Disclaimer: I Don't Own My Hero Academia

Just having fun with this one

South niggas, stand up!~ weak niggas, man up!~ Fuck these niggas that don't show us no love!~

This was the song I rapped along with as I swaggered my way to Japan's greatest hero school, completely uncaring of the probing eyes of sheer bewilderment I was receiving since I was rapping in perfect English. Fifteen years had gone past since I was bizarrely reborn in the My Hero Academia world, a show I never held in any such great regard. This musta been the lord's way of punishing me for my bad life, I reckon. Being a boy from South London's infamous ends had its downfalls, I guess.

I don't know. I wasn't massively religious but my old Jamaican grandma on my Dad's side was, so I try and pay respects to her lord of Christianity. She was my favourite out of the two by far, so I had to do what I could to show my appreciation for all her love and care.

I felt a hand pat me on the back like a mosquito's bite. I'm pretty sure she used most of her strength, too, given the hard noisy impact it made but I barely felt anything.

"Hi ya, Ryu-chan!~" I rolled my wireless black headphones with red trim down to the tip of my neck in time to hear my 10 months-long friend spring in front of me with her limitless energy, taking my breath away for the umpteenth time. Bushy, unkempt pink hair sat atop her crown a tone lighter than her skin and from that description alone you should really know who I was acquainted with. Fuck me. Who knew a strange pink-skinned alien-looking girl could be so sexy, my word?

Mina was a bombshell of a beauty, possessing healthy thighs and curvy hips, plenty of her beautiful legs left exposed by the skirt of our former middle school. Hell, even those two small horns protruding out of her hair and her wide, pitch-black orbs with golden irises just added to the uniqueness. I had to hand it to the author of this series. He wasn't my favourite by any stretch of the imagination but he sure knew how to draw up some fine-ass females, no word a lie.

"You excited for the graduation exam?!" She asked, rapid fire-like and I had to forcefully pull my eyes away from her body lest she think I was a creep. We weren't a great deal close. In fact, if I was being honest with myself, we were acquaintances at best. I only ended up transferring to her school when I moved to Tokyo from the countryside. It should be noted that she was only referring to me by my first name because I specifically asked her too, getting permission to use her first name in the process. I just wasn't big on calling guys other than senseis by their surnames, so yeah.

"You know it," I mustered up a grin I hoped was breezy, pulling up my phone to turn off 8ball & MJG's Stand Up, "Been busting my ass off for the last ten years. I got this shit in the bag."

"I see that," While I had reservations of checking out the opposite sex, Mina sure didn't because she let her eyes roam all over me to my severe discomfort. A quip predictably left her lips pulling back into a cheeky smile, "Ooh!~ Who you trying to impress, stud?"

I chuckled, tucking my hand back behind my neck in a sheepish motion. Sometimes I made myself prime target for teasing, especially with how I dressed, open school shirt displaying a white singlet wife-beater with a chain dangling over my toned cheeks. Two black, curvy tattoos raged up my arms like a Koi fish swimming up the waterfall to become a mighty dragon, the heads of each decorating my pecks.

"Kawaiii!" Mina squealed, taking a piece of my cheek in her fingers, "You're blushing! That's so cute!"

"Yeah, yeah." I smiled, gently easing her off. I swore I was gonna put a ring on that girl's finger, just as soon as I worked up the courage to move past first-base and started making progress on forming a relationship with her first. I've barely managed to muster up two words to her these past 10 months unless she initiated the conversation first.

Mina snickered, "C'mon Ryu-chan! Let's go," She held the straps of her yellow backpack, pirouetting with a precious bounce. "Don't wanna be late."

"Right behind ya."

We sauntered into U.A.'s grand halls, meeting up with my boy Kirishima Eijiro along the way, all without taking off our outdoor shoes either. Strange given Japan's customs but I do recall Midoriya's red and black sneakers always being on his feet when he was in U.A. during the anime's runtime. Then again, Aizawa did say something about U.A. not being a traditional school or something along those lines when Class 1-A skipped the high school ceremony and all that other high school jazz to undergo his Quirk assessment test.

