chap 7 is here. alright so as said before chapters that star one Mineta will be followed by a chapter that stars the other one around the same length, after this we will return to the half and half like normal. Also are any of you guys editors? all my editors(I have 5 now) have lives so editing is slow sometimes.

Why? I ask, staring at the gravestone rain coming down like a flood making it almost impossible to read the words on the monument. It didn't matter, though. The words had already been engraved into my mind.

Here lies Momo Yaoyorozu

Mother, Genius, Hero

Such simple words didn't manage to do her justice, they could never live up to her, but they fit her so well.

"Why'd you do it?" I ask, kneeling and placing my head on the stone, "Why? You had a family to look after. What about Shoto? What about your kids?"

The stone gave no reply, water mixing with the blood that dripped from my lip where my teeth were crushing the delicate skin, "Denki what do I do now?"

I wake up suddenly, feeling three things in a quick succession. A deep inexplicable sadness sunk in as a creeping sense of confusion arose as I began to wonder what I was sad about. Before I could come to a conclusion, I felt a small tug as if someone was gently grabbing my brain and ringing it out like a wet towel.

"God!" I yell, my annoying high kid voice reaching a new octave. I hold my hands out as if to physically block the pain assaulting me.

"Can you do me a favor and pull your dick out of my eye?" I yell, clutching at my head because of the sudden throbbing in my skull. Rolling off my bed, I curl into a ball and moan as the feeling persists. I feel as though the creator of heaven had decided to use my brain as a condom.

ANOTHER LEAK? I think to myself, trying in vain to remember the nightmare that had woke me up, but another spike of pain interrupts me and removes all of the curiosity from my mind.

"ITS FIVE AM!" my mom said from her room " thats strike two wake me up again and I'll show you how it is not to late for me to consider a coat hanger abortion and I'll be happy to do so if you don't shut your little imp mouth! ". 'What a lovely mother I have' I thought to myself as I struggled to my feet. Well to be fair, she probably feels something of what I am right now. After dropping my Tu-160 worth of bombs on her yesterday, mainly that I know where her mom is, she needed to couple of drinks. More than enough to earn a decent hangover, but enought about my mom's pain, let's focus on my pain! Mainly why the fuck it happening. It's not a hangover. I drank water before going to bed.

Forcing myself to my feet, I stumble a bit before leaning on the wall, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood as more waves of pain hit me. An aneurysm? No, I don't think so. Pretty sure that would fuck me up faster then this. Stroke maybe? No idea. Walking into the bathroom and dropping myself into the tub I turned the water to cold. "Oh fuck that's the stuff…" I mutter as ice cold relief falls on me. "Who needs cocaine in this world? arctic water is my pain relief". Feeling the water drip by my face I raise an eyebrow at a warmth around my lips. Sticking out my tongue I licked my lips and recognized the iron taste instantly. My nose is bleeding? My first thought was poison, but mom has no reason to (also if she had poisoned me, she would have chosen something that would stop me from moving so she could gloat). Deciding that the water bill can go fuck itself I spent the next 30 minutes enjoying that cold water and trying not to think.

After leaving the tub the pain had moved from 'skull fucking' to 'catching a weight to my face'. I wonder if Recovery Girl is at school yet? Whatever this is, her quirk should be able to fix it…unless it is cancer or a disease that the human body can't beat without help, but I know I didn't have that in my time. Enjoying my second real breakfast I'm hit with the real notion that this is really my second day in this time. God the days are dragging on. Leaving the house I groaned as the headache started to turn up again. Gritting my teeth I start to speed up to get to school. The sooner I get to recovery girl the sooner this shit ends.

"Ah Mineta, you're certainly here early, " Midnight said as I stumbled into the hallway. "Are you okay?"

"Maybe but em betting no." I slur before falling to my knees. Fuck these….short ass…bitch legs Seriously how the fuck did young me run with these things? And how the fuck was I as fast as I was? The headache had gone from a 3 up to a 7 on the way to school. Thankfully it hadent reach the bullet eating level it was earlier, but it was quickly rising. "Pliz tell me recovery girls in right now."

"Yeah she's in her office" The hero leans foward as I rise back to my feet "mineta are you alright?"

"Never been better thanks" I said as I stumbled past her, only to yelp when I felt an arm wrap around my torso and lift me up. "Thank you?"

"Wouldn't be much of a hero if I couldn't help someone in pain" She says as she carries me to the nurses office. "Chiyo we might have a problem here!" Recovery girl, for her part, instantly put whatever book she was reading down and walked over to feel my head.

"No fever but his nose seems to be bleeding." Thankfully she decided to kiss me before she went to ask more questions. Instantly sweet relief came to me as the pain disappeared.

"Oh thank god" I sigh as midnight put me down. "What was wrong with me?"

"Not sure yet Dear, you seemed in so much pain that I didnt want to wait to heal you" She pulls out some hand held device and holds it to my head. "Do you mind answering some question?"

"By all means go ahead" I answered, not really sure I could offer much, as it turned out I couldn't. Leaving out the vault basically everything narrowed down to I had a headach last night and another when I woke up and I also had a nightmare I can't remember. Afterwards Recovery Girl began running some test on me mostly on my head and thing she could find out was that my blood pressure had suddenly risen and that had caused the nosebleed and headache. She thought it was stress but she took some blood to see if she could find anything.

After a couple more minutes Recovery Girl gives me a clean bill of health and chalks it up to extreme stress from the nightmare. Honestly I was ready to get on with the day at this point and turned to leave the office before I remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot while I'm here-" I show her my phone. "Here are my father's medical records." At her raised eyebrow I shrugged. "Dad was busy, what can I say?"

Recovery Girl looks at me for a moment before shrugging, typing on my phone for a bit, presumably to send the information to her computer. The next couple minutes was the medical hero hhhmmming and humming as she read both me and my father's medical files.

"Well, well, this is certainly interesting." She muses as she reads my father files "Alright everything checks out here."

"Does that mean..?" I started, eyes widening and grin starting to form.

"Yes, yes, ill message Lunch Rush and tell him about your dietary needs andlook into giving you the correct supplements." FUCK YES raising my arm in victory I grin at the news!

"Good! Good, well imma gonna go home."

"So close to school?" Midnight pointed out. "Class is in an hour and a half, might as well stay."

"And do wh- on second thought I think I know what I want to do" I say as I start to leave the room "Thank you Midnight thank you Recovery Girl" The two teachers nodded to my statement as I exited the room.

I find it kind of ironic that UA was going to be the birthplace of the equipment I will need for most of my illegal actions. Though, to be fair I'm gonna use them to start my non illegal business as well, but I don't think a judge will care that I was multitasking.

The first step of most of my plans started here at the school, or, more specifically, the support students department. As much fun as it would be to have my parents buy me supplies, there are some things that I'm gonna need to stay off a paper trail. Being at this school gives me access to resources and equipment that a citizen wouldn't be able to obtain normally. Seeing as how both my quirk and stature are too recognizable at the moment I'm gonna need technology to do any actions that are outside the law which, I assume will be a lot.

It wasn't exactly that I like breaking the law…it was that I didn't really care about breaking it either and the main way I can see to regaining my true strength is by illegal means…or throwing myself into hell zone to force quirk awakens which I would rather not do. Not saying I have many long term plans but one of them is to handle OFA. I want to be a rich SOB and it's easier to become rich when the economy is working and to do that I need OFA to not cripple the country and the first step to do that is to destroy his business.

An action which is much harder to do then to say. Ignoring the fact the man main commodities of trade are favors and literally quirks, OFA has had years to make deals and alliances with people across the country and world. The only way i'm getting close to matching that is with a version of Breakthrough, a drug I helped design in my first life. Breakthrough was -and i'm not sucking my own dick here - probably the most effective quirk enhancing drug in the world, or at least the most effective one that the world governments wasn't hiding. Unlike its predecessors like Trigger, Breakthrough forced the quirk user to awaken making the effects permanent and with the pure version you could take the drug again and again. Its negative side, because every drug has one, is that it has a chance of killing you or in some cases driving you insane which heightens each time you use it.

Which is why it would have been filed as illegal if it was ever put on the market and why I never flooded the black market with it. Honestly, while planning Black Orchid, Kiiroi asked me why I didn't plan to use it. My response was because that would be opening Pandora's box. No matter how much I hate it's government, I wanted Japan to be recoverable when I was done. Adding Breakthrough to Black Orchid would have been like injecting a poison into a snake you just cut the head off of to prepare for dinner.

