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Date: 8/24/2101
title: fuck rain and my life First Day Report
Alight, so things haven't been going too hot. Apparently, the house where I was camping out was a cop's, who was not happy to see me. He punctuated as much by trying to have me ingest some .38 rounds. On the bad side, I had to beat a man up in his own home, take his food, money, clothing, and anything else I could fit in a duffle bag then run off. Not the most heroic thing I've done, but I didn't have much of a choice.
On the plus side, I have a gun and ammo to go along with these new supplies. My time in America made me very good at shooting, and the fact that most of the villains and heroes in Japan don't have guns gives me an advantage. Next, all I need to do is find a base, find out who framed me, and find them before I'm tracked down and killed by heroes… damn, that to-do list got hard so fast.
Currently, I'm on the rooftop of some tall building in the middle of Yokohama trying to figure out where the hell to go without being caught. Apparently when I'm wearing a hat, I'm not easily recognizable. Either the loss of 40 pounds and an arm makes someone look different, or no one knows what I look like if I cover up my hair in a hat and wear sunglasses. Oh yeah, and the reason I'm writing this is because for some reason I got sentimental and decided to leave that dude his camera like an idiot. I stole a flash drive to download the video I recorded, though. All in all, beside the crippling fear of being discovered and the heavy rain, today has been pretty damn nice. I would put more down, but this pen is running out of ink. If I get the chance, I'll take a picture of this and any other written documents 'cause I'm horrible with paper.
P.S: I woke up and felt my left arm twitching. You see it in old war movies, but looking over and not seeing my arm there and yet feeling it is something I don't know how to really describe in words.
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I don't know how long I stared at my reflection, but all I knew is that I got a great view of myself paling as I came to terms with this new development. Honestly, I didn't know I could get that pale - it clashed wonderfully with the blood drying on my forehead.
"I'm a kid again," I said out loud, cringing at the damn lisps my voice had. God damnit, I had been so happy when that was fixed. "Fuck, I'm a kid again." Okay, time to figure out how the hell this happened.
First thought that came to mind was Eri, but why turn me into a kid when she could remove me from existence? She almost did it once. Mental time travel, I concluded, shaking my head at the idea. It was the only idea that made sense, though…. unless I was in some type of hell where I'd be forced to relive my life and see all of my mistakes. I was hoping it wasn't that. "Alright, time travel exists." I barked out a laugh, nodding my head as I struggled to fully accept that notion. "That's honestly a little terrifying."
Now, what could I do with that knowledge? Figure out a way to go back? As morbidly interesting as it would be to see the fallout of my swan song, nah. Last thing I remember in my old body was Deku's foot approaching my face, so I'm pretty sure I'm either deceased or permanently brain damaged and being carted off to whatever prison is left.
"Can never go back, so don't bother looking." I said out loud, staring at my reflection. Now for the big questions - what day was it? and what should I do now? The first question was solved easily enough by walking back to my room. I turned on my computer to check the date. I couldn't help but laugh as I stared at the screen. "Either God is giving me a second chance, or he's fucking with me."
6:00 am, April 1, 2088. Otherwise known as the first day of school in Japan. Which means in about 2 hours, students from all over will be going to UA to train to become heroes. I chuckled at the notion; it really must have been April 1, because that was a whole joke. Rubbing my forehead, a spike of pain and the sticky feeling of blood on my finger reminded me of a problem.
"Oh right, I'm injured. Guess I should figure out what that is." Walking back to the bathroom, I chastised myself for ignoring the blood on my face as I checked myself in the mirror. In my defense, it didn't look lethal, and I had more pressing matters to deal with.
Once I was looking, it was easy to find the problem. There was a gash across my head about an inch wide. Not too deep, most likely reopened with me rubbing it. Fishing around the cut, I hissed as I felt something deepen the cut - something was still in there. I opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of tweezers to pull out the piece of glass that was stuck in my head. I stared at the bloody piece, trying to figure out what it was and how it got in my head. Pretty sure it was a wine glass, in which case the answer was obvious.
"Mom must be slipping; she usually doesn't break the bottle." This raised more questions than answers, mostly because I couldn't remember ever being assaulted by my mother on the first day of school. That's possibly a major difference from my timeline, but I couldn't be sure because she hit me so many times in my childhood that I doubted I could remember every single one.