2 hours crawled by at a snail's pace during the duration of the written portion of this elite school's entrance exam. I wasn't academically gifted in any sense of the imagination but I was confident enough in my brains that I could average out a mediocre score at least. If not, I could always make up for It in the practical exam which was the main decider whether a student got into U.A. or not.

We travelled to an auditorium outside of the main campus where we would be briefed of the trials and tribulations of the practical test. Standard stuff really. Finding our seats in a back row, we found our battle centre cards in front of them.

"What's this?" Mina asked, sitting on the other side of me and looking over her card, "Battle centre E?"

"We'll find out," I intoned, scanning mine. "F, huh?" I wasn't in Midoriya's or Bakugo's to fuck any of them over, unless the timeline changed obviously. To my knowledge, everything's been canon, right up to my boy Eijiro pussying out from helping those girls being coerced for directions by that golem-looking creature. So in theory, they should still be in Battle Centres B and A respectively.

"I guess," Eijiro said, still currently with his black hair. He didn't dye his red until after he was accepted into U.A. in the anime. Maybe the manga was different but fuck that. I needed the colours, especially with Mina's design. "I'm in D."

"Looks like they're splitting us up for some reason," I pretended to rationalize in cool nonchalance, propping myself down and hiking my legs up on the desk, "Sure they'll explain it when this thing starts up."

"True enough." Mina shrugged, smirking at my laid-back posture.

The lights dimmed, much to my irritation since I was wearing sunglasses to hide my mutated eyes.

The stage swallowed all the lights, shining brilliantly on Present Mic's lanky frame. Man proper rocked that punk rocker vibe with proud flair, wearing a black leather jacket, with spikes decorating the collar, tight leather pants, orange shades and thick boots, complimenting his wildly towering Super Saiyan-like blond hair and that strange stereo-like neckwear draped around his neck.

He tapped his foot and bounced his knee with a swagger, pointing his finger skywards as though he were holding the Olympic torch, "Can I get a yoooooooo!" He chirped, amplified cheerful voice washing over the deafening silence as he cupped his ear, "I said, can I get a YOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Even a dropping pin-needle could be heard in the void of deafening silence ruling over us like the king of a barren desert.

I snorted, "Man has energy, I'll give him that much."

"No kidding," Mina replied blankly, eliciting a nod from Ejiro.

"Keeping it mellow, huh? That's fine, I'll just go ahead and skip right on with the show!" He roared, "Are you readyyyyyyyy!" Another void of awkward silence eclipsed the hall, but he smoothly continued on like a pro, "Like your applications said, you rocking boys and girls will be contesting fifteen minute mock battles in super urban settings!"

A holographic image of multiple colourful squares lettered A to G appeared behind him.

"Feast your eyes, my friends! After I drop the mic you'll head to your specified Battle Centres!"

I pumped my fist enthusiastically, "Boom! Hope someone picked up the phone of that call, cuz that was me, boy!"

"Way to go, bro!" Eijiro high-fived me with similar elation.

Mina was downcast about my "prediction" being on point for some reason, "Aw, man. And I was really looking forward to teaming up with you, Ryu-chan!"

"Oh?" I said, simmering down immediately and nervously scratching the side of my neck. I looked down, face beating red and muttering underneath my breath so quietly I'm sure she barely heard me. "…Well, thanks, I guess.

I caught sight of a sly grin running across her lips from the corner of my eye, "Oh, what's this? You're turning red?" She inched suggestively closer, palms resting on her chin, "Did you wanna team up with little old me too, Ryu-chan?"

I laughed uneasily, "Hey, look! Literally anything!" I recommended to subvert the conversation, drawing a pout. I silently took that as a W, scrubbing the invisible sweat off my brow as our robotic foes we would be facing in our battle centres appeared in their usual shadowy silhouettes, as per canon.

"There are four types of faux-villains in every Battle Centre!" Mic hollered with continuous energy to rival Mina's. I did not know where the man stored away all that vibrancy. What a character, I swear, "Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirks to swat aside these dastardly foes like a mid-song guitar solo!" The holographic screen than shifted and played a recording of a pixelized Present Mic swaggering through a world obviously running on the classic Super Nintendo engine before encountering an equally pixelated bot and stomping it out of existence, a'la Mario.

