AN: So, just to clear it up with Mirio: The fourth holder had One for All for 22 years, and it caused irreversible damage. Back then, it was only the original quirk, plus the quirks of the second and the third holder. Now, Mirio has the quirk of the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh users quirks, and I imagine that with each quirk the strain on the body increases not a fixed amount but more and more, due to this Mirio has very little time with One for All, maybe 2 years if he stretches it.

Chapter 19:

It was a boring afternoon, and I had nothing to do. I was just sitting in my bed, scribbling in my journal, trying to pass time, waiting for the next interesting event to happen. The utter boringness of the situation got worse and worse with each minute that passed.

I could have played video games, true, but just half an hour ago I almost lost control because of a cheater in Bedwars, so I didn't want to tempt fate. Training was always an option, but I wasn't in the mood for any kind of physical activity, so with my two main sources of fun out, I only had my journal, in which I drew some small drawings on the edges and reread previous entries.

After reading through the entries these last couple of years, I noticed that the last one where I drew a self portrait was dated from almost two years ago, which just wouldn't do, so I decided to create a new one.

My appearance was largely unchanged, other than growing a bit. Before being reborn, I already had my favorite hairstyle, and I wasn't willing to part with it. My height was 176 cm, standing next to Todoroki. My hair is a darker shade of blond, while also being unruly, not because of anime logic but because I never bothered to style it in any way, as I said to other people "It just looks good without me doing anything." and with my endless self-confidence behind my words they believed me. Unlike the hairs of others, like Kirishma it wasn't spiky at all, and it didn't have such clear lines like the others'. Their hair looked like it was made from big chunks put together, but I think mine looked more hair-like, not similar to the anime hairs that everyone had here. It didn't obscure my vision however, for some reason it went sideways and upwards, but rarely in front of my forehead.

With the blond hair I also had the blue eyes that came with it, they are a very light shade, you could even mistake them for gray sometimes. Unlike others, my skin didn't have any unusual colors, I was maybe a bit more pale than normal, but that was it.

Ever since I was reborn, there was just something off about everyone. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, and it wasn't the simplicity of everyone's looks, or the unusual hair colors. It took years to realize that almost nobody had lips here. Like, most people's mouth looked like lines.

That was actually a rather fun train of thought, and at least momentarily averted my previous boredom. Momentarily.

- POV change -

Denki Kaminari woke up during the night, because he felt the need to go to the toilet. Rather sleepily, he did, and through the hallway he began to move. He trusted his instincts, and went with his eyes barely being open. Now, you could imagine yourself in this situation, and obviously, you would also freak out, if out of nowhere you saw two bright white eyes come out of another hallway, connected to some sort of horrific dark body that may have came out from the underworld itself, it felt so scary.

Naturally, this fearsome view elicited a girl-like shriek which was incredibly loud from Denki, and he even tried to actiavate his quirk, creating an electric shock all around himself.

The light from the eyes immediately turned towards him, like it didn't even feel the electricity.

This being a hero school, it didn't take long for everyone to wake up and assume that villains attacked or something, since obviously only something very scary and dangerous would make someone scream like they were part of the british ferret-legging competition. Just like that, everyone, everyone quickly exited their rooms, and the lights were quickly turned on in the hallway, by no other than Iida.

The image that they saw, was quite comedic, since in the hallway leading to the bathroom, there was Denki Kaminari on the floor quite scared, and on the other side was the "monster" who was quickly identified as Doppo, in his transformed state. The emotions that he displayed were vastly different from the fear that Kaminari showed, on his face (what could be made out of it, at least, it wasn't a particularly expressive face) the only emotion was annoyance coupled with grogginess.

"Get up, that's just Kamiyama!" was the first thing said to Kaminari, by the ever brave Kirishma, coupled with a hard slap on the back. The aforementioned Kamiyama just groggily looked around, and asked, with quite an annoyed tinge in his voice:

"What is it now?"