Turning on the shower, I decided a full body check was in order. Confirming if this timeline is mine would be a priority. It was dangerous enough to make changes in a timeline where I knew what was going to happen. It was gonna get way more messy if I had ended up in a universe where Deku was a girl or used power armor. Which brought me to the next big question: what exactly was my plan here? My final plan in my old life had been suicide by hero. If by some miracle I did manage to survive, I did have some sort of plan to change my face and move to America. That plan then got United States of Smash-ed out a window.
Honestly, I was a bit surprised that I wasn't more upset about my death. I guess it was because I had fulfilled my purpose. With my death, I had dealt a blow to the HPSC that they would never recover from, I avenged Denki, revealed the truth, and forced everyone to live with the fact that they had helped to create a monster and hopefully learned to be better. Pretty much the happiest ending my life was gonna get. But now that I was alive and back in time, my mind was filled with so many possibilities that it was actually starting to hurt to think of them all.
With my knowledge of guns and weapons, I could get a 3D printer and start arms dealing. I already saw the amount of money I could make with that in my first life. I could probably become a detective, considering that I spent years figuring out a case that was being covered up by the government. Politics? I'd be becoming what I hate, but it might allow me to make some changes.
I struggled not to laugh at that lie as I moved to the next thought. Become a vigilante? I did know most of the gangs and criminal groups around Japan. I could just invest in stocks and become a millionaire without any effort, but that would take time. I could go back to America and find Jackson and explain this to him? He would totally believe in it. The idea of joining the HPSC came up, which had me reeling in shock before considering it in cold fascination. Taking control of the system I had destroyed in my last life was a dark irony.
I left the shower feeling refreshed but not very enlightened. I looked at myself in the mirror again to examine the cut. Beside the part where I had pulled the glass out, it was a thin cut easily hidden by makeup or having my hairline a little bit lower. Sadly, patching myself up from my mom's actions wasn't unique enough to let me know if this was a different timeline.
"Haven't done this in a while." I sighed as I pulled out one of my mother's makeup kits to cover the cut when I realized what I was doing. Why was I bothering to hide this? The first thought was because I could get uncomfortable questions in class. The next was that my mom would be mad if I bled on the carpet. Both of these thoughts were thoroughly examined and then cast away with a middle finger to whatever bit of my subconscious had the balls to put them up in the first place.
Ignoring the fact that I didn't even know if I was going to UA, I had to think back to the last time I had given a damn about how those people felt about me. That idea disturbed me, but I was revolted by the fact I had spent years as a hero then a villain only to return back to a boy who had let his mother walk all over him. It was honestly frightening to see how quickly I had reverted.
"Might be a good idea to nip this in the bud," I muttered to myself as I got dressed. The question was how? The idea of killing my mother was surprisingly distasteful and would also be shooting myself in the foot. Ignoring morality, I didn't have the contacts to hide a body, and killing her could change a lot of stuff up. It would also add the burden of me having to handle a house at the age of 14 if I got to keep it at all. Getting her arrested would lead to the same problems and put attention on me. She was only really abusive when drunk, so If I could grit my teeth and deal with her, I could hold out till we were in the dorms, and then I would be good. If not, I'd think of something else.
I snapped my finger as an idea came to me. Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for the heroes might be the better option. It could be used to explain any odd actions or even get me some pity points, which can be useful.
"Abused boy decides to become a hero so he feels useful." I laughed as I looked at myself in the mirror and examined my school uniform. "Bet Midnight would have loved that drama." The thought of my past teacher brought a familiar tinge of sadness followed by a rush of happiness. Midnight was alive, and I had the power to keep her that way. In fact, I had the power to change the course of the upcoming war before it even started.
I spent the next hour contemplating the course of my new life while enjoying the largest breakfast I had ever had as a kid. An omelet made of three eggs, some rice and beef, and a tall glass of wine told me that today was gonna be just fine. I went over my plans as I bit into a strip of beef. For the short term, I had decided that being a hero was the best choice. It would give me the most opportunities, and before my incarceration, it was both something I was good at and deeply enjoyed.
As for the long term, I was still putting that together, but my main goal was to live a good life. I had already started, this hence the large breakfast and my mother's good wine. I let out a deep sigh as I enjoyed it. My mom was shit at a lot of things, being a mother the top of the list, but she was good at choosing wines. It only took a couple minutes to find a plus side to this small body - it didn't take a lot of alcohol to get a light buzz. As amusing as it would be to see my mom's hungover face when she sees this spread, I realized I'd have to leave soon. It wouldn't be good to be late on the first day of school.