He pirouetted, facing sideways to wag a finger as if chiding children in nursery, "But check it! Make sure you keep things heroic because attacking other examinees is a big no-no, ya dig."

I braced my ass cheeks for this next part – the part when four-eyes would go all Mc Assface and call out our green-haired protagonist for next to no reason. Or your main protagonist I should say. (#Not my main character) Midoriya wasn't my favourite shounen main character by far, but I didn't want to see the poor guy chewed out in front of everyone. I wasn't that much of a douchebag.

Sure enough, Iida stood, hand rose, just as muscular and ripped as he was in the series, sporting the regular short Japanese-styled hair in blue. Standard procedure to fit his smart image. His uniform of his former private middle school consisted of a beige sleeveless sweater underneath a white dress shirt properly buttoned up (because it was Iida and German-esque efficiency ran in his family) and black pants.

A light shone around him like the heavens.

"Excuse me. I have a question." Iida started politely enough.

"Uh-oh, looks like we have a caller calling in with a complaint!" Mic quipped, "Hit me!"

He held a sheet of paper, rustling it with a slap, "Yes, I was led to believe there would be three faux-villains on the official U.A. printout." Sure enough U.A. did purposely only show the robots worth any points on said printout. He goes on to rant, "With all due respects, if this is a mistake on official U.A. material then it is shameful! We are exemplary students who expect the best from Japan's most esteemed school!" Here, he turned to look somewhere in the crowd, pointing to his target, "Additionally, you there! With the long hair!"

"Eep!"

Long hair? That didn't look sound right. Midoriya didn't have long hair. I was ashamed to admit it took me a second to clock he was referring to me and my long hair even after Mina yelped in fright. In hindsight, I should've realized that but I had been so focused on jumping to Midoriya's defence I didn't think Iida's ire could potentially turn to me.

"Um." Mina tapped me on the shoulder, speaking quietly like she was afraid to trigger my temper, "Ryu-chan, I think he means you."

I pointed to myself, clueless.

"Yes, you," Iida rolled his eyes behind his contract lenses, "You've been speaking this whole time and rather loudly I might add. Stop that! You're-."

"Shut your mouth, man!" I roared venomously, completely taking Iida aback.

"Excuse me!"

"S'cuse yourself, bitch!" I retorted, leaving him speechless at the sheer audacity of it all, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You got a problem with me, come say it to my face. I'll knock your ass straight out."

Confusion was painted all over the younger Iida teen's face like colourful, stylized Graffiti at this point. Good. This prick really thought just anyone would take his tongue-lashing like the former wimpy Midoriya and as a consequence had no response to me calling bullshit and telling him to go fuck himself, "Y-You'd really threaten a fellow examinee?!"

"When that same bitch is trying to call me out in front of everyone, fuck yeah I would. What? You really think mans taking that shit laying down?" I kissed my teeth in loud irritation, wrapping a leg over the other, "You must be dumber than you look. Get out of here, man."

If looks could kill, because my Quirk might have a run for its money. He was seething.

Present Mic finally stepped in at last to put an end to my explosive outburst though it already ended, "Alright! Alright! Examinee! Save that fiery passion for the faux-villains, okay?" He thumbed up me but I didn't care as I kissed my teeth again, being consoled by Eijiro and Mina with sheepish grins on their faces, "As for your question. That last one is worth zero points! He's just an obstacle we'll be throwing in your way. You can fight him but there's kinda no point!" Another scene flashed, playing out one of Present Mic encountering the supposedly inconsequential zero-pointer and running from it.

"A-Ah. I see!" Ha. Fuck you. Now you just look like an ass. "Forgive the intrusion." In all fairness to Iida, he did bow, before turning to glare heatedly at me, to which he found the bird directed right at him.

I'll happily take that dub.

