Hello there! I hail from the lands of Wattpad, looking to bring one of my stories over here and see how it does... I hope you guys enjoy, i got a lot of things planned here!

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Today was going to be a good day.

I looked out the window of my small, but humble abode to the land of the rising sun. The sky held a dark pink hue, the day barely even starting.

Japan, how quaint, as opposed to the loudness of the states. I breathed in, and slowly breathed out, ready to start my day.

I glanced down towards my legs, making sure my right one was still alright. From the knee down was just metal and plastic, thankfully I could still walk freely. Technology is amazing, I tell you. A story for another day I suppose.

I waltzed into the bathroom, gazing at my absolutely handsome, sculpted, and scarred face. I hopped in the shower, and before you ask, I got a cover for my metal limb so it doesn't rust or anything. And yes I shower in the mornings, you dirty bastards. I get out, brush my teeth, comb my hair and get dressed for my work.

Well damn.

I should probably introduce myself. Mama would be furious at me already.

The name's Jason Mendoza, and I'm just the pizza guy.

That's about it.

That's all you should know, at least.

I walked down the steps to my prized possession.

My darling.

Mi amor.

Hell, this place might as well be one of the wonders of the world. Glad I practically live in it.

You know how much it cost to get this? An arm and a leg- I'm gonna stop myself.

I look throughout the shop, turning on the lights. The menus were written with both Japanese and English writing, just in case anybody from there came over to this little spot. You see, I ain't from here, coming from the the big apple itself: New York. Now you might be asking, what the hell is a guy from New York City doing in fucking Japan of all places?

Well, to explain-

Knock Knock!

Fuck.

"This fuckin joker again..." I muttered under my breath, marching over towards the front door of my establishment.

"Whaddya-"

"YOOO!"

I immediately covered my ears to shield myself from the ear popping voice of this stupid guy.

"Mic... Do you know how fuckin early it is!? Huh!?"

Present Mic, the local hero around here, strode his way inside, gazing at the interior of my restaurant. His obnoxious outfit was made up of a leather jacket and gloves,along with leather pants with a red belt. Finishing off with a large microphone looking neck piece on his neck, along with the iconic orange shades and headphones.

"Well if it isn't my good friend Mendoza-kun! How are doing on this fine day?" He said, lowering his glasses at the man.

"... I'd appreciate it if you guys treat me like an adult, I ain't some troubled teen or something." I said, crossing my arms.

"Whaaaat? Can't a friend check on a friend?"

"Do friends put friends on constant surveillance?"

"Ah..." He seemed stumped at that, scratching his beard with a sheepish grin.

"Like come on, y'all act like imma do something bad! I thought we were friends, Yamada!" I said, justifying my displeasure.

"Oh, uh..." He seemed genuinely saddened by this, but it ain't like he could disobey orders. He seemed to get more disappointed as he thought about it, so I gave it up.

"Bah, don't worry about it Yamada, you want anything?"

The man immediately cheered up, looking up at me with sparkles on his eyes.

"Oh! oh! Can I get a Breakfast Pizza then!?"

"Sure thing, Yamada." I said, stifling a smile.

He was a good guy, loud as all hell but a good guy. Now then, on to what I do best.

(A/N: Please take these cooking scenes with a grain of salt, I'm not actually a cook and I am NOT trying to be responsible for food poisoning or just shitty food.)

I crack my fingers and my neck and get out the assorted ingredients necessary. I get out my dough, eggs, bacon, onions, parsley, mozzarella, olive oil, and garlic.

Oh yeah, it's pizza time.

I warm up the skillet, not too high, but just below it. I cut up the bacon into chunks and placed it in the skillet, cooking it to where I got it golden, but not yet crispy. That's for the oven to do.

I roll out the dough in about a 12 inch diameter, brushing it with olive oil and topping it with mozzarella, bacon, and the green onions, leaving spaces for the eggs.

With the now lit fire oven I have, I stick it in the oven for about 10-12 minutes, making sure the edges are crisp. After that time I take it out, I crack open the few eggs onto the pizza, keeping the yolk intact. To finish up, I stuck it back in the oven until the egg has set and the crust is golden brown.

Finally, I garnish the bad boy with some parsley.

"Oi, Yamada! Ya pizza is ready!" I yell out, sticking it in a box. I'm not exactly sure why he orders these, but business is business I suppose. I approach the front where the hero eagerly waits.

"Here ya go." I said, handing him the box.

"Hell yeah! Lemme see..." He reaches into his pocket to fish out his wallet, grabbing several bills and handing them to me.

"You the man, Mendoza-kun! The others are gonna love this!"

"You mean other people eat this thing you call a pizza? I regret letting you make your own..." I didnt really get it, but as long as it made him happy.

"Hell yeah dude, everything you make is as if God himself bestowed it up on me from his own kitchen!" He said, finishing with a dramatic tear down his face.

"Glad you feel that way, I guess... Are we done here?" I asked, already feeling drained by the man.

"Whaaaaaaat? You don't wanna keep talking to lil ol' me? C'mon, Mendoza-kun, lemme see a smile on that old and crooked face."

"... Ain't we the same age?"

"That's beside the point! I haven't seen you smile at all, dude! Have you been listening to my radio show?" He asked, leaning his whole body towards mine.

"I practically hear it all the time, do you have that thing on 24/7 or something?" I questioned, washing my hands at the sink.

Mic peers down at his watch, suddenly alerted.

"Well would you look at the time! I gotta go my dear friend. Thank you for the pie, listener, stay safe and out of trouble!" He said, practically prancing out of my shop.

That guy I swear.

I simply sigh, and sit down on a chair, and wait. Typically I don't open around this time of day, but Yamada decided to disregard all of that.

Oh yeah, I was saying something earlier, right?