Just as I remember it was the only thought I could think when I stared at UA. The giant H-shaped building was just as impressive as it had been in his time. Standing as a beacon of inspiration against the worst scum of Japan …at least until it had been destroyed. I wandered the school, trusting memory to take me where I needed to go. I actually learned it from Sero, who had been trying to capture me at the time and had accused me of being a part of it. I wasn't, but the media overheard him, and by the next day the media was claiming I had planned the whole thing. I wonder if the real villain that did do it was ever mad to not get credit for that.
I was jolted from my thoughts as I rounded a corner and collided with something warm, soft, and smelling vaguely of strawberries. I fell on my ass and looked up to see who I had bumped into. When I saw her, my mind went blank.
"Hhhmmm?" the R-rated hero Midnight turned to stare down at me. "Are you alright?"
Probably better that I saw her first, I thought to myself as I stared at the hero in front of me. Get used to seeing the dead now. She was just I remembered: her skintight suit, waist long hair, red mask that accentuated those sky-blue eyes. Said eyes that were now looking at me with slight concern, probably because I'd probably been staring at her for a while now. Say something, I screamed to myself as I stared god smacked at the hero before me. Say something before she thinks you're stupid! Eyes darting around, I struggled to think of something to say before blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
"You smell amazing!"
I think my brain shut down, because it took a solid 2 seconds for me to realize what I said. Midnight just raised an eyebrow, probably curious to see how I was going to stick my foot deeper into my mouth.
"I didn't mean that! I meant to say the …. The view is amazing!" I sputtered out, flaying my arms at a mirror that was past Midnight and down the hallway. No, I'm not good at talking to girls normally, anyone who knows me would know that… However, normally I'm not as asinine at it as I currently was, but I'd like to see you talk to a person whose funeral you attended.
Midnight wasn't exactly helping. "I see," she said, leaning forward with a mocking sad face. The movement did interesting things to her chest. "So you're saying I don't smell nice?"
"No!" I let out a little shriek and shook my head again. "I didn't say that! You smell great, perfect in fact!" I nodded my head in confirmation with a thumbs up before my eyes widened. "Not that I was smelling you! I wouldn't do that, I just assume you do. You seem to take care of yourself really well judging from your figure, I mean!" Insert my other foot in my mouth.
"Not that I was looking at your figure! It was just something I noticed while admiring the view." At this point, Midnight was giggling at my stupidity, and I was cursing the fact I couldn't shut my freaking mouth. "By that, I meant the view of the window, not the view of you, the view of the window over there, that view, not the you view… I mean, what other view would there be? I wasn't loo-" Since my mouth was getting me nowhere, I resorted to my next option: F.E.A.R. Otherwise known as fuck everything and run. "Bye!" Returning to my feet, I bowed to the R-rated hero before turning and walking away.
UA is pretty tall, my mind helpfully informed me as I walked away. Pretty sure I wouldn't feel the pain if I jumped. My thoughts of self-destruction were interrupted by a manicured hand landing on my shoulder.
"You're Mineta Minoru from class 1-A, correct?"
I nodded, not trusting my mouth after that elegant display of words.
"You're heading the wrong way. Your class is this way; I'll take you there," Midnight said, walking ahead of me and beckoning me with a finger. I was going to say that I already knew the way, but considering this is supposed to be my first time here and I was going the other way, that wouldn't really work. Letting out a sigh, I followed the teacher.
I realized two things as I followed her. Number one - which I should have realized sooner - was the fact that even if I had the mind of my older self, I still had the physical brain of my 14 year old body, which meant I still had the extreme hormonal Imbalances of my younger self. Which accounted for the fact I spit verbal diarrhea when I was rattled.
Number two was that Midnight had a really nice ass. It wasn't as good as Mt Lady's, but it was still enjoyable to watch as she walked down the hall. I shook my head and tried to look anywhere but right in front of me. Soo whoever did this can send me back in time, but they couldn't have done me the favor of unfucking my mind while they were at it! That got me thinking - if it's my mind in my 14 year old brain, does any mental conditioning I have carry over? Any of the code phrases on me don't exist yet, so I don't have to worry about that, but I'm gonna be very pissed if I can't access my mental vault.
Midnight stopped and raised a hand to my forehead to stop me from running into her, which I was grateful for. "Here is your classroom. I hope you remember the path, but feel free to ask me if you get lost again."
"Thank you," I say, nodding my head to the hero and reaching for the door.
"And Mineta?" I looked up at the hero to see an amused grin on her face. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying the view." The chest movements she did while saying that shouldn't be allowed for a teacher. "But a true hero must learn to focus. We wouldn't want you to get distracted and get into trouble, now would we?" I cursed the pink that traveled to my cheek and muttered something as she laughed and strutted away.