Only reason I was risking taking the stuff at all was because I helped make it in the first place, and the fact that I had already taken it in my first life and knew the best ways to heighten your survival rate when taking it... also because I was the one that made it so deadly in the first place.

Now to all the bleeding hearts out there, let me just say that I was borderline forced to make that drug and can you imagine the idea of a BreakThrough with zero drawbacks being sold around the world? Even if I had control of who could take the stuff, it would only be a matter of time before someone tried to reverse engineer it and sell their own version. Ignoring the fact that these beta versions would almost certainly have the formation of deadly side effects leading to a world of people dying in the street and insane quirk users running around.

Yeah, ignoring all that, it's easy to realize that once any version of it gets sold around the world in large enough numbers, the world is in trouble. People dying in mass as two-bit punks start to become the next Shotos and Overhauls of the world. It would also send mankind sprinting to the quirk singularty, forcing either extinction or evolution and speaking of someone with a quirk bloodline that has really fucked me over im not willing to take that chance with all of humanity.

Honestly, if I was a better man I probably wouldn't reintroduce this substance into the world but …well i've never claimed to be a 100 percent good person I'd give myself a C- in general goodness, also I sorta want to see if I can do it again. First time I was at gunpoint trying to make anything to keep that would prove my worth and even then it was an almost accident. It was also barely tested. It had only been in existence maybe 8 hours before heroes were dropping in and I was in the fight of my life. To this day I consider breakthrough to be the greatest drug I ever made and it wasn't like I made that shit in a state of the art laboratory either.

We were using a garage and not the most advanced tools. That just shows how well the GA taught me. By the time I graduated/retired I was the top of the Mechanical and Chemical Engineering class in the Gray Academy to the surprise of everyone there, including myself. Honestly it's surprising how much I could learn and do when I put the Simp juice down. It's going to be fun to see what I can do with some of the most advanced techies in the country . Even if I were to ignore BreakThrough, there's still plenty of other drugs that I could "create" and sell to the public. That's not even including the ones I could sell under the table for a pretty penny.

Becoming a millionaire would be very helpful to this 'live well' creed I was trying to follow. Sadly my Breaking Bad dreams would have to wait. Reaching the door of the department I was disappointed to see that it was still closed. I guess inventors sleep late. I briefly considered picking the lock but decided the risk outweighed the gain. I wonder if hero students can take any of these classes. It would give me access to the labs but I'm not sure if I want them to know that I am competent in technology that usually comes with a level of experience I have no history in and obviously I can't explain the truth to them. Sighing in frustration I made my way to the training room.

After changing into my gym clothing, I started to go through the daily exercises that Jackson designed for me, watered down of course, since this body hasn't worked out a day in its life. My workout was focused on endurance, flexibility, and lean muscle construction. We found out pretty quickly it just wasn't in my genes to get bulky, even if I somehow hit 6'10, the fact remains that my body will never be able to pack on a lot of muscles, or fat, for that matter. My body will always try to stay as small and lean as it can. So, if the quantity of muscles is impossible, then I'll simply focus on quality. Think Bruce Lee or Aizawa and that is why I work for thin but condensed muscles.

My workout was basically a mix of parkour and Uke (martial arts talk for falling right ) followed by brief periods of extreme exercise and weight lifting. Honestly the body did better than I was expecting it to, though to be fair I thought the original me would've thrown up at the site of a dumbbell. Kind of not giving myself credit, pretty sure at this age I was surprisingly athletic and at least able to jump twice my hight.

After an hour of that fun I decided to finally figure out what I could do with my quirk. I hadn't been necessarily avoiding quirk practice. It sort of just annoyed me when I tried to do an action and it didn't work. It basically told me everything I already knew beside size and mass control. I'm basically back to stage one with natural abilities like grapeskin, non-stick grape and grape shaping should come back when my body hormones are more stable and the rest will need Breakthough.

'I'm pretty sure this is the worst possible combination of my parents' quirks I could have gotten' I thought to myself while tossing an orb between my hands 'if only I had just gotten a hybrid like Todoroki.' When I first learned of Todoroki being a child of quirk marriage, I'm not gonna lie, I was sort of pissed. This was before I learned he had three siblings, two of which got useless quirks from the marriage and one that got a weakness from it. I thought that somehow Endevor managed to one pump chump the perfect little superhero through quirk marriage and that Shota was so mad about it he didn't want to use his full quirk.

Don't get me wrong. I understand that Shoto's childhood sucked because of quirk marriage, but that was something I learned much later on. When I heard what his family went through I felt a bit of kinship to him. Said kinship proceeded to die an ugly death as Shoto began to seemingly, over the course of two years, fix most of his family problems. Alright so now I know it wasn't that easy. Shoto is hard to read on a normal day. He is not gonna show his feelings on something like this and I also know you're not supposed to compare trauma..but I was like fifteen when this was happening and my own family issues were ramping up to their worst. I'm gonna be honest, it was hard to understand someone's situation when it seems like they came from the same place as you and were getting better while yours was getting worse. I can't say me and shoto were ever close friends and maybe this was a one way feeling but it was …reassuring to have someone that was going through the same problems.

It's thoughts like this that makes me believe what Bastion said about me never growing up. Even to this day I feel some bitterness when I think of how me and Shoto starting out in similar places and then seeing how drastically we changed, even before my fall from grace.

For one his family recovered. Took a bit, but Endeavor became a better father and everyone became a family again...mostly. I, on the other hand, never had a happy family, and it sure as hell didn't get better. Most of them died, some tried to kill me, and my sister got adopted and I didn't get to meet her for years. There was never any love in that marriage, and any sex was hate-filled fueled by grandpa's wallet or at gun point. Only reason I was alive is because my grandpa thought mom and dad's quirk would mix well together and didn't care that my dad already loved someone or that my mom batted for the other team.

To be fair, if it wasn't for my body's other problems and just plain bad genetic luck, I'm pretty sure my quirk could have been in the top 5 of this class. Both my parents could have been pro heros quirk-wise. With my mother's glue hair shit that she controls and my dad being able to launch orbs out of his body at a speed of mach 6.

Best case scenario, and the scenario my grandpa was hoping for, is that I would be born as a living being of glue slime that could shoot itself or some shit. Hell, at the end I got sort of close. Once I had fixed some of my nutrition problems…plus some awakenings, I became a being that could fight the stronger heroes of Japan… sort of.

Honestly the fact that Shoto got born with half the power of the fucking avatar while I was stuck with orbs on my head made me a little annoyed with the man…him being annoyingly hot and with his attitude certainty didn't help either. However that annoyance is from the past Mineta that had no idea he could catch up with the gods of this world, or at least get to a level where they had to come down from their golden thrones to swat them.

Shaking away such depressing and distracting thoughts, I pulled a training dummy into the center of the room and started placing orbs around the room. I had about twenty minutes before class, so I might as well get a read on how much skill is transferred from the mind to the body. Jumping on one of my orbs I let out a whoop as it sent me soaring upwards. Spinning mid air I land on the compress orb I placed on the ceiling which sends me zooming across the room. I spent the next couple moments bouncing to and fro across the room and getting my body used to such high speed. Landing on an orb on the far side of the room I launched myself at an orb right above the dummy. From there I would launch myself at it from above, spinning mid air to slam the blunt of my hand into its neck. Pretty effective move, even for quirk enhanced targets, sadly I wouldn't get a chance to on account of my mind breaking.

"Beep beep!" I roar as I jump out of the car, rolling just in time to watch it zoom across the parking lot and smash into the steel covered hero at at least 70mph.

"He can take that…I think."

I had turned to inspect the damage, taking stock of the situation, "Tetsutetsu just ate a car going 70 and Setsuna can't go anywhere without her head. Kaibara isn't fast enough to have caught up to us yet. Now all I need to do is get a news tower with the disk and I can prove my innoc-

My thoughts had been interrupted on account of me having to dodge a net from the sky. A net? A net? When did I become a racoon that some kids try to catch in a cartoon ? Looking up I narrow my eyes past the sun glare to see who thought they could catch me like a scooby doo villain.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I complained as Momo fucking Yaoyorozu parachuted down from the sky like a fucking army ranger. Even worse, a familiar earphone-using hero had been on her back.

