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Date: 8/28/2101
Title: Game Plan
Alright, it's been four days since my last report. The reason I'm not doing it daily is because I don't have that much paper, and besides this fucking rain, nothing has really happened. I've mostly spent the last couple days stretching while shifting through my mental vault for any hints on who framed me. I have no doubt shit is happening somewhere, I just have no idea how to figure out what or where. I don't have a phone, so I can't check the internet, and I didn't look at the tv while in that cop's house. If I had to guess, heroes are probably working on handling the results of that earthquake. Well, calling it a simple earthquake kind of underestimates it a bit. Japan is used to earthquakes. This was more like the earth had a seizure.
I wouldn't be surprised if it was quirk assisted, but until I get my hand on a phone, I can't find more. Whatever it was, I'm happy and grateful it happened. If it wasn't for that, I would still be in prison. Scratch that, they had taken me to be hanged when that happened, so if it wasn't for the earthquake, I would be dead.
In other news, I'm out of food and currently hunting the birds that nest up here, so I think it's time to get a move on. For a while. I've been struggling to figure out the first step to prove my innocence. Whatever hints were at my crime scene are probably old and gone, not to mention towns away. If I could get back to my house, I might be able to get my back up phone which should help, but I bet they have a hero watching my home. Best chance is to take Denki's second lead and look into the H.S.C.P which is gonna be …half past impossible.
Ugh, scratch that, contacting Jackson might be a good idea. If he believes I am innocent, he might be able to help me with that. If not, then fuck it, I'll try to sneak into an HSCP building and find whatever I can. I could take a page out of the Bastion book and beat the crap out of any HSCP agents I find till one knows something. Well, whatever I do, I need to do it fast, because sooner or later, someone is gonna notice me on top of this building.
P.S. and to whoever reading this and gets offended that I'm happy an earthquake saved my life, let me just say this….suck my grape-colored nuts.
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Have you ever looked back at when you were a kid and realized how fucked up you were? For most people, it was crooked teeth, big foreheads, maybe asthma. If only I had those issues, I thought sourly as I followed the class outside to do the quirk apprehension test. These thoughts weren't in any way new. Even from my first life, I knew full well I was defective compared to other people. It was only when I got older that I learned how and why. A mix of terrible upbringing and crappy genetics. First, my mental issues. I think the doctor said it was a type of Asperger's syndrome, or high functioning APD. That's what made it so difficult for me to keep my freaking mouth shut.
My perversion comes from a hormone problem, and that's my dad's fault. Or rather, his ancestor's fault. Basically, the same way Ashido is pink or Tokoyami has a freaking bird head, even though it doesn't have anything to do with their quirks. Still, it's why I'm a third of the size I'm supposed to be and have trouble ripping my eyes off of a decent pair of tits.
Basically my ancestors' quirk - aptly named ComPAct SuRVivOR - made it so he could become smaller and smaller the longer he went without food and water. In theory, it could have kept him alive for 3 months on no food and little water, but he would be the size of a baby by the end of it, then he would return to size after a couple days of gorging. His genetics became a curse where puberty becomes an eating competition to not be a bitch ass gremlin for the rest of your life. And that's on top of the additional problems of having a brain making hormones for a teen starting at puberty and pumping it into a body the size of an 8-year-old.
Not gonna lie, I was pretty salty when Eri grew up to be taller than me. For all the reasons I hated my dad, that was by far the biggest one. Only reason I learned of it was because Jackson read my medical records and force fed me protein shakes halfway into my 17th year. We only managed to reach 4.9, but to this day I'm grateful, because if he didn't do that, I would have lived my life at fucking 3.6. But with this very long list of reasons for why I freaking hate my body, there was something I hadn't even thought of.
While the first group of students were starting the 50-meter dash, I clenched my arm and strained to activate my full quirk. Besides an itch along my arms, nothing happened, which was disconcerting. Thinking back, I wasn't able to use grape skin until my hormones were more balanced. I growled, thinking back to what I could do at that age and disliking my arsenal. I was pretty sure there were some abilities I wouldn't gain by normal means since they were gained from quirk awakening which… would be difficult in this timeline..