"Ollie's shooting stars!~ Somebody once told me the world's gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed!~ She was looking kinda dumb with her finger in the shape of a L on her forehead!~

I sat in the back of the bus, jamming out to some mashup of Closer & All Star I found on soundcloud (Closer + All Star (The Chainsmokers & Smash Mouth Mashup) By DJ Dwibbit _ Unlimited), scowling darkly at anyone ballsy enough to send me a dirty look. One good look at my briefly unshielded eyes was enough to turn them yellow, pointedly turning them away from me.

Sometimes it paid to have a Quirk mutation, though I couldn't turn off my permanently ruby-eyes (hence why I shielded them with sunglasses 99% of the time so I didn't end up scaring people unintentionally) I could switch off my scaly skin like Eijiro's hardening, there was that.

U.A. was next level elite, though, I had to admit. Examinees and students needed to take buses to traverse it's enormous landscape. No coincidence considering it owned the entire mountain range it was built upon.

I got through five songs of Sean Paul, Elephant Man, Bob Marley, Eazy E and Biggie Smalls before we reached our destination.

I let the normies hop off, taking my sweet time to stretch out my sleepy limbs from the duration of the ride. When the interior was all but abandoned save for me, that was when I hopped off in a grey, hoody tracksuit with a white undershirt. We were all given time to change out of our uniforms before departing to our proverbial destinies on buses.

I hung back, looking like I was moodily sizing up the competition with my naturally scowling expression. I wanted to see If I could spot any of the other prominent characters of what would ultimately go on to make up Class 1-A or even 1-B in canon, though I couldn't recall even half of Class 1-B for the life of me. I did remember big hand girl and that guy that always roasted the fuck out of 1-A whenever he saw them. Either way, one of the fuckers was sadly losing their spot in the Hero Course because I was here and I was leagues clear of nearly everyone in the exam save Bakugo. That was just the luxury I had of knowing what I had to do specifically to be immensely powerful.

Just bust my ass off. It wasn't like my Quirk was exceptionally gifted because it really wasn't. I had the powers of a Dragon of thunder and on paper it sounds lit as hell, but in reality it wasn't. It was so nerfed the doc told me I was better off not being a hero.

I snorted mentally.

Showed what he knew.

My eyes snapped back to a peculiar pair of floating clothes, a pink sports bra, light blue short shorts and white sneakers with pink trim decorating them.

'Can only be Toru-chan.' I noted. Nearly missed the invisible chick. She really blended into the background, both figuratively and literally with her normie girly personality and quirk that left her completely unseen to the naked eye save her clothes one hundred percent of the time. 'Maybe she'll be the one to lose her spot to me.' Kinda weird that she even got into U.A. with such an underwhelming power. Beneath that all, she was just a normal high school girl. On that point of things that don't make sense, how the fuck did she end up beating Midoriya or even Mineta in Aizawa's physical fitness exam? Her Quirk gave her no physical advantages and the series made it pointedly clear that beneath her invisibility, she was just a normal fifteen-year-old teenage girl. You're telling me Midoriya, after all his hardcore nearly year-long gym-like workout with All Might, that he WASN'T physically more fit than a normal teenage girl?

The fuck you say, bruh!?

It's just straight bullshit.

Hell, at least half of the kids that ended up beating Midoriya really shouldn't have when you think about it. Koda, Kaminari, Jiro, Sero, Aoyama, Tsuyu, etc. I would even throw Mina or Uraraka in there, too. They did not have Quirk amplifiers that would help them in a disguised physical fitness test. Even if they manage one outstanding score, Midoriya's herculean toss in the softball throw should've balanced that out. Actually, to be fair, Uraraka's softball throw did far surpass Midoriya's own, so maybe she could've beaten him with that score alone. Maybe. But Aoyama? Nah. At most, he had two good scores and I don't believe they were so good as to completely overshadow Midoriya's.

I don't know, man.

If the author really wanted Midoriya to finish last to keep the illusion that he was some underdog, he should've planned it better.

"ARE YOU READYYYYYY!" Present Mic's elated voice roared over the voice comms scattered around the area.

"About time." I said, watching the gigantic brown gates of the minuscule town-shaped battlefield slowly peel back, a blinding white peeking through, "Time to blow these fools out of the water."