"Look guys, I literally have proof that I'm innocent on this disk! If you let the news play it I-OH GOD DAMNIT!" My explanation had been cut off as I saw Jiro preparing to attack. I had grapeskin grown over my ears as I dove behind a car right as a sound wave smashed into me.

"Why won't you listen to me? Why won't anyone fucking listen me?" I screamed.

I groaned at the pain I tried to recover, but messed up my foot placement on the orb and instead of flying past the dummy I slammed into it, my shoulder hitting its head and causing a notable dent in the plastic material. My shoulder on the other hand made a notable popping sound as it made contact with said material. Smashing into the ground didn't feel any better either. As I took the next couple seconds to writhe in pain I decided to face the fact that something is definitely wrong with me.

"Alright something is wrong with my vault" Having flashbacks from my old life in dreams is one thing, any minor crack in a vault can cause leaks in dreams but vivid shit like this meant that there was some higher damage to the vault. While the vault itself was basically combining repression, RMT, and artificial hyperthymia, all natural processes of the human mind. This means that I have some control over it but the fact of the matter is That the vault is mostly created and maintained by Jackson Quirk which basically means I can't do much if the damage is too much.

That thought process led me down to another problem. Both my mind and body were heavily altered by Jackson and the Gray Academy. It's possible that my child brain can't hold the vault like how outdated phones can't handle some new apps. It also didnt help that my body and brain are also damaged, or at least altered from the parameters, that my adult brain has no idea how the vault reacts to hereditary problems and mental sickness…..fuck, I had no idea what shape my brain was in. Just like any computer, you needed the company to really fix it, and since I had no idea how or if Jackson existed in his current form at this time, it might not be safe or possible to contact him.

"Are you alright?" A voice asks from my left, shocking the hell out of me instantly. I tried to jump away from the voice but a hand had already landed on my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I try to jerk from his grip, grunting at the pain that travels up my arm from the motion.

"Careful, I think your shoulder is partly dislocated." A hand is placed on my injured shoulder, probably to check the damage. Taking the moment for what it is I shoved myself into the hand hearing the pop as my shoulder was put back in place. Mashirao let go in surprise, which I took as a chance to roll away from him, rising to my feet in a combat stance.

"Whoa, calm down man! I'm not gonna hurt you." He raises his hands up as if he was surrendering.

Wait, why am I so nervous? It's not like Mashirao was ever a big threat in my past life. Yes, he tried to capture me like everyone else, but it was a job from him. He kept it professional. I rubbed my head, being reminded that the head pain had come back. Memory flashes, head pain, and empathy flux. Yeah, that sounded like a damaged vault to me. Forcing the tension to leave my body I shook off the fighting stance and held out a hand to Mashirao "Sorry about that was sorta tense during training."

The tail using hero hesitated for a moment before pointing to my hand. "Doesn't that hurt?" He asked, pointing to my recently relocated shoulder. I tested it by rotating my arm, hissing at the pain, but still bearing full motion.

"Yes it does, but I'm used to it." Wendy loved dislocating limbs when fighting with her hero persona and because of my neglected growth imbalance my joint bones were slightly bigger than the connecting bones which made dislocation and relocation easier.

"And what about that?" he pointed, looking down. I blinked at my two mangled fingers. I guess I landed wrong. I wonder if the pain was being overtaken by the headache or if it was because I hadn't noticed the damage until now. Grabbing my finger I let out a hiss as I straightened them out ignoring Mashirao flinching at the sound.

"There we go.'' I say, testing the feeling and checking my arm for any other damage. Ojiro took a step forward making me freeze and focus on him. When I saw he was holding out a hand to shake, I relaxed and accepted. His hands were warm and calcused, telling a story of years of training. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mineta Minoru"

"Mashirao Ojito" He said, letting me go and looking at the dummy I had smashed myself into "what fighting style was that?" I narrowed my eyes briefly, wondering how much he saw before stamping the paranoia down.

"Well the move I was trying to use is a form of Piguapuan, though I messed it up. How long were you watching?"

"Just the end, Piguapuan huh? Isn't that Chinese kenpo?"

"Yeah, but I only know a little bit of it. I mostly use it to shift momentum and all that." My instincts screamed at me that I shouldn't be telling a hostile about my fighting style, but I had to remind myself that Ojito is a classmate, not a hostile . Besides, if he becomes a threat I'll just kill him. I blinked as that thought came up. Okay better check the vault sooner rather than later. Being tense is one thing, but it won't be good in this second life if I start attacking classmates. "So what is your profession?"

"Plain kung fu " Mashirao states flexing his arms "My dad taught me since I was a kid- what about you?

"Well, I learned piquapuan to learn how to spin during the fight. Besides that I'd say I dabble in a couple other fighting styles." Dabble was probably not the right word for Jackson basically speed downloading combat movements into our brains, but to be fair hand to hand wasn't my first choice of combat. Don't get me wrong, like anyone in the Gray Academy I was good at throwing hands, but I had always been a fan of guns, staffs, sticks, and blades. Hell even whips over punching. That wasn't to say I wasn't skilled. Every student in the Gray Academy was expected to have three normal fighting styles at a brown belt level as well as a custom style that the combat instructors are supposed to help you design. Mine were Brazilian jiu jitsu, muay thai, and judo, while my custom style was way of the rat, a name I'm still annoyed with.

"I could teach you some time if you wish." He took a quick fighting stance before smiling at me. "Sparring with someone is always better then training alone."

"Sounds great!" I replied, actually interested in the idea of sparing. "Actually we could go right now if y-"

The door opened revealing Momo as she walked in. She blinked in confusion before giving a smile and waving to us. "Good morning you two." She says while walking over to us. "How are you two doing today?"

"Fine, just offering to spar with Mineta. Hey man, are you alright? You're bleeding." He must have seen me take a step back. No, I was not alright! The second my eyes had moved onto Momo my headache had come back with a vengeance. Putting a hand to my face I could feel my nose bleeding as well.

"S-sorry, must have hit my nose when I crashed. Hey I need to go to Recovery Girl and get it checked up on- I'll hold you to that spar another day! See you in class!" Before either of them could ask any questions I bolted around the two heros and made it to the door.

After another trip to Recovery Girl's office and another round of tests to see if anything was wrong she still couldn't find anything. Another kiss fixed everything, but this time she gave me some pills to try.

"They help keep blood pressure down and calm students. It's like an advanced aspirin. We used them to calm more jumpy students." I blink at her slowly, looking down at the pills and up to her.

what the fu-WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T Bakugo GET THESE!?

Glaring at the pills for the moment I took one and went to class. Sitting at my seat I close my eyes and begin to calm myself, preparing to sink into the vault.

Go deeper into yourself relax your body and sink into your mi-

"bla bla bla manly " Kirishima was blabbing.

"bla bla anime" Sato countered.

"blab la deku fucking die ree!" Bakugo shrieked from a seat in front of me.

"bla bla hand wave hand wave" Iida said to the explosion hero.

This is gonna be one of those days isn't it? I grit my teeth remembering that a classroom is probably gonna be a hard place to focus enough to meditate. Closing my eyes I started to rub some pressure points on my hands to try and calm myself. After a couple of moments I felt I was getting somewhere as I started to blot out the background noise.

Until a hand slightly shook me opening an eye I turned to look at Denki who was giving me a concerned look.

"Are you okay?"

"No not really" I answered honestly before laying my head on the desk. "I've been getting a headache all day and the class is being a bit too loud for my taste.

"You got headphones?" I shook my head before tilting my head in confusion. When my mind processed the word headphones I got hit with a weird sensation of my body tensing as if it was expecting to get smacked. A full second after that my mind gave me the context of that feeling which was a lovely memory of my getting my head smashed into my desk, breaking my headphones. "They broke," I said slowly, staring at my clenched hand. Hmm I guess this body would still have its original muscle memory. Not something to overly worry about, at least for now if I encounter a bully from my old school I'll make up for lost time. I'm shaken from my thoughts as a pair of headphones are placed on my desk, turning back to Denki. He just gives me a smile and says "You can use mine then.".

I blink in surprise as I grab the headphones. Don't get me wrong, Denki has always been a nice guy, but didn't expect him to be sharing stuff with me this soon. "Thanks" I say, connecting the headphones to my phone.