"Did I make you mad?" I whispered to the sky. "Did my last life offend you so much that you had to shit in my dinner?"
"Next," Aizawa's voice shook me from my thoughts, and I turned to realize the hero's tired eyes were locked on me.
"I'll go with the next group," I stated, moving to the side to let other people pass.
"The last group just left. Now get ready, you're holding back the class."
Looking back. I realized he was right. The rest of the class was giving me expectant looks from the other side. Sighing, I began jogging. Just as I returned to more important thoughts, something wrapped around my foot, causing me to land face first on the ground. Raising my head, I turned to look at the white cloth before glaring at the teacher controlling them.
"The hell was that!?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," he said, dull eyes glaring at me before he pulled his arm. I hissed, trying to dig my feet in, but he dragged me back to the starting line. "You're supposed to use your quirk to cross as fast as you can, not lightly jog. Now go again."
I glared at the teacher. "Maybe my quirk doesn't help me with the dash." At his raised eyebrow, I pointed to Koda. "He didn't use his quirk."
"Yeah, but he ran as fast as he could and doesn't have a quirk that helps in mobility." He pulls his arm, causing the wrapping to somehow pull me back up to my feet before unwinding from my leg. "If you're not going to give me your best here, then you should walk out right now. I don't have time to teach someone who doesn't want to be here."
That earned a snort from me. "Alright then. Please sir, can I have a moment to prepare so I can give you my best?" I replied dryly as I put my hands together and bowed. "A moment is all I need." At this, Aizawa nodded, and I dusted myself and glared at the field.
Alright then, if Grape skin won't work, let's try compact grape. Concentrating, I plucked one of the purple orbs from my head. The one that grew in its place took three seconds to grow and was a slightly deeper purple. I plucked two more of these deeper orbs, letting out a hiss of pain as blood started to gush onto my face.
I ignored it and nodded to Aziawa. At his mark, I placed one on the ground and jumped on it.
I didn't realize my error until I bounced off of the orb. I assumed that since everything else was sucking with this tiny body, my quirk would be weaker as well. To be fair, I was right in a way. A V4 compact grape could send my older body soaring into the sky. I expected each orb to give me 10 to 15 meters if it worked at all.
What I didn't account for was that I weighed a fraction of what I used to, and it was this body's first time using compact grape. Obviously, it had compacted too much. My foot had barely hit the orb before I was flung forward horizontally. I hardly had enough time to throw the next ball onto the ground before I had to spin midair to land correctly on it.
I let out a curse as my foot landed wrong, which then sent me spiraling into the air. Don't throw up! I wrapped my arms around my head, fully expecting to smash into the ground before something thin and slimy wrapped around my waist and stopped me midair. Lowing my arms, I stared into the deadpan face of Tsuyu Asui.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Put me down," I replied, forcing calm into my voice. If she was offended by my rudeness, she didn't show it. Wordlessly, the frog girl put me down. I dropped to my knees and struggled not to let loose the breakfast I had enjoyed. "What was my time?"
"4.38 seconds," Aizawa answered, walking over with a grin on his stupid face. "Second fastest in the class. Let this be an example to the rest of you," he said as he turned to the rest of the class. "I want you all at your best, and I expect you to deliver your best for each part of this test. You are to push yourself 100%. If I see anything below that, I will expel you on the spot. If you're lazy here, how can I trust you to be on your game with a villain?" His eyes trailed to me with that last sentence before he motioned the class to the next test.
Wait, I was supposed to get the same score so I could get the same partner for the next test. I groaned, rising to my feet only to turn and see that Tsuyu was staring at me.
"What?" I asked, taking a few steps away from her.
"You're bleeding," she said bluntly.
"Yep," I said as I turned to catch up with the class. Seemed as if she still wanted to talk because she kept pace with me.