Before a proper answer could be given, the doors were thrown open with force, and in the walkway the girl half of the class could be seen, all of them ready to punch the villains who disturbed them, only to see no one else other than their classmates. Before the obvious question could be asked, Iida took the initiative to answer:

"Kaminari scared after seeing Kamiyama in the dark hallway." After looking at Doppo's form, the girls agreed that seeing that in a hallway at night could be scary.

"Seriously, what is it with me?" asked the aforementioned Doppo. He looked around, questioning everyone with just his stare.

"You don't realize?" asked Momo. "You're transformed into that black liquid that you use." The realization lit up his face, and he looked at his arms, and his legs, seeing the void form instead of the usual one.

"Huh." After seeing himself, he decided that it would be better if he rebuilt his body. So, just like always he did it. It didn't look quite good on the outside though, some cracks could still be seen, plus it just didn't look like proper skin, the illusion that he managed to create most of the time wasn't active.

"Now that everything's settled, everyone should go back to their rooms." took control Momo, since she was the class representative. With the adrenaline having worn off, everyone quickly followed her orders, and they slept until the morning.

- POV change -

Next day, during the walk to the school building, I noticed a reporter next to the 3-A dorm building, talking to none other than Mirio. This made me even more sure in my idea that he was the successor, if even the press were trying to get close to him.

Nejire was right next to him, as part of the Big Three trio, but Tamakiji was nowhere to be seen. Well, nowhere right up until I got to 3-B dorm building, and noticed him hiding behind a tree planted around their dorm.

After seeing this show of his extreme psychological problem, because this level of anxiety is definitely one, then I asked myself the question: Why doesn't he find a person with a psychologist quirk? Eighty percent of the population has them, there's bound to be someone who has one that can help him with his problems. He can't even say that he doesn't have the money, he's part of the Big Three, and a lot of things could be said about heroes, but even the notion that popular heroes don't earn colossal amounts of money, is simply ridiculous. If you really wanted to find a hero who didn't earn much, look at Corrosive.

He was actually an interesting case, most of the time he went, his subjects either "escaped" and were never ever seen again, or they were found, much like how it happened with Stain, and in this case he even got fined. But, as demonstrated by a couple of female heroes, you could have multiple jobs as a hero, and Corrosive had the devil's luck in the stock market. Fumiko sometimes said that if someone said that he had a second quirk, one that granted him luck, she would have believed them. But back to Tamakiji. He was a popular student, and a popular hero is a wealthy hero, so he definitely had money in order to find someone to help with his problems.

It wasn't my problem however, so I let it go. If I tried to micromanage everyone, it would only tire me out. It's just that sometimes I get so annoyed when people have problems that could be easily fixed if they happened to me. Or maybe I'm being insensitive, and it's harder than I think. But I like to think that I'm right.

School started, and the first class was the usual homeroom with Aizawa. He told us that all the teachers agreed that we shouldn't do hero work studies, however, contending his first sentence was the next one, where he told us that some teachers still thought that we should do hero work studies, but only with agencies who had good track records. Okay, full stop right there, does Corrosive have a good track record? As far as I'm aware, the only intern in the last decade or so was Fumiko, and I can attest to her being a very skilled hero indeed. I hope they let me go there. Otherwise, what am I going to do otherwise again? Choose an agency, then maybe call Corrosive and ask Fumiko for some strong sedatives or something like that. I'm sure they know someone with a memory altering quirk, so I wouldn't get in trouble.

Thankfully, ACID agency was among the ones UA judged "safe". I'm not sure if they genuinely decided it was safe, which may have been possible, since exactly because of his special efforts, he made sure that everyone who worked with him stayed safe, even if he himself suffered injuries. I wouldn't put it past him to blackmail someone though, if they're teachers and pro heroes then a lot is on the line, and something sensitive from their pasts could very well make them go lower on the popularity charts. Or maybe Fumiko just teleported in one night and changed it. The possibilities are endless.

Now that I was able to officially go heroing whenever I wanted, provided I had adult supervision, I decided to visit Corrosive on the weekend, so how he's doing, and making sure that my cat is still alive. I really hoped she was, she was a cute furball.