"Hey you won us phones yesterday, it's the least I can do '' He says before returning to his seat. Oh right, never mind then, he was probably just paying back the favor. I place the headphones on and I'm overjoyed to realize that they're noise canceling. Sighing in relief I bask in silence, watching the class interact like a silent film. Opening up my playlist and putting on the calmest song I have. Closing my eyes to The Rose by Bette Midler I finally was able to go into my vault after a couple minutes.

Alright what is going on now? Floating along the "walls" of the vault I looked for any major cracks or dents or anything that would explain what was going on. Eventful Memories and trauma work like plants and water to the vault, in time they can erode through the wall and get in places they shouldn't be, so maintenance is needed.

Satsuki with the mental command the orbs spun shifting between each other until all my memories of tsuyu sister was before me. Well there's your problem, I thought while staring at the biggest orb in the group. It was..well, not leaking, more like dripping every couple minutes adding to a medium size puddle. The puddle was way too big for this leak to have closed mostly when I handled my dream last night. It's always fun when your mind handles its own problems.

Putting my hand over the leak I grounded myself to not get stuck in the memory. It helped that I had just dealt with this particular memory a couple hours ago. After a moment of concentration I removed my hand and revealed the orbs' repaired finish. Looking at the puddle of memories on the ground I smiled as I watched it quickly evaporate as its source.

Alright now for the big problem. While this memory was a problem, it was probably the final straw causing the damage. Considering that I got a headache when looking at Momo and today was the original day we first interacted, a memory of her is probably acting up. Shifting around I sent the mental command to bring the memories related to Momo and instantly felt something was wrong. Since the vault is a mental plane, basically a visitation of my mind that relates to memories, there are very few ways that someone from the outside can affect it directly. They could affect it by driving me insane or stressing me out, but they couldn't just reach in and change stuff…aside from those with mental quirks.

I've been hit with brainwashing quirks, telepathy quirks, and whatever Jackson's quirk would count as, and they all have different effects on the vault. Brainwashing quirks basically lock you in the vault cutting you off from your body sometimes without you even releasing that you're trapped. Telepathy quirks like Mandalay's, aka that red pussycat member, basically forces a phone into your vault or a speaker if you can't block them out and Jackson's…I'm just gonna stick to my matrix comparison, he gets a hour or two to mess with your mind and you are basically whatever he wants from you.

This was like none of those. Unlike any of the aforementioned quirks, this one seemed to affect the memories. It looked as if nature herself had walked though. Memory orbs were either overflowing from multiple cracks or were sporting vines and branches or raw emotion that were begging to scrap and burial into the walls and floor causing minor cracks. This doesn't look natural. I had expected the memories to start at either when I killed Momo, as that was the first thought that comes to mind when I see the soon to be hero. With how the orbs were placed and the damage they had, it looked as though the memories were damaged in chronological order then repeated a couple times.

Vault damage is usually more random like this. Meeting and killing momo should be the memories that have the most damage, but beside that everything else should be random it's almost as if the memories were replaying themselves. That was a terrifying thought, mostly on account of I can't recall a natural reason for memories replaying themselves in the vault in this faction unless the person is A) dying and or in coma and having their life flashing before their eyes or B) someone is reading their memories. Honestly I don't know which is worse. The idea that this is my mind like spasming moments as I lay dying from Midoriya foot was disturbing but the idea that someone had been in my mind was downright apocalyptic depending on who. Ignoring the very concerning problem of basically confirming time travel and probably starting the next quirk arms race, there was the more personal problem that if anyone reads my memories they basically not only know some of the biggest secrets of japan, also known as OFA & AFO, they also might know that I basically go to war on japan in the future.

The worst part is that I have no idea to confirm either theory. Someone might have read my mind in the first timeline as well. I just couldn't tell without the vault and there's no way to know if this theoretical student is even loyal. They could be another spy of OFA which basically means I gave one of the most dangerous men on this side of the country time travel knowledge. I slapped myself across the face before I dived any deeper in this rabbit hole that was vault damage panic talking, and now was the time to think rationally. Even if this was a worst case scenario and someone did read my memories then judging from said damage this person is reading the memory of Momo, which won't give them much power in the grand scheme of the timeline.

It's much more likely that this is a random glitch in the vault caused by the myriad of problems my 14 year old brain already has. I'll have to reset the vault later to see if this is the case, and besides, if a mind reader was part of AFO's forces and was skilled enough not to be exposed even after we beat AFO then he was mostly skilled enough to avoid me. Also if said mind reader is reading my first life he'll hopefully come to the assumption that I don't have any useful information before he gets to said information. A person can only watch me stare at girls for so long before they go mad. Deciding to nip this person in the bud I let out a mental SHOW YOURSELF within my mind. It wouldn't actually force any skilled quirk user to do it but it will usually cause a reaction in your mind as the person usually does a quirk base reaction either cutting the connection or doing something to confirm if you can sense them. After a couple seconds of feeling nothing different I let out a sigh and got focused on fixing the memory damage. Putting my hands out in front of me as if I was taking a picture with my finger I slowly push my hands together to shrink the square. Instantly I feel a pressure from the memories and watch the "branches" of the closest memory slowly get forced back into an orb shape. The damage seems to be quality not quantity. This might be easier than I thought. It was at that moment of lost concentration that caused one of the orbs branches to breach through the pressure I was putting into it, whipping back to return to its regular place. Sadly like a real life branch it went a little farther forward when bent backward and ended up smashing me in the face. Cursing as a wave of random emotion slammed into me I leaned back to gain distance from the rebel orb only to brush against an orb behind me. Before I could even curse the orb sucked me in.

The soundwave sends me sailing down the hallway to smash into the wall. I don't even get a moment to think before she turns the force up, sending me through the drywall to fall three stories down. Grape skin allows me to bounce back to my feet once I struck the concrete. "Can someone just listen to me for five fuckin whoa!" Rolling away from the net just fired at me, I glared at Momo for a moment before she threw something my way.

"I hate you all so much!" I yelled moving backwards as I covered my eyes protecting myself from the flash but the bang still had my ears ringing. "You bitch." Throwing an orb to the wall on my left I jump off it, sending myself to the roof of the building, or it would have if a sound wave didn't slam me into said wall and sent me falling back to the ground. I allowed my eyes to close in pain for a second before opening them just in time to roll out of the way of the staff that was gonna smash my face in. Grabbing the staff I showed my core strength by wrapping my leg around it and using my momention to smash my feet into Momo's finger and making her release the weapon. As the weapon left her hand a new one was already coming out of her shoulder. Swinging the staff at her head I wait for her to block the strike before diving between her legs and jabbing the other end into the edge of her toe. She let out a hiss and tried to turn and swing at me, but I moved with her, keeping myself behind her as I jabbed the staff into her Achilles tendon. She fell to her knees, allowing me to wrap the staff around her neck and pull, bending the hero back as if she was playing an extreme game of limbo.

"Look Momo" I grunted, trying to keep control of her as she was flailing her arms back and trying to grab me. "I know we were never truly friends at highschool, so you have no reason to believe me when I say I'm framed, but you have to agree to the fact I haven't really tried to kill you." I pulled harder causing her to gag as I put strain on her throat for a moment before loosening up a bit. "Come on that has to mean som—" Something sharp poking into my stomach stopped me.

"Grk surrender mineta its over '' Momo gurgled out with whatever breath she could get. I, on the other hand, tried really hard not to get pissed off. I think it been quite clear I havn't tried to kill anyone that hasn't tried to kill me first and I've literally yelled out that I have evidence of my innocence and yet one of the smarter members of my class would rather send a spear thought me then fucking listen.

"I can still break your neck" I growled, making sure Jiro could hear me before she thought to send any sound waves.

"You'll die right there with me." Momo says, materializing the spear a little more, sending the sharp point a little deeper into my grapskin. "We both know you're a coward, Mineta you wont put your life on the line."

The statement floored me. Coward? Wouldn't I put my life on the line? Was that what she thought of me? Even as a kid I fought villains right along with class. I won't deny that I complained and bitched while doing it, but I was there during the fight with Shigaraki and the league. Even now, after almost a year of seeing me be a hero in Japan and there being news of me being a national hero, she can't see past the imagine of the fourteen year old shithead she once knew.

"You don't know who I am." I hissed, a fresh anger flowing through my veins as my hands tightened around the staff. "None of you ever did."

"Mineta!"

Something wraps around my face and pulls me back. Gasping in surprise, I grabbed the substance and twisted it, trying to break it while throwing the first thing that I could grab at the source. The cloth tightened, and I was about to reach for my gun before I heard someone yell, "Mineta!"