"Are you alright?"
"Yep." I was happy to end the conversation there, but she had saved me from eating dirt, so I muttered a thanks that she acknowledged with a nod as we got ready for the next test.
With Aizawa's threat in the air, taking it easy was out of the picture, so I decided to test the limits of this body. Next test was grip strength, which was slightly annoying. "Is this even good?" I asked myself as I stared at the machine displaying my 39.0KG. I turned to Tsuyu, who had her tongue around a similar machine that was displaying 240KG. "That doesn't tell me anything." Walking across the room, I noticed Shoji had hit 540.0kg. "Damn, that's sexy," I muttered, watching as his 6 muscular arms flexed before blinking when I noticed he was looking at me. "Crap, did I say that out loud?"
"Yep," Hanta Sero said, placing a hand on my shoulder as I sighed. "Tall, dark, and handsome your type?"
"Much more than skinny and pale," I answered, knocking his hand off my shoulder and turning to face the tape wielding hero. "Hey, what was your score?"
"50KG," he said with a grin, flexing his string bean arms.
"Ugh," I moaned into my hand. "Is that good? What even is the grip strength for a normal human?"
"No idea, but when I was in middle school, I was around in the 40s, I think."
Oh great, so I'm weaker than a middle schooler. Sero must have seen my annoyance, because he grinned and put his hand back on my shoulder. "But judging from your face, I did better than you, which means I'm good." He grinned at my frown. "Name's Hanta Sero, by the way."
"Stupid name." I knocked his hand off my shoulder again. "And you don't know what I got. Maybe I was in the 70s or maybe the 80s, or maybe I'm holding back my true power."
"I doubt it, unless you actually want Aizawa to kick you out this time." He blinked as the class started going back outside. "Come on, next test is starting."
Talking to Sero was easier than I expected. Made sense in a way. He was one of the only students from class 1-A that believed I was innocent of my accused crimes. Didn't stop him from trying to arrest me for every crime I did do, but that was fair. He also helped me keep in mind what TV shows and manga were around at the time.
The next test was the standing long jump, and it served to remind me that compact grape wasn't perfect. What was supposed to be a perfect arc ended up with me launching myself into the ground and leaving an impressive skid mark. The pain increased tenfold when I looked up to catch Bakugo smirking at me.
"Yeah, keep laughing asshole," I muttered as I rose to my feet. "Wait for the next one."
The next test was the repeating sidestep which - just like in my last life - I got first place in. Bouncing between the two clusters of balls was just as nauseating as it was the first time, but I was a lot more satisfied when I grinned at Bakugo. "Beat that, firecracker." Oh jeez, he actually might, I thought as the class stared as Bakugo somehow exploded himself across the lines and back at high speeds. It is terrifying how much control he has at this age. Thankfully, my score was still higher, and I got to gloat for the next couple seconds.
"Yeah, Bakugo won this one," I said, watching Bakugo explode a ball into the air while yelling Die. He had done it already as an example for Aizawa, but I guess he wanted to see if he could beat his score.
"What, not gonna try and beat him on this one?" Sero asked me as I sat down on the ground and leaned back, using his leg as a back rest.
"He has bombs on his hands. How do I beat that? The only tests I could beat him at were long jump, which I messed up, and the repeating side step, which I beat everyone at." I stifled a yawn. "I wanted ammunition."
"Ammunition?" Tsuyu's dull voice startled me as she decided to join the conversation.
"Yep, if he gets on his high horse, I want to be able to point out that a midget half his size with an inferior quirk beat him soundly at something." Honestly, I would have liked to beat him at the long jump and dash, but this body sucked too much. The amount of work and training I was gonna need to get this body on track was going to be horribly annoying.
"Shouldn't you focus on your own success instead of just one upping him?" Sero pointed out.
"I can do both. This isn't the first time I've thrown my entire being into doing something stupid." I watched as Ochaco's ball simply floated into the sky. "You'd be surprised at what a person can do if they put their all into it."