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? THERE'S NO COUNTDOWN IN REAL FIGHTS! RUN, RUN! THE DIE HAS ALREADY BEEN CAST, Y'KNOW?!"

I smirked, letting the pack surge ahead of me into the battle centre, "I knew that. I was just giving 'em a five second headstart." I squatted slightly, scaling up my tattooed arms as my scarlet eyes glowed. Then, I moved, accelerating forward with all the explosive speed of my man Sonic, tearing up the ground of whence I trod. I surpassed the chasing pack in a matter of seconds, leaving them for dead and probably stunning them into silence at my ferocious speed before scanning the city replica around me with a telescopic dragon sight. One of the benefits of having eerie dragon eyes was that I could use them to zoom forward as though they were a telescope, granting me the power to see through tangible objects.

As such, it was no surprise I found a three-pointer lurking in a building before it found me with my immense speed and sight prowess, possessing enough physical strength to charge straight through the wall like a rhinoceros and into the poor bot as though it were made out of lego. It exploded instantly, awarding me a handsome three points I took with me to the other side of the building, my momentum carrying me through said wall with enough force to collapse the whole thing.

"That's 3," I noted, turning my head over my shoulder to see the falling debris, "Hm. Should probably be careful of collateral damage." I readied myself for take-off, "Don't know what they're testing me on." I blitzed all around Battle Centre F, resembling no more than a lengthy trail of white energy. I was confident from where all the staff members were monitoring the events of the practical exam that most of them probably thought I bared a striking resemblance to a white Sonic, surging around the landscape at such speeds like this.

Bot villain after bot villain met their demise. I had lost count of how many mock foes I had decimated after fifty.

"Ah! Help meeeee!" I halted like a screeching train, recognizing that whiny voice anywhere. My gaze followed the sound of said plea to find canon Class 1-A's resident pervert being chased by three bots, still as diminutive as ever and with his purple tennis ball-shaped hair.

'Oh, shit. My boi Mineta!' I acknowledged, pondering, 'Why didn't I see him?' Probably because he was so damned small to be fair. Seeing him fall over, at the mercy of the mock foes prompted me to action. I appeared before his terrified gaze like a ray of light as I tore my way through the middle of the three robots, elbowing the other two out of existence.

Mineta's frightened expression turned to one of astonishment understandably, tears disappearing and jaw-dropping. Amongst it all, I kindly offered my hand to the small boy, "Y'okay, bro?" I squatted, "You're not hurt, are you?"

Mineta shook off enough of his stupor to accept my hand, "Y-Yeah, thanks."

"No problem!" I grinned, turning to accelerate away, "Good luck. You got this, g." Leaving him with those parting words, I sped off. I hoped he made it into the Hero Course. He wasn't that bad of a character. Sure, he was a pervert and all, but so was I in my past life and I was way worse than Mineta. Really, I had no right to judge him for his misgivings given my own.

"Damn it! I'm stuck!"

I craned my head to see another noticeable student from canon in need of rescuing. You might recognize him. I barely did. I think he was reintroduced in the horrific Joint Training Arc in the equally horrific season five. God. I despised season five with a burning passion.

Anyway, it was wolf-boy with the brown fur and shades who was crying out for help, somehow managing to get himself trapped underneath piles and piles of debris. I'd wager a three pointer or two probably rammed him into a building and during the ensuing encounter, wrecked the place up enough to bring down a huge chunk of it on them.

I shrugged, racing inside. I was beside him in a split second or two, effortlessly blowing the rubble to pieces with a roundhouse kick packed with enough power to form a gust of strong air, carrying the debris and his breath away from him.

"I gotchu," I said, pulling him up.

"Uh, thank you very much, kind sir," He replied cautiously.

A nod, "Be more careful." I warned, leaving before the conversation could descend into awkward territory. I ended up helping tons more helpless normies who were either outnumbered or trapped under something. Part of me felt sorry for their Quirk's lack of power and the other part didn't because at the end of the day, they were lazy. They shouldn't have been so dependent on their Quirks or so despondent because it was weak. Just because your Quirk lacked power did not mean you needed to!