Looking up, I see the glaring eye of the eraser hero holding the pencil I had just thrown at him.

For a moment - just a moment - I had seemingly been back in my old time, waking up being attacked by people that thought I was no more than a beast to be put down. Taking a deep breath, I grab the cloth and unwind it from my face. After which I straightened in my seat and nodded to Aizawa. "You surprised me," I said, rubbing my head. Getting pulled out of the vault is like ripping a veteran from a PTSD flashback - painful and shocking.

"I noticed." He spun the pencil I had thrown at him with his finger before tossing it back to me in an easy arc, which I caught. "While being prepared for anything is good for a hero, it is also wise to not sleep in my class."

"Wasn't asleep. Just tuning out the background noise," I grunted, rubbing my head again. The headache had come back with a vengeance." Taking another pill, I nodded to Aizawa. "You can start class now."

Apparently the erasure hero wasn't done "I need your permission to start my class?" Aizawa asked, raising an eyebrow. Oh really, he's doing this now? Well, okay then.

"Apparently you need my attention, since you saw fit to stop it on my account." I pointed out. Aizawa's hair stood up and his eyes glowed. I was about to go further, but I remembered that at this age, he could be a pain in my ass. Raising my hands in surrender, I made eye contact with the teacher before putting on my best 'getting ready to learn' face and pulling out today's class' books.

He looked at me for a moment before turning to the rest of the class and beginning his lecture. Damn it, I'm not gonna lie, it wasn't five minutes before I was trying to get back into the vault. Aizawa was the homeroom teacher, which meant that since it the second day of school, there was fuck all he could teach someone who already did the course. Trying to calm my mind again, I focused on trying to put myself back. Alright, so might just be a good idea to suppress the memories until I get a hold and can actually handle them.

My thoughts were shattered as I felt eyes trying to glare holes in my head. Opening my eyes, I glared at Aizawa. "Do you need something?" I asked.

"Yes. For you have to pay attention."

To what! God damn it. The normal everyday 'here's how school is gonna be speech!? What are you gonna say on the second day of school that the first didn't already cover? I glared at the teacher, noticing his raised eyebrow and the surprised looks some of my classmates were giving me. "Wait. Did ..did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did." Aizawa confirmed. He waited a moment, probably to see if I would apologize, but I didn't "Mineta, would you like to leave? This is a class for those that want to take becoming a hero seriously."

Oh, so I'm already on thin ice but Bakugo gets a whole semester of telling people to die before anyone tries something. I briefly considered just leaving like he suggested, if only to see the class's face as I walked out that door. But no, UA was now part of my plans and I'd rather not leave yet. "I have yet to see anything from you that would teach me to become a hero, besides some tricks with some cloth."

Bless Denki's heart, he was trying to warn me off this path with some head shakes. Sero looked like he was having a heart attack. Time to cook up some Gordon Ramsey level bullshit before I really do get expelled. I widened my eyes as if I hadn't meant to say that either. "I apologize, sir, it's just that you're an underground hero, and yet you're teaching a class at UA. I was expecting more information on what it would be like to be a hero, not what pencils and calculators are allowed for which class."

Aizawa started a moment before he slouched a bit and sighed. "Trust me, the first week isn't fun for the teacher either, but we've been doing this for years. We are heroes and teachers and we have years of experience on both fronts. I know all of you are excited, but trust us, we have been training the next heroes for years by the government and I expect the respect earned from those positions, understand?" He stared at me, maintaining eye contact until I nodded my head "Be patient Mineta. I didn't give up on you on the first day, so I expect the same of you."

I sighed, coming to terms that I'd have to deal with the vault later. "I'll try to be more patient."

The rest of the homeroom went fine. Well, as finel as it could with relearning the basic class bullshit that happened in any school all while having a headache. By the time Aizawa was done, I was sorta wishing for another flashback just to feel something other than this ever loving boredom. When the class was finally over, I let out a sigh of relief and returned the headphones to my head.

"Mineta!" I again nearly reached for weapons I no longer had as a voice slammed itself into my ear like a battering ram.

"Hmmreek," I grumbled, turning my head to glare at whoever had yelled in my ear only to blink as no one was there. "What now?"

"Mineta." I felt my eyes twitch as Iida's voice again sounded right in my ears, even as I watched. He started his weird jerk spasm walk towards me from the other side of the room. Iida's ability to throw his voice had fucked with me ever since I met him and had nearly gotten me killed whenever I had to fight him. Fucking fighting a speed based opponent required timing, which was hard to manage when someone can sound like they're right by you when they're a god damn yard away!

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow at the stern boy.

"While I admire your desire to learn how to be a hero as quickly as possible, your disrespectful actions towards the teacher will not be tolerated!"

"I don't think I was being that disrespectful." The choking sound coming from Momo behind me and the flinch Midoriya gave told me exactly how they thought of that statement. "We came here to learn to be heroes, not normal students. He was throwing the same stuff we get every year at normal school, we both know it's a waste of time. If he pulled out a pop quiz about what it meant to be a hero, I wouldn't have said anything."

"While I understand your frustrations, talking back to the teacher and worse, throwing projectiles at him, is inexcusable. You should apologize to him."

"I only apologize for things I am sorry about, He's the one that keeps flinging me around with those wrappings." I waved a hand in Iida's direction. "Aizawa is one of those that will be teaching us to save lives and fight villians. I simply wanted to make sure he was the right person for that job…are you going to lecture me for caring about my future?" Iida didn't seem to know what to say to that. Even his arms had stopped their chopping motions "Also, as you say, me and Aizawa talked this out already, so you don't need to lecture me about it, but if you do want to lecture a student that does need an attitude change, look at Firecracker over there putting his feet up on the desk."

"What did you call me!?" If Iida could throw his voice, Bakugo fired his from a cannon. I heard Midoriya eep as the explosion hero sent his hostility through him to get at me.

"Bakugo, get your feet off the table!" Iida exclaimed, hands already moving again.

"No way, four eyes."

Alright. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, I thought as I leaned away from the two arguing. They weren't directing hostility at me, but their raised voices and Bakugo's hostile motions were bringing back bad memories.

Don't get me wrong, I never liked Bakugo for his personality, but after my …fifth? quirk evolution, he went from run the fuck away on sight to fight him if I have to. He became one of my favorite people to fight for one simple reason. Like Kirishima and Ojiro, he kept it professional. He came after me because I was a villain and didn't bring up my accused crimes ..he didn't believe me when I said I was innocent, or at least he didn't care, but he also didn't call me a rapist every five minutes.

Iida, on the other hand, was the most vocal of the boys whenever we fought. He always ran his mouth about me being a villain and a disgrace and all that bullshit. For all my flaws, I liked to think I was a patient person. Petty as hell and vengeful like an ex-wife, but patient all the same. Honestly, though, hearing Iida's voice was bringing back bad memories and the idea of resorting to violence was getting more and more appealing.

The idiot's not even looking at me. I thought, watching Iida argue with the explosion hero. A Pencil in the neck would end the fight befo—okay, time to think of something else. I tried, I honestly did, but me and Iida didn't really have a lot of positive memories, even before I had become Moonseed. There was that one time where Kota knocked you off a wall when you tried to peek on the girl and Iida ended up with a faceful of your ass. Well…the thought certainly stopped any hostile feelings from coursing through me. Sadly, it started bringing up a different emotion, especially when my mind offered an image of the last time someone had ..interacted with my ass and they had been much more enthusiastic.

"Mineta, are you alright?" Momo's cry reached my ears after I realized I had slammed my head into the desk.

"Yeah, just thought of something I really shouldn't have!" I tried to cover my cheeks that were heating up and turned back to Iida, whose attention had returned to me. "Hey Iida," I raised a hand before he could start lecturing me again. "I'm just going to be straight with you. I have a headache, can I get to this lecture later?"

"A headache is no excuse to b-"

"I think he gets the point, Iida." Momo cut in, making me want to take back half the shit I said about her in my past life by speaking up. "No one likes to be lectured while they're in pain."

Iida stared at Momo for a moment before nodding and continuing his lecture at Bakugo, who, in turn, returned to threatening to kill him. I turned and shot Momo a thankful look before grunting and holding my head. "I'm fine." I waved a hand to Momo before laying my head on the desk. "Nothing that a short nap won't solve."

Alright, finally time to go to the vault.