When I arrived and entered, nobody sat at the receptionist's desk. This was nothing out of the ordinary, it was unnecessary to have someone posted there during most days, since nobody came here who wasn't part of the club.

After entering the main room, the first thing I noticed was that there were a lot of trees, everywhere, branches along the ceiling, along the walls. I didn't think they were such nature loving individuals. I heard steps, but they were light, much lighter than even Fumiko's, who was supposed to be the lightest person in the building. I immediately broke down my arm, and created a void sword out from my stump. Looking everywhere around me, I tried to find where the sound was coming from. It was closer than the hallways, so the attacker must have been in this very room.

As the sound came from just over my head, I knew I had to act less I be hit from the top, which would put me at a severe disadvantage. Hitting upwards, I slashed the wood that was there, but instead of an attacker, the one who fell into my hands was none other than my kitten. It certainly grew, I could see it at first glance, and I could also hear it from her meowing.

"Don't destroy the furniture, it was hard to find a wood quirk user who was willing to help." came the voice of Fumiko, after which it only took a couple of seconds for her to appear as well.

"Hello to you as well." I greeted her. She just waved at me, dismissively, I might add.

"I assume you came here to use that new fancy provisional license of yours." she told me.

"And you're right. Where's Corrosive?"

"In the hospital for a medical checkup, being stabbed in the lung has consequences, even with the variety of healing quirks available. He should be back any minute now."

"I see you've taken to my cat."

"Wow, you think? Captain obvious, you manage to surprise every time we meet. But yes, I am quite an enjoyer of felines. Don't expect to get her back."

"I'm pretty sure she's happier here, if I brought her to the dorm she would either be confined in my room all day, or pestered by my classmates."

"See? Even you realize that this is the better option. Case closed." just as she finished, we could hear the door opening, and the characteristic voice of Corrosive was heard:

"Everyone, I'm back!" I admit, my reply was quite rude, but it egged me how he found out about my arrival so fast.

"Hey, how did you know I was here?" His answer didn't disappoint me.

"Well, there's a painting, in the reception room, perfectly ordinary and quite generic as well. But, despite the great illusion that was created, it's a holographic painting, and it changes based on how many people are in the building. It doesn't change much, it's not even anything overt, it's just the number of berries in one of the bushes."

"Sensei you never fail to lead with the greatest example!" I was amazed again, my favorite pro hero never disappointed me. Truly an example that outshined even the Symbol of Peace himself.

"Now, with the greetings done, I remember a call about your victory, which I hear was 'done like a pro'. I assume that your here with your fancy new license to use it, right?"

"Damn right I am! I hope you've got ideas, because I've got ideas as well, and if we put two and two together, we can get five!"

"That's the spirit I like!"

AN: Wohoo, we reached over 150 follows! (162 at the time of me writing this AN) It's crazy for me that people like what I write this much.

I managed to make a better approximation for the fic, it's going to end with the Paranormal Liberation Arc, after which I will write my very own completely original arc, then the epilogue, so now everyone knows my plans.

The journal part at the start was because I felt that I never gave a proper description of Doppo, so I tried to integrate it into the story.

Sidenote, while I was watching the anime to know the main plot, there was the scene when Sir Nighteye puts his sidekick, Bubble Girl into a tickling machine. And it's treated as comedy, but it was used a genuine torture method during the middle ages, since it's a biological reaction. You don't laugh because you enjoy it, you laugh because that's how your body reacts. You can even die from it, if it's going on for too long, you literally aren't able to breathe. It's obviously an extreme case, but it shows the problem. It's torture. In a hero agency. Done by a hero. Just blew my mind a little. And yes, yes, I know it was intended as comedy, but it's shit comedy if it isn't funny.

With this chapter, I've started the Shie Hassaikai arc, which is one of the longest, so I was intimidated, and tried to ease into it with this little humor-filled intermission chapter. I hope you liked it!