"Of all the people to be given this opportunity, he was the least deserving, the most likely to fuck it up, and unfortunately the only one who could. Everyone else had been hunted down, and slaughtered by the monster. He had survived, mostly because he had been deemed the least threatening. It stung that he had been right, all of his friends, his teachers were stronger, braver, and more accomplished heroes than he was. They were all amazing and he had been honored to sit in their shadows. When Eri had come up with this plan, everyone who was left had expressed shock and disbelief that such a thing could even be possible. Of course just because they had the idea didn't mean it would work. They had to test it, and I had volunteered to be the dummy. It took weeks, months, even years for Eri to be able to shift things back even a few moments. Every day, hope in heroes died just a little more. I was never supposed to be the final solution. It's funny how life works out.
I awoke in my bedroom, it was a few days after the U.A admission exam judging by my calender. Everything had gone to plan, which was amazing considering it had been a last minute desperate attempt. This had been the most important window, it had to be before class begun so I wouldn't kick up suspicion about not acting normal. I could not risk changing the placements at all. Everyone was vital to the class, and I had to be in it too. The exams could not be tampered with the consequences would be dire. Looking around my room, I could only feel shame spreading through my mind, I had almost been able to forget what a creep I had been as a teenager. I began to trash everything clinging to the walls, my calendar, everything. I didn't even try to save my computer, I just began a factory reset. Then I emptied my trash can into the bins outside. After that was done, I stepped back into the house, I caught sight of the kitchen, and I could have died right then and there a happy man. It had been so long since I had any real food instead of whatever we could salvage. I immediately ran into the room and began to rummage through the fridge. I wanted to eat everything, but I settled on making an omelet. Cracking a few eggs in a pan, I heard the sound of others in the house rousing.
"My uncle stepped into the kitchen in a nice green robe. He poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and sat down at the table, unfurling a newspaper he had brought with him. "I slept well Uncle Charlie, and yourself?" Uncle Charlie didn't look up from his paper. "Oh I took it easy last night, I'm getting old and I can't handle business like I could when I was your age." A woman emerged from just out of sight in a sheer night gown. "Oh you were magnificent, I don't think I could have handled you if you had had more." She draped herself over Uncle Charlie, kissing his neck and rubbing his chest. "Thank you, I suppose I could always give you another ride this morning after I finish my coffee." A second woman entered the kitchen. "That's not fair, you started with her first last night, and I want to go first today." A third voice called back from the bedroom "I called dibs first! He's mine." Uncle Charlie put his coffee and newspaper down. "Ladies, relax! There is more than enough to go around." He gets up, pulling both girls close to himself. "Sorry sport, duty calls, have a good day!" He slowly works his way back to the bedroom with the girls in tow, and it's not long before the house begins to fill with pornographic sounds. When I was a teenager, it had been enough to fill me with envy and self-hatred that I couldn't get any attention from the girls like Uncle Charlie had, every night and day, since I had first gotten to know him. Uncle Charlie was The Most Interesting Hero, one of the illustrious top 50, and had been the sole reason he had wanted to be a Hero at this point in his life. Uncle Charlie's quirk was that he was always where he needed to be, bullets and blows just seemed to miss him, and he would pull people out of trouble seconds before disaster. He literally just followed his intuition and things always worked out. Whether it was women or hero work, he was always perfectly on time. He never struggled at a thing in his life, and people threw themselves at him. I had wanted desperately to be exactly like him.
That was before my friends had shown me what real heroism was, showed me what it was like when someone really saw you, and valued you for more than just your money or the story they would get from you. I was the worst choice for who to send back in time, having had to learn how to be a hero rather than it be instinctive, had to learn how to be a decent human being. But I was Minoru Mineta, and I was not going to let any of my friends die a second time.