"Mineta."

I stifled the sigh that came from my mouth before opening an eye. "Midoriya, do you need something?"

"Well, um, I noticed that you seem to have trouble paying attention in class so I, um, copied my notes so you could l-look at them when your headache is gone."

I could only stare at the green-haired kid. We both knew for a fact it was a case of not giving a fuck about this class instead of the headache, but he went out of his way to make me some notes.

"You were always the best of us" It was his confused face that made me realize I said that out loud. Fuck this run away mouth of mine. "Sorry, bit my tongue. What I meant to say was, thanks, and who do you think is the best of us?"

"What? You mean as in with quirks?" Terrible redirection, but the mention of quirks is enough to send the green haired boy on a tangent. Already he was pulling out his notebook. "I'm not sure if we've seen enough of each other to know that, though the shadow creature Tokoyami has seems like it could be used in a lot of different ways. I think Katsuki's quirk is also very great."

"Dumbass Deku, my quirk is the best in this whole damn class!"

"Can you not talk at a normal volume?" Jiro admonished the explosive boy.

"Yaoyorozu and Todoroki both got higher scores than you did." I pointed out. "So apparently it's not."

Bakugo turns from where he was about to verbally slaughly the ear jack girl. "Shut your mouth, grapestai!" He roared. " I could beat either of those two at any time!"

"Todoroki is the son of Endeavor and a member of the Himura family. If he is half of what his parents are, he can beat you with one hand behind his back."

"What did you say!?"

"Endeavor son?" Midoriya perks up, hands already reaching for a notebook.

"And that's ignoring the fact that Momo is basically god." I continued, "Pretty sure she could make plenty of things to stop your quirk or just explosions." Deciding that I was gonna be bugged anyway, might as well bug them back. "Your quirk, while impressive, isn't the top anymore, Bakugo, so get off your high horse before I drag you down."

"God?" Momo squeaked.

"Oohh?" Bakugo adopted an expression which I remember fondly as Bakugo face number three. Basically a mixture of cockiness and anger, like he's pissed that you're trying to defy him but he still finds it adorable.

"Endeavor's son?" Midoriya seems to have fixated on that statement.

Wait ..did I say that? Shit! Turning to look behind me, I'm greeted by the blue and black eyes of Shoto firmly locked on me. Double shit!

"Your dad's Endeavor?" Midoriya had gone into fan mode. "Did you train with him? Why do you use ice if he uses fire?"

Shoto's look stopped his next question and sent any other question back down his throat. Should I just go home today? I thought to myself as the half and half student's gaze turned to me.

"How do you know my mother?"

What would young me say? I thought to myself before realizing that kid me would probably say some type of your mama joke and would then be violently frozen alive once someone explained it to Shoto. Fuck it lean on fame "You're a famous family. Everyone knows your family."

"I didn't," Denki saw fit to point out. If it was anyone else, I would have thrown my pencil at them.

"My mom and her side of the family stay out of the hero business. You have to have done some deep digging to learn who she is." Shoto stood up and made his way to me. Honestly he didn't seem mad yet...just really, really interested in what I would say next.

Fuck, what can I say? Nothing. The woman was in a mental ward; I have no reason to fucking know her! It's sad how much bullshit I've had to throw around just a day and a half of being back in the past. "My uncle mentioned it to me"

His eyes narrowed at my lie, meaning that he probably knew his mom wasn't allowed visitors that aren't family.

"Your families know each other?" Momo asked.

"Sort of. My uncle and his mom lived in the same area," I said, turning my head as if talking to Momo, but keeping my eyes locked on Shoto, slowly staring deeply into his eyes before looking at our fellow classmates trying to force my meaning into his head. "They talked a lot and he told me some stories about her family, but out of respect for shoto, I won't say anything that he could find embarrassing." I scratched my eye, still looking at Shoto, hoping he caught my message. "His stories aren't mine to tell."

Shoto seemed to think about that for a second. Honestly it wasn't my best lie, but it wasn't like he could prove it unless he visited his mom which, if I was correct, he wouldn't do until Midoriya hit him with that talk no jutsu.

The tense standoff was cut off as a voice came from the rapidly opened class door. "Good morning, students, who's ready to learn?"

"Oh, for the love of—" I wave my arms as if to disperse the to-be heroes around my desk as Present Mic made himself known. I slammed my head on my desk as I came to terms that going to the vault was gonna have to wait. Present mic taught English which was almost as boring as homeroom. It wasn't even the fact that I already knew English from learning it the first time I went to UA, it's also the fact that Jackson forced everyone in class T to know at least seven languages.

I could talk to Yuga in French, switch to English and rap with Pony, and then talk to Hiryu on Chinese politics in Chinese, and what was worse, Present Mic was perfectly willing to raise his voice if he thought I was slacking off. After the second voice boom, the idea of switching to a different language and showing him just how literate I really was was more than tempting, but this whole day had shown me that my emotions could not be trusted as long as my vault was damaged, so I decided to do something in the middle.

Taking out the text book we were reading from, I looked over the three pages we were planning to read through and discuss the whole class. I raised my hand to get the professor's attention and turned the book over to show I wasn't reading it and proceeded to repeat the complete text and explained the definitions of some of the bigger words and their punctuations.

"I had a pen pal that spoke English in middle school who taught me a lot," I explained in perfect English to the voice hero as he stared at me impressed. Thankfully, he took it better than I thought, he even complimented me on my punctuation and lack of accent. Sadly instead of letting me do what I wanted, he had me read ahead of the rest of the class and still monitored me heavily, saying he would get something harder for me next class.

"Your English is dazzling, Mineta. Not as dazzling as mine, of course, but still dazzling."

"Thank you, Aoyama." I smile at the UA traitor.

"Didn't take you for a show off," Tsuyu said, rubbing her chin as she observed me.

"I'm not trying to show off." Jiro's scoff said what she thought of that. "Alright yes, I'm trying to show off, but not because I think I'm better than you guys." I was, but that wasn't fair since I was from the future. "I'm basically showing the teacher that I'm not slacking."

"So you're trying to be an overachiever?" Momo asked.

"Hell no! I just don't want them thinking I'm slacking off just because I don't look like I'm paying attention to something. When they start teaching something I don't know, I'll be more focused. So far everything has been reteaching the basics."

"It's the second day of school," Midoriya pointed out, tapping his fingers together when Bakugo glared at him for daring to exist.

"Fair enough." Looking behind me, I flinched slightly as I realized that Todoroki was just staring at my eyes, slightly narrowed as if he had found a bug and was trying to decide if it was annoying enough to warrant stepping on. "So what's the next class?" Looking over the time table, I hissed at the distance between the end of first period (8:40) and the start of lunch (12:30). God damn it, Aizawa managed to annoy me so much in a 10 minute period. Well, English is done, so next is science.

Alright, I think it was plain to show that I didn't take many people in this new life as seriously as I possibly should have. Pretty understandable considering what I went through in my last life. To take them seriously is to hate them. Is that petty? Judging people by what they haven't done yet in this timeline, or might not do at all if the multi world theory is a thing? The answer was probably yes, but as the purple flame covering Japan could tell you, I was a petty person and found it hard to let shit go when it got to a certain level. Especially when there was no reason to.

From UA, to my first life, to my time in the Gray Academy, I had been shown that results are valued more than personality. Bakugo, Jackson, and Endeavor show that really well. If you're valuable enough, it doesn't matter what you did. The more valuable you were, the more you could get away with. I think I went a little off topic there. Basically, while my vault damage might be enhancing my emotions, it's not like I would be a model student anyway. I don't see the need to bend over backwards for the teacher like a normal student would.

I didn't hate them, which was surprising honestly. Probably for the first three or four years after I left UA, I hated them all. It felt like they had let me down and that they hadn't tried to help me, but over time I got over it and realized that I wasn't exactly a perfect student either. They didn't really gain my ire when I came back either. Most were retired by the time I was a wanted criminal, so I didn't have to fight most of them…though with a couple of them, I had to fight their children….which honestly sucked.

On the subject of fighting children, could I just say that out of all of class A's students, the ones that were the ages to be in UA anyways were worse than their parents. For some reason, they saw my videos, heard the stories their parents told about me, and decided that they were gonna fucking bring me in. Worst part was that they nearly did it, mostly because of the fact that I didn't want to kill children. Ugh, the team never let me live it down that four kids broke my femur, my jaw, punctured my lung, and nearly put me in a body bag.