"What was the first time?" Momo Yaoyorozu asked, causing me to stiffen. Tsuyu made me tense, which I could deal with, but Momo brought back a lot of memories and feelings that I really needed time to deal with. Which made getting caught off guard by her the worst.
"Someone took something from me," I stated, keeping my eyes from drifting to her. "Didn't get it back, but I got something from them that was more precious, so I call it even."
"What did you get?" Momo asked as Tsuyu went to do the test.
"You ask a lot of questions for someone who hasn't even said their name."
"Apologies." She held out a hand. "Momo Yaoyorozu."
I stared at the hand for a moment before sighing and shaking it. "Nice to meet you. This is Hanta Sero."
"We already met," he said, nodding to Momo. "You're the one that hasn't been talking to anyone."
"I've been talking to you guys." At their expressions, I sighed. "I haven't seen the need to talk to anyone."
"Why, because last place will be expelled?" Momo asked. At my stare, she sighed. "Were you not listening to anything Mr Aizawa said?"
"Not going to lie, no." I forgot that he had put that threat out the first day of school. "But if so, I'm not too worried." My eye trailed over to Tsuyu, who slung out a ball with her tongue. There was a dirty joke in there somewhere, and by god I was going to find it.
"Who do you think is gonna get the boot?" Sero asked.
"No one." At his stare, I explained. "If I remember correctly, he only removes those that have no potential, and I doubt attitude matters much since Bakugo made it in. I honestly doubt his list will really be all that important."
"He's our teacher," Momo warned. "You might get farther if you treat him with respect."
"Oh, I respect him as a hero, and I respect his fighting capabilities." I glanced up as the hero in question erased Midoriya's quirk as he was about to throw. "It's his teaching methods I haven't decided to trust yet." Honestly, the freedom the staff and student body had was a bit of a double edged sword, if I was being honest. I liked Aizawa in my first life. He was bad ass and protected us throughout the first year hell with the villains. But he also let both me and Bakugo - the most problematic students of the class - do whatever we wanted.
Yeah, Bakugo got better over time, but I couldn't lie and say a lot of stuff wouldn't have happened if he had sent me to counseling earlier.
"It's the first day, shouldn't you wait a little before you write him off as a terrible teacher?"
"I'll see what I can do," I said as I leaned forward so Sero could go take his turn.
When it was my turn for the ball throw, I used a compact grape to throw myself into the sky and then threw the ball at it. I got somewhere in the 400s, which was good. The next tests were toe touching and sit ups, both of which I did about as well as Toru did, which is to say garbage. By the time the last test - the long distance run - was up, I was annoyed and decided it was time to make it someone else's problem.
"Mr Aizawa," I cut him off before he could start the run. "We're supposed to use our quirks to finish this run at the best time, correct?"
The teacher gave me a suspicious look. "Correct," he said slowly.
"Alright, just making sure." I nodded and returned to my place. Aizawa watched me for a moment before giving a countdown.
"Go!" Aizawa's voice was drowned out by the explosion Bakugo used to fling himself forward. I cursed, pulling my arm back from where I had tried to grab him. Oh well, plan B then.
I dropped a compact grape on the ground, looked for the biggest of the pack, and launched myself onto him.
"Gah," Rikido Sato yelled as I crashed into his back. "What are you doing?"
"Hitching a ride," I stated, sticking a hair ball onto his back. "Now mush, mush!"
"Get off!" he snapped, reaching back to grab me. I leaned back, easily avoiding his hands, and smacked a finger that nearly touched the hair ball I was using as a perch.
"Careful, if you touch my balls, I'll scream." That earned a snort from Sero, who was following behind.
"Is this even allowed?" Sato complained, giving up on grabbing me and returning to his running. "The test is long distance running."
"You heard the teacher. I'm using my quirks to succeed in this test. I assume Mr. Aizawa would have ripped me off at this point if it wasn't allowed." I shrugged my shoulders and grinned as my steed passed Mina Ashido. "Plus my legs are small, so running is a pain."