I was a prime example of that.

Go to the gym and bust weights, strengthening your body little by little, day by day, until you were at a point that you didn't even need your Quirk; that it just acted as a buff to your already impressive physical strength rather than your main selling point.

It was important not to be one-dimensional.

Present Mic issued an alert regarding the end of the exam at some point of all of this.

"Should be about time for the endgame." I observed, slowing my pace to a casual pace. I had more than enough to pass, disposing of more than enough faux-villains to eclipse the high score while doing charitable work on the side for the extra cred. Unless they were deducting points for poor behaviour, it was safe to say I had top spot firmly in the bag.

The endgame approached.

I could feel it in the vibrating ground and the growing apprehension of those around me also sensing the subtle earthquake. A shadow arose from seemingly nowhere, eclipsing everything in sight. The tension tightened exponentially, participants gasping for air staring down the titanic behemoth zero-pointer the ever-enthusiastic Mic had warned about them, waves of sand rolling off of its enormous robotic figure.

They didn't need any invitation to bolt for the hills with their tails wrapped firmly between their legs, running past me as though there were a fire alarm. I smirked at it all, standing my ground without a trace of fear evident in my posture. I probably looked like an insane person broken loose from the asylum to everyone I assisted, but I paid them no mind. They would soon see for themselves what real power was.

"Alrighty, then!~" I cracked my knuckles, only feeling more exhilarated by the loud stampeding of my giant foe. "Let's go, Mr Zero-pointer!" I set myself into a stance, flaring the electrical power inherited from my Quirk. Sparks of electricity began to dance around my lightened, now ethereal complexion and my long hair rose, standing on end as though I had transformed into a Super Saiyan.

Then I moved, cratering the ground with my explosive speed and reaching my target within a fraction of a second, leaping up and corkscrewing my body, sending the ends of my feet into its countenance, "Dragon Twister!" I roared. The effects were instantaneous. The Zero-pointer's entire head disappeared in a noisy detonation and the rest of its body followed, falling away like so much fine China.

It was like it was night-time when I landed on my feet, my complexion and hair returning to normal. My display of power had more than sucked the life right out of the atmosphere. Gawking eyes filled with trepidation couldn't leave my figure. It was like they were hypnotised by the demonstration of pure physical might. For my part, I ignored them, putting up my phone and turning on a song to jam to as I sauntered back to the entrance even before hearing the end of the exam.

One Week Later

Finally, the moment of truth.

I accepted my letter of notice from U.A. at my apartment door my uncle and aunt were paying for in my baby blue coloured underwear and white singlet. Kicking the door shut with the back of my heel, I scratched my stomach beneath my vest while looking over my letter, eyeing UA's insignia stamp and heading back to my futon. I moved into a simple bachelor apartment after leaving my hometown with one whole room combined with a side miniscule kitchen.

Grey carpet lined the floor, complementing the milky cream white walls. I didn't have much in the way of furniture and I liked it that way personally. Meant less shit to move. Instead, I had a white futon behind a small, low chocolate brown table and a pillow beside it. Ahead of those sat a 34 inch monitor resting cosily on another table with a gaming laptop and a Nintendo Switch hooked into it.

I ungracefully propped myself down on my bed, turning on my side whilst I listened to the soft beat of some random Chinese remix I also found off Soundcloud. Thank fuck Soundcloud existed in this world. I wouldn't know what to do without it.

"Here we go," I said, tearing the letter in half and chucking the small disc it held inside onto my table. It started instantaneously, lighting up my darkened room in a mysterious blue hue. A background straight out of some cheesy talk show series materialized in the holographic glow, hosting the herculean man of the My Hero Academia world, baring his standard late 80s shounen masculine physique.

I always wondered if Horikoshi was a fan of shounen classics like Fist of the North Star and JoJo's Bizarre Adventures Part 1 & 2. It seemed likely given his age. He would've grown up around the same time they were being serialized and released. All Might certainly paid homage to characters such as Kenshiro and JoJo's first three protagonists whether he meant to or not with his hulking figure.

