell on Monoma's lap while he fanned himself and me, his fingers unconsciously untying the knots in my hair, though I tend not to say anything. It feels... right when he does it, much to the amusement of Komori and Kendo.

Vladd-sensei doesn't seem to mind that I'm there, and I'm not sure whether Aizawa-sensei knows where I am, but I assume he does because he doesn't say much when I return to the following period.

I tapped my chin, trying to figure out why he couldn't fully use my quirk. "I don't know, it's not like I had problems controlling my quirk when I was a child..."

Thing is, I knew why. It was likely because I entered this body. After all, even I have trouble controlling it at times, and I get massive drawbacks like pain where I use the quirk the most, headaches, nausea, burns on my skin when using it for more than an hour, and my skin even turned pale white in areas, leading my class to genuinely think I was dying.

Even without using my quirks I sometimes just have to go to Recovery Girl because I feel mentally and psychically ill. My soul seems uncostumed to the air and energy of this world so it's having a hard time getting used to this.

"You're lying." That was all he said with a frown as he looked down at me.

He knows me too well and I hate him and his pretty face for it.

Later in the future, I would learn that it was a good thing that he knew me so well.

I sighed as I leaned against the table, math. Like everything else in life, it is useful yet pointless. I whirled in my chair before collapsing into my bed. Stupid school and training; now I'm home at 1 A.M prepping for a math quiz.

"WE'RE HOMEEEEEE BABY!" Baby?

Ooooh, the parents...

Oh no.

I got out of bed, taking a big breath, and walked downstairs to greet Mina's two moms. All I could say, Izanami and Salma Ashido are the most stunning mothers I've ever seen.

You may well be wondering how they had Mina. To be honest, I don't have a fucking clue. It's probably someone's quirk where they can aid same-sex couples so they could produce a child, which is extremely cool.

"Welcome back, moms!" I shouted, putting on a phony grin, as they came up to me and hugged me, babbling about the beach, souvenirs, hotels, and everything I couldn't do.

"Mommy has been worried about you! How is school going for you? I know you've been messaging me every day, but-" Izanami delighted and rambled on as she continued to shake my shoulders.

Salma placed a soothing hand on Izanami's shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. "Please, dear, relax. I know we're all exhausted, and Nana needs to get some extra rest before the festival in a few days. In fact, you haven't slept since we boarded the plane."

Izanami took a breather before grinning a little sheepishly. "Oopsie, I suppose I got a little carried away. Nana, please accept my apologies; mommy has been missing you tremendously. In any case, you should probably go to bed. We'll chat some more in the morning, okay?"

"Alright Ma, just get a nice night's rest," I murmured softly. Izanami kissed my forehead before heading upstairs, leaving Salma and me behind.

"You'd better tell me how school is going, Nana. Specifically, if you have any crushes, such as the Nieto boy you mentioned or the Hagakure gal." As I sighed, she tormented me by softly wiggling her brows.

"Mommmmm!" Good, keep up that acting.

As I pouted, she smiled and ruffled my hair. "As a mother, I just had to! Let's both go to bed; tomorrow is Saturday, so let's all head to the mall together."

"Alright, night mom!" I exclaimed racing back up the stairs with a smile. They aren't too bad, I could get used to this...

Before I knew it, the festival had finally arrived. And like all pure things, outcasts and lapdogs want to ruin it with their selfish ways. Nieto said it was because evil and karma follow me everywhere but I disagree.

Fate and God just want to be a bitches for no reason.

L personality, don't worry they aren't going to stick
forever. especially not after this arc LMAOOOO

death, destruction, and angst!
get ready.