"That doesn't explain why you decided to latch onto me."
"Wanted Bakugo, to be honest, or Ida if I could, but I missed." I slapped his shoulder. "However, does it really matter for you? I honestly doubt you even feel me with these muscles." I let out a whistle and squeezed his bicep.
"So do you actually bat for the other team, or are you making those comments on purpose?" Sero asked, pushing himself to keep up with the muscular student.
"A man can appreciate the male form without being romantically interested in them."
"Yes or no to the question, please."
"I think I just did." I patted Sato on the head. "Let's go, Sato yah!."
"I'm not your horse!" he replied as he sped up. "If I get you close to someone, will you latch onto their back?"
"Deal."
Despite Sato's best efforts, he was already leading the middle pack, and the only people ahead of him were the fast people like Bakugo and Todoroki. Once we reached the finish line, I slowly went through the process of peeling the orb off of his back, which I tossed away from the class as Aizawa walked up.
"Will those stain my shirt?" Sato asked, trying to see where the orb had been.
"No, but it might leave the smell of grapes on it." That was true; for some reason, my hair did smell like grapes; something to do with the substance it gave off that stuck to everything. "And that's the last test."
"How do you think you did?" Sero asked, panting by me.
"I'm thinking maybe 13th place," I mused, looking at my fellow classmates. Bit too high, if I was being honest. But eh, shoot for the stars.
"I was thinking 10 for me. Want to bet on who gets higher?"
I blinked and looked at him. "What are the stakes?"
"Whoever gets higher wins. Loser buys winner lunch at a later date."
"Easier ways to ask me on a date." I grinned at his scoff and held out a hand for him to shake "You're on." I was actually pretty interested to see my ranking. In my first time, I remember myself being firmly at the bottom above broken-finger Izuku.
"I'm betting Deku is the one to go home," Bakugo announced, apparently after deciding that this conversation was worth his attention.
"Who?" Sero asked.
"The guy who broke his finger," I said, pointing at Midoriya, who seemed to be shaking in terror as he waited for the results. "Firecracker, you're willing to bet on that?"
"What ya say, grape stain?"
"I'm saying, are you willing to bet that Midoryia is the one that's gonna be sent home?"
"You're damn right I will!"
"Alright, if Deku is expelled, I'll give you 20 bucks. If he doesn't, you give me 20 bucks. Deal?"
"You're on."
I grinned; knowing the future was fun.
"Oh yeah, the whole expulsion thing was a lie," Aizawa deadpanned.
I grinned wolfishly at Bakugo as he and the rest of the class chewed on that little bit of knowledge.
"It was a logical ruse to pull out your best performances," I stated, to which Aizawa nodded.
"Come on, guys. Use your brains, of course it was just a ruse," Momo said to Ida, Ochaco, and Izuku, who were freaking out the most.
"Don't be so sure, Momo," I said as the teacher walked away. "He has expelled whole classes before."
"You knew this was gonna happen?" Bakugo accused.
"Damn straight. Alright, let's see the chart. I want to see what I got."
I hit the 15th spot this time, basically placing everyone that had been above me down one. If there were any other changes, I didn't recognize them. For now, this was the biggest difference I could remember.
"No way," Bakugo growled, seeing he was in third place. "How did those two get higher than me?"
"Because they're better than you." I ducked to the side, dodging the explosion boy's hand. "They're both recommendation students, of course they would be good."
"How did you know that?" Momo asked, looking down at me.
I panicked for a sec before thinking of an excuse. "You weren't with us when we took our test. Not hard to figure out."
"Hey dude, which are you?" Sero asked, showing me the paper, to which I pointed to my placement with a grin. "Dang. You won, but I finally got your name. Mineta Minoru, is it?"
"Oh yeah, I didn't tell you my name, did I?" I mused. Been a while since I've been called that - both heroes and villains called me Moonseed after a while. "Come on, let's see if the school is offering lunch. I'm starving."