Long story short, I don't hate any of the teacher's at UA. I'd say I was neutral to about 80% of them, and 20% I respect and like. One of the ones I respected was Power Loader, who kept the hero support classes from blowing up the entire school. He is also one of the school's science teachers. While homeroom was just pure boredom and English was regurgitating knowledge, science was my bread and butter. It was one of the things that I could say I was godly at without any help from Jackson…besides the teaching and lessons and quirk that enhanced how fast I could learn stuff, but, yeah, besides that, no help from Jackson.

The whole class became a sort of a game. The hero would try to ask an average high school level question, and I would try to pull him into conversation over some type of high-level mechanical issue. It was actually easier than I first thought. Power Loader must have expected to be bored of this class only to be surprised to find a gem in the rough.

Sadly, the rest of the class had to ruin it. Momo seemed like she understood it the most out of the rest of the class, which meant she looked like she was following every fifth word. Iida was stiff as a board and hadn't even twiched in the last five minutes. Midoriya was writing notes a mile a minute, but if his face said anything, I doubt he understood it.

…And then there was Bakugo.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?" The explosion hero roared. That shocked the pro hero, who bashfully went back to what we should be learning.

"Do you have to ruin everything?" I growled at the explosive boy once the class ended and the teacher had left.

"Shut up, grape nerd."

"Oh, I've been upgraded from grapestain?"

"Yeah, cause apparently you're a nerd. What were you even talking about?" Mina asked, yellow eyes staring at me like I was some mythical creature.

"None of your –" I put a hand on my head as if I had a headache, as I stopped myself from cursing out the acid hero. "It's pretty complicated. Someone at your level wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean by that?" Her eyes slightly narrowed at my comment.

"Momo, did you understand what we were talking about?"

"Ugh, well, I mean yes, a bit, not as—" she seemed to stutter at the question.

"How about you, Midoriya? Firecracker?" Midoriya shakes his hand, while Bakugo just growls at me.

"If they didn't understand it, what hope do you have?"

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"Oh no, no, no." I shake my hand as if to ward off the notion. "Well, yes, but only stupid compared to the smartest members of our class."

"Why, you little—"

A hand rested on my shoulder, startling me. "Can you please stop trying to antagonize your fellow classmates?"

"Fine," I growled at Momo before turning to Mina. "We all have strengths and weaknesses. Science happens to be my strength. If I need dance lessons, I'll talk to you."

"How did you know I dance?"

STOP TALKING ME! "Your thighs." The look she gave me said that I would need to explain."You have dancer's thighs, the definition of muscles shows that you do something involving a lot of motion and athletic movements."

"You can tell just by looking at her?" Midoriya looked impressed.

"Yes. I can also tell that you did a lot of crossfit, heavy lifting, and long range running to gain those muscles."

"Oh, oh, do me next!" Toru exclaimed, lifting her shirtsleeves to show me her unseeable muscles."

"You…you're aware you're invisible, right?"

The soon to be stealth hero seemed to deflate at the reminder.

"What about me?" Sero flexed, showing off his string-bean limbs.

"The only workout you do is to lift a bag of chips to your face."

"Hey!"

"Nah, just kidding. You do …a sport of some kind, probably basketball or something like that."

"Spot on."

"Oh, oh. What's Bakugo doing?" Kirishima questioned.

"Don't analyze me, grapenerd!"

After that came a class run of Can Mineta guess what you do with classmates waiting for me to guess their hobbies. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have humored them if I wasn't already sure I wasn't gonna be able to go to the vault before the next class started. Plus the money I earned when people started betting if I could guess their hobbies didn't hurt either.

"Okay, he's cheating," Jiro growled, pointing in my direction. I was busy counting my money.

"Oh please, could anyone tell you to play some type of instrument."

"I'm not complaining about that, I'm complaining about how you figured out how Toru loves prank shows."

"Well, out of all the girls, she's the least athletic."

"Hey!" the invisible girl protested

"So I knew it was a lowkey activity, and she seems too bubbly to do something like knitting or careful hand motions, so that left games and shows, and she doesn't hold her pencil in a way that a gamer does."

"Gamers hold their pencils in different ways?" Tokoyami asked.

"Bullcrap," Jiro stated. She was right, but I wasn't gonna admit it.

"I understand how hard it was to believe. It took decades of training to learn this skill."

"You're only 14!"

"I learned it in my second life." Jiro made a strangling motion at me before sighing and handing over the money she owed me. Oddly enough, the headache had started to cool down. Perhaps the pleasure from annoying my fellow classmates calms my mind sometimes. I didn't really get a chance to look into that more before the next class started.

Next class was Modern Hero Art History, which was Midnight's. Fucking hell, she's doing it on purpose, I thought as Midnight strode past me going on about something I couldn't have cared less about, and couldn't have listened to if I had tried. Honestly, I might have been able to go into the vault. Midnight's voice was soothing enough to tune out, but, of course, there was a hot woman parading herself around the class, and my body felt the need to pay attention to it. Another downside to this body I never missed was the constant boners. Now, don't get me wrong, boys get random erections all the time. It's normal. What was not normal was for it to last for hours at a time and to keep twitching. Hell, honestly half the time I masturbated as a kid was because of this problem and not because I was horny, which doesn't really mean much since a lot of my past time was beating mini Mineta.

"What are your views on this drawing, Mineta?" Midnight asked. She knew for a fact my eyes were on a different type of view. Ripping my eyes off her chest, I tried to nonchalantly find the correct page. After 10 seconds of finding nothing I sighed and looked up at her smiling face.

"No comment."

"None at all? We've been talking about this drawing for 20 minutes, you must have something."

"Nothing that the rest of the class hasn't already said."

"I haven't asked anyone a question yet."

"Uuhhhh." I articulate . "Nothing the rest of the class hasn't thought of yet?"

"Mineta, remember our last conversation about heroes and staying focused?"

"I was focusing."

"But was it the correct view?" She had me there. Finding the page, I ran my eyes over it.

"The costume is distracting."

"Is it?" Midnight looked at her costume with a raised eyebrow. like she couldn't imagine that it could distract anyone.

"Not yours…well yes, yours as well, not that there's anything wrong or right with that… I—you're, you're a woman and get to choose what you wear, bu-" I stopped myself before I could put more of my foot in my mouth. "What I was saying was that the female in the drawing is designed to be distracting."

"And why do you believe that?"

"Because the idea of having a silly or erotic custome to distract villians has been an age old one. It gives civilians eye candy, and it draws attention to the hero. People tend to notice the spandex covered person in the room."

"See, you did have some thoughts on the subject." She leaned forward. "Now what was that you were saying about my costume being distracting?"

"From the way Denki is staring, he can tell you more." The yellow-haired boy pulled his eyes from her rear as she turned to regard him. He shot me a look of betrayal as I backed the bus over him. I acted like I didn't see him lifting up the book like a shield.

"Not cool, man," He huffed as class ended.

"Sorry, I panicked. I needed her to go after someone else while I figured out what the hell we were talking about."

"Perhaps if you had your eyes on your books instead of your teacher you would have." Momo added from behind me.

"I resent that you believed I was ogling our teacher." I could feel her eyes on my back. "Didn't say whether or not it was true, but hey it probably stopped Sero from thinking I was gay."

"Yeah, now he thinks you're bi…or into older women." Denki snickered at my look. "You could always just come out with it."

"People are too quick to add a sexuality to everything." Man that statement was so rich coming from me, you could have bought a country with it. "Maybe I was just admiring her hair."

"As if you know anything about hair." Mina snickered.

"My mom owns a salon chain, you'd be surprised what I can do with hair. I might be able to fix, "I wave a hand at her hair. "All that."

"What do you mean by th-"

"Anyways, as I was saying, people are too quick to label stuff. I am what I am." I extended my arms like the classic Jesus image and looked to the sky. "And what I currently am is a student that all the teachers have had it out for today."

"Well, you've been a bit disrespectful," Midoriya commented.

"In what regard?"

"Is that a joke?" Momo asked. "You talk back, you keep trying to sleep in class, and you show no respect."

"Does that matter?" I turned to regard her. "If I know the content, if I can do all the work, does my personality matter?"

"Yes."

"What about him?" I pointed to Bakugo, who was ignoring me at the moment to…stare pissed off at thin air. Momo looked like she had swallowed a lemon.