So anyways, I came down here for reasons I'd rather keep to myself. Let's just say I got myself involved in some deep shit when I was in New York, and now they sent my ass over here, under house arrest. Is it house arrest? It's a low key version of that, ain't telling you why for plot reasons, obviously.

I mean, come one, they let me have a whole ass pizzeria.

Ever since the U.S. went to shit after the emergence of Quirks, things only have been up and down from there. Too many Golden ages and Dark ages over there. With the new heroes there however some semblance of peace was restored, thankfully. Part of the reason I got myself out of there... It's not like it's better anywhere else.

I sighed to myself, watching as the city awakened, seeing people of all sorts walking about. These normalish people with their normal lives, going on with their normal tasks.

How boring.

Fuck, no wonder I got fucked up in the states, with that damn attitude.

I looked down at my hand, seeing all the scars that littered it. The shit these hands have seen. The things these hands have done...

I immediately snapped out of it, no need to get sentimental now.

Now my leg aches again.

Damn it.

Brushing it off, I get the rest of the restaurant ready for opening.

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Lunch rush hour wasn't too bad. Well, it ain't never bad since not a lot of people come around. Though I'd prefer that since I'm a one man band here. It's usually when the kids get out of school do I really see some customers.

"Mister! Mister!"

Speak of the devil.

"Ey, if it ain't Mina herself! What brings you here?"

Mina was a pink skinned teen with horns, and black sclera. Rather unique, but I don't care.

The frizzy pink haired teenager ran up to the counter, obviously wanting to tell me something. It was obvious she just got out of school with her uniform still on.

"I'm trying out for UA! Isn't that soooooo exciting?" She said, practically bouncing all over the place.

"Really now, trynna be a hero?"

"Yup!" She said, sticking out a thumbs up.

"You?"

"Yup!- Hey, what's with the attitude?" She said with a humph, tilting her head.

"Just saying, a hero needs to be tough!"

"I'm tough!"

"Resilient!"

"I'm totally resilient!"

"Calm!"

"I'M CALM!" She said calmly.

"Trustworthy!"

"I never broke a pinky swear!"

"Accountable!"

"Accountable is my middle name!"

I laughed along with her. She definitely could have a good future in the hero business. Maybe she could make some change...

"Anyways, does your parents know your here? Technically, your talking to a stranger." I said, point back and forth at myself and her.

"Yup! My mom said it's ok! Plus the fam wanted a pizza."

"Oh really, and what would it be that you guys so desire?" I said taking out my notepad.

"Gimme a classic pepperoni!" She said, slamming her hand on my poor counter.

During that sentence, I was able to pick up the hint of a failed New York accent.

"You trynna sound like me or something?"

She rapidly nodded.

"Yeah, cuz your accent is cool! You talk like ey, I'm walkin here!" She tried again, only to result in the same failure. I couldn't help but laugh. Easily one of my favorite customers.

"You got a long way to go kid, I'll tell ya that. Plus, trying to do it with Japanese would prolly make it tougher." I said, before preparing her order.

"Go ahead and sit at one of the tables kid, I gotcha."

She responded with a drawn out "Okayyy!"

I go back into the kitchen with thankfully a simple order.

I roll out the dough, putting my signature garlic sauce around the rims of it, laying down the marinara and then the cheese. I make sure to put down a good amount of pepperoni before chucking it in the oven.

With that, I now wait.

Mina's a good kid, a good sense of humor with morals, which is really hard to find these days. I could only hope she does alright in the future. I'm not exactly liking the spikes in criminal activity around the areas.

Present Mic is a good guy too, I can tell. I was always able to tell what kind of people they are, just based off of action then anything. It ain't my quirk, if your thinking that. It's not like I'm stuck here persay, it's just that I intended to land somewhere a little closer to home after what happened in New York. I just ended up here based on their decision. I wasn't thrown straight to prison due to what I'd done back there, I suppose. If only...

I shouldn't reminisce on the past, it only brings sweet, sweet misery. I looked up, seeing the pizza pretty much done as expected.

I took it out, boxed it up, and brought forth my glorious creation in front of the pink teenager.

"Here ya go, kid, one of the better ones I made!" I said, handing it off to her.

"Oh yeah, they're gonna love this!" She said, handing me the money for it. She then stopped, suddenly looking at me with... Concern?

"You need something?"

"I just realized..."

"Yeah?"

"I never asked for your name!!" She said with a gasp.

"Well, I mean you've been calling me mister the whole time."

"I-I- see... This can't be..." She said, a Shadow covering her face, before reigniting in what appeared to be confidence.

"What is your name, my good man!?"

"Heh, well the name's Jason, Jason Mendoza. Either or is fine." I said, before seeing a pink hand right in front of my face.

"The name's Mina Ashido, pleasure to meet ya!" She said, putting her hand out.

With a small smile, I obliged, shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Mina Ashido. Run along now, don't keep your folks waiting." I said, shooing her out of my restaurant.

"Ah, your right, see you later Mister Mendoza!" She said, making her way towards the exit.

"Tell your folks I said hi!" I yelled after her, with her giving me the thumbs up.

I sighed, calming down after Mina's exuberant personality.

I wonder though, why would she come and tell me that of all things? Why would her parents be okay with her coming down her herself? I mean sure I'm an absolutely lovable guy, but why so much trust in me? I'm just the pizza guy.

Eh, best not to question it, not like it's gonna effect me anytime in the future, right?

Right.

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And that wraps up the first chapter. Thanks a lot for giving this story a try if you read it all the way through, I appreciate it. I got some things planned for this story. Let's just say our pizza man is more than what meets the eye... Now that I think about it, it's pretty obvious. Regardless thanks for reading, and I hope to see you next chapter! Buh bye :)