Dude was ripped, sporting his usual sun yellow coloured striped suit matching his outlandish hair, two huge bunny rabbit-styled bangs protruding upwards.

"I. Am. Here. IN HOLOGRAHPIC FORM!" I fondly rolled my eyes at his spiel, "Now, before I begin, I was made aware of an altercation you had with a fellow examinee during the briefing for the practical exam, young man." I winced, holding my breath as holo All Might fisted his hips. "It's to my understanding that you were provoked, however, I wouldn't be fulfilling my duty as a member of staff if I didn't caution you appropriately for your usage of such foul language, young man." Oh shit! He sounded pissed in a passive manner and I was bricking it until he clarified, releasing a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding in, "You're not in trouble this time, however, I would like you to heed caution. U.A. does not tolerate such behaviour, Kanizaki-kun."

"Got it, chief," I said pointlessly.

All Might's stern expression then brightened to one of elation, "Now onto the show!" He bellowed, throwing his arms up, "You performed adequately on the written exam, passing with a respectable score but it's the practical exam where you truly shined like a beacon of light!" I grinned, bubbling up inside. "With three hundred and forty villain points alone, you've completely beaten my high score by a landslide!"

I goggled, "Holy fuck! 340!" I knew I took out a lot of bad guys, but I didn't think I annihilated that many, staring down at my open palm in spooked amazement like I was unsure if this was really me, "Holy shit… I'm OP."

"But that's not all. I bet you didn't know there was a hidden factor we were secretly grading examinees on!" I smirked. "RESCUE POINTS! You went out of your way to spare a helping hand to those in need and how could the Hero Course reject someone with the true heart of a hero. You've been awarded a further 80 points, bringing your final score to 420!"

I leaped up in a burst of childish energy, flying kicking the air, "boomshakaXHAKA!"

"Kanizaki Ryuji, welcome to U.A. hero course. I look forward to working with such a promising prospect as I will be a teacher there like I had alluded to."

g"Same here, Might Guy-sensei," I mocked, laughing while the recording faded, darkness consuming my room. Not for long though since my smartphone started ringing. I hummed, reaching down to grab my phone off my table, face warming at the name, "Impeccable timing, sis." I answered, moving the device to my ear, "Hey, Fumi-chan!"

"Oniichan!" She beamed, sounding like she was hardly containing her excitement. "Did you get your acceptance letter yet!?"

"Yep!" The evident pride in my voice had her stifling squeals. My hubris shined even brighter when I jabbed my thumb against my chest, "And I got in cuz of course I did."

"YAY!" She gushed, "I knew you could." I snickered. "Hey, you should come home and celebrate. I'll make you your favourite!"

"Sounds good, Fumi-chan. School ain't starting for another three weeks anyway. I'll swing by tomorrow. Make a short vacay outta it."

"YAY! You're the best, Oniichan!"

"I know."

Bruh, what the fuck is up with these pussy-ass main characters, man? I mean, seriously, bro. Takebitchy from Tokyo Revengers, Naoto from the mean girlfriend shit anime or whatever (Don't Mess with Me, Miss Nagatoro) and Midoriya, though in all fairness to Midoriya he at least grows a pair as the story progresses. Still, this little bitch archetype is not the one. Who wants to see themselves as a little bitch? I don't watch anime to see whiny little bitches like Takebitchy cry and be useless. I'm not here for that. Anime's escapism so I wanna see my main characters be badasses or at least be confident to form relations with girls in romcoms.

I don't wanna see guys like Naoto made to be a bitch by his gal. Fuck outta here. It's like these authors are on a mission to emasculate men.

They're certainly trying too hard to craft relatable characters, producing some of the cringest characters I've ever seen. Komi is also one of them, though she isn't a male character. Instead she's a socially awkward loser who can't muster two words to anyone, not even her family. It's dumb as fuck to me. I'm a little shy, for sure, but I ain't so awkward that I can't even speak plainly to the family I've grown up around. Drop me out. I DON'T fucking care about characters being relatable.

Just make them ENTERTAINING. That's what anime's about to me. It's not about connecting to characters, though it's great if it happens naturally. It's about entertaining your audience

Rant over.