"He's not directly disrespectful to the teacher," Denki offered.

"Oh, so it's fine being disrespectful to our fellow classmates, but be a little cross with the teacher and it's too far?"

"Isn't that true for any school?" Sero pointed out, walking over. His question made me pause and acknowledge the point. The Gray Academy's teaching method had been violent. To the Teacher, it didn't matter what you did or who you were as long as you proved that you knew the information. That was even truer for class T, where the teachers were willing to beat lessons into you and expected you to fight back.

"Fair enough," I conceded the point. "What do you suggest?"

"Act like you're paying attention," Denki supplied. "Even if you know everything, if you're gonna space out, at least try to have your head pointed at a book."

"You shouldn't be telling him to not pay attention in class in the first place" Momo exclaimed.

"Better than him stopping the class every ten minutes to argue or attack the teacher," Tsuyu pointed out.

"I only did that once, and he startled me," I said as I turned to look at the frog girl, but before we even made eye contact my vision crossed as my brain shattered.

The window shatters easily under my feet. I land with a roll into what seems to be an office room. I don't give it much thought as I sprint to the nearest door.

"MIIIINNNEEETTTTTAAAAAA!" The pain in Todoroki's voice matches the pain in my back as I close the office door seconds before a sea of flames washes over the whole room. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU."

If he's here and not at her side, her health can't be good. I shake the thought from my head as I round a corner, hissing as flames travel down the hallway. Either they evacuated this building when the fighting started, or Todoroki just doesn't care anymore.

"I WILL CHASE YOU TO THE END OF THE EARTH!" The heat gave me the warning that saved my life. I fall to my knees as a whip of fire cleaves through the wall to my right, travels across the room, and goes through the wall on the left.

"He just cut the building in half." Kiiroi Kitai says from my ear piece.

"HE WHAT!?" My voice is drowned out by the some of the building supports groaning at the weight they could no longer support. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Running up the stairs, I make it to the roof just as the building starts to fall apart. Running over collapsing ground, I reach the ledge on the building and jump to the neighboring roof, using a orb to stick to the wall.

"There you are." I look up to see the half and half hero flying above me, flames gushing from his right leg. Saying he was pissed didn't do it justice. It'd be like saying the sun is hot or that getting stabbed hurts. On his face was a look he spared for Endeavor as a kid, but it had matured, been cultivated, and evolved. The look on his face was pure hatred and sadness that I've seen too many times to count.

I could almost see tears coming from his eyes before they evaporated from the heat. "DIE!" He points a hand, and a pointed pillar of ice descends upon me. He looks like some kind of god with a vengeance, delivering righteous justice from the sky. Even the blood covering him matches—it coated him from his face and chest from where he had held Momo's body close to his own, crying as the medics said there was nothing else they could do.

I should know, because as I use my orb to push myself away from the pillar, buying myself a couple seconds to think of a way out. I know that my outfit was stained with the very same blood.

I gasped, barely managing to catch myself on my desk and stop myself from falling. It wasn't anything close to the headache from this morning. What this lacked in pain was more than made up for in emotional overstimulation. Instantly, I went from a little nervous to pants-shitting terror, my mind screaming at me that I was surrounded by hostiles and that one was getting closer to me.

"Mineta, are you alright?" I turned and screamed as a pair of onex eyes were locked on me. Momo leaned back as my scream startled her. She opened her mouth and gurgled as blood spurted from the hole in her forehead. The hole I put there. I can only watch as those onex eyes, once filled with such kindness and hope, turned dull and gray as the girl in front of me turned into the woman I killed all those years ago. As the wraith from my past leaned closer I mustered the strength to once again scream, struggling to jump out of my seat stumbling when my leg got caught on its side. Arms caught me by my shoulders before I could fall, and I met the green eyes of Midoriya.

"Mineta, are you al-" Midoriya let out a gasp and dropped me. It took me a moment to realize that I had twisted his thumbs to break his grip.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screeched, backing away from the hero, flashes of his foot coming towards my face, the last sight of my first life going through my head. "STAY BACK" The fear quickly turned to anger. Gotta get out of here! Door? No, they're all in front of it. Window? I backed up until my back was to the wall, one of my hands reaching for the window latch. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

"What the hell are you doing, grape nerd!?" Bakugo stood from his desk, smoke billowing from his hand. He narrowed his eyes when he saw me take a fighting stance and started to approach me.

" What are you doing Bakugo, he's freaking out." Ojiro states, standing from his desk.

They're gonna surround me. My mind whispers to itself. I need to cripple the blond one and break out from the window behind me.

"Well then, I'll calm him down." Bakugo grinned, swinging towards my head. Diving under his strike, I performed a backward sweep kick, sending the heel of my foot at his knee. The explosion hero lifted his leg, avoiding the strike, but a tongue wrapped around his arm before he could counter. "What are you doing, Frog?" He turned back to look at the mentioned hero, only to widen his eyes and use his free hands to cover his face. Just in time too, since my fingers had been aiming for his eyes. Using my other arm, I grabbed his hair and drew my fist back, preparing to slam it into his ear to disorient him.

"What is going on here?" A voice said from the door. The whole class looked up to see Ken Ishiyama in the doorway.

The teacher's gravel-like voice fell over me like cold water reminding me of where and who I am.

"Mineta freaked out and got in a fight with Bakugo," Mina stated.

"No, Bakugo is attacking him!" Denki defended. Following that was the rest of the class putting out their thoughts of what had happened. The teacher allowed this for about five seconds before clapping his stone hands together, getting the class's attention.

"I guess I'll just have to ask them for the story," The stone hero replied, turning and walking over to us. I took a couple steps back when he got closer. While his voice had snapped me out of it, I wouldn't exactly call myself calm, and I didn't think attacking a hero would be the best step.

"What happened?"

Rubbing my head and not being able to think of a good lie at the moment, I stuck to what Ojiro said. "Sorry, sir, something triggered a panic attack. Bakugo then tried to attack or detain me, and Tsuyu had to pull him back before I hurt him."

"Like you could hurt m—" Bakugo was cut off by Tsuyu, who tugged on his throat with her tongue. I spared a moment to shoot him a grin at him before the teacher regained my attention.

"And how did you get that nose bleed?" Blinking, I felt under my nose, looking at the red that covered my hand. While it was extremely rare, a damaged vault could kill its user, but that was on account of stress. While I was nowhere near this danger, the constant nose bleeds were getting a bit worrying.

"I get those sometimes. Part of the attack and headache, sir."

"Headaches?"

"Um, sir, Mineta's been having head pains all day," Ojiro said.

"Have you been to the nurse?"

"Earlier for the head pain, she gave me these pills that are helping." I shake the pills to illustrate. "Guess they don't work for the attacks though."

"Are you alright to continue class?"

"I'd rather not," I thought honestly before noticing I said it outloud. "Honestly, sir, I'd rather just take a nap."

He chuckled, the voice sounding like gravel being put in a blender, but still sounding kind somehow. "Not sure if I have permission to send a student home for the day, but I can send you back to recovery girl and see if she has anything else that can help you"

"Very well."

I turned to leave the room before stopping in front of Bakugo. "You should thank Tsuyu for saving your life."

"Why, you little—" I chuckled and left the room, leaving the fuming hero behind.

"Another headache, hmm? Now this is concerning," Recovery Girl mused at a machine she had to my head, looking at the chart with a perplexed look on her face. "I'm not sure what could be causing it."

"My mom believes it's part of my hormone imbalance that causes it." I lean back on the bed, sucking on the lollipop she had given me and enjoying the moment of no pain and no memory blows. Didn't tell her about the panic attack; I don't need to be psychoanalyzed in this state.

"Are the pills helping?"

"Maybe, not sure how much though, do you have anything stronger? Morphine? Fentanyl?"

"While I do have heavy duty pain killers, I'm not gonna use it on a headache, but I will supply you with a less deluded version of the pills."

"What is this stuff anyway?"

"Imagine it as a more advanced aspirin."

That explains why they ain't doing shit I thought to myself taking the new bottle and looking at the back to compare it to the old first bottle was 35% diluted and this one is 15% so it should have more kick to it.

After leaving the nurse's office, I checked the clock. Seeing that class still had nearly 35 minutes, probably enough time. Going to the bathroom a floor up gave me more time in case the teacher tried to find me. I don't know how long I would be in the vault and didn't want the teachers to find me 'Sleeping in