Alright, let's not botch any more first impressions now, shall we? I thought to myself as I grabbed the doorknob and steeled my shaking hands before opening it. As much as it sucked saying stupid stuff to Midnight, it means I'm less likely to do it now. My eyes trailed over the group in their seats as the class turned to regard me. This is the first time in years I've seen these people look at me without hatred and disgust. Not knowing what to say, I nodded to the group and walked to my seat. As I passed my classmates, I couldn't help comparing them to their standings in the future. In France, number 35, dead, number 41, oh, and here's number 2. I stopped and looked Katsuki Bakugo up and down.
In the future, he's a terrifying thing, 6'2 filled with muscle and power and able to stand toe to toe with Midoriya despite having only 1 quirk. He was also sort of a prick.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?" Said prick had noticed me staring and had decided to confront me about it. I flinched back in surprise before narrowing my eyes at him. I made a show of looking him up and down before snorting, which earned a glare from him.
"A rude child that will be humbled," I stated as I moved past him and took my seat behind him."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" he replied, turning to glare at me.
"I said you shouldn't put your feet on the desk," I stated loudly, pointing to his legs.
"I agree!" Like clockwork, Tenya Ida came robot-walking over to confront the living bomb. I sighed as Bakugo turned his head to taunt the engine hero. I planned to live well in this school, and I remembered fearing Bakugo in my first life. Might as well as get some fun in this one taunting the explosion boy before he gets his act together.
"Don't put your legs on the desk! It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting the school by putting scuff on it!"
Bakugo let out a sarcastic huh at Ida's statement. "You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?"
While that argument was going on, I noticed that Midoriya had entered the room and was standing by the doorway with a distraught look on his face. Looking the green haired boy over, it was hard to imagine the god of earth he would become.
"Let's start over. I'm Tenya Iida from Soumei." Iida seemed to have decided to offer an olive branch.
Bakugo, on the other hand, seemed to have decided to stab him with it.
"Well, aren't you an elite? Seems like I've got a reason to end you after all," Bakugo said with a sneer.
"You would threaten me? Your own classmate?"
"What makes you think he wouldn't threaten you?" I stated, waving at Bakugo "Dude nearly bit my head off for looking at him!"
"Shut up midget," the explosion boy snapped at me.
"Or what? You get choked out by a slime again?" At Ida's confused look, I explained, "I thought I recognized this kid from somewhere a couple months ago. He was the kid that slime villain was wearing who got saved by All Might."
"Shut up." Smoke burst from Bakugo's hands as he turned to look down on me.
"Oh, did I touch a nerve? Makes sense that you wouldn't want to talk about it." I made a sad face at him. "Sorry."
Bakugo was about to say something - probably threating my life - when Iida noticed Midoriya's arrival, which was my cue to redirect. "Hey, isn't that the kid that tried and save you?" I pointed and sure enough, the second Bakugo noticed Midoriya, he forgot all about me. I leaned back on my chair and stifled a laugh.
"You shouldn't antagonize him." A voice behind me killed the laugh in my throat. I didn't dare to turn my head, knowing who was behind me. I'd been trying to avoid looking at her.
"He shouldn't treat his classmates like trash" I stated, eyes rooted forward.
"True, but you provoking him doesn't help either, and getting attacked by a villain is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Tell ya what, you get him to calm down, I'll keep my mouth shut," I growled under my breath. Day one, and people were already defending the prick.
"You shouldn't decide to do the right thing only if someone else does," Momo Yaoyorozu stated. Alright, that hit a little too close to home. I waved my arm, signaling that I was done with the conversation. I focused instead on the arrival of Ochako Uraraka, and a moment later, Aizawa. The sight of such a famous hero inchworming his way to the door in that yellow sleeping bag was worth half the crap I'd gone to since coming back to this time.
While the eraser hero had the class's attention, I took the chance to look behind me. Momo Yaoyorozu was taller at this age than I remember, but beside that, she was the same. Spiky ponytail, sharp intelligence eyes, and a face filled with determination. I stared at her until she noticed me. Our eyes locked, and for a moment I was worried I would chicken out. Taking a breath, I looked her dead in the eyes and said three words before turning to get my gym clothes.
"I am sorry." It had been a while since I'd said those words. There weren't a lot of things that I was apologetic for at the end. But I had to say it to this Momo because I had never gotten the chance to say it to My Momo.
I'm sorry for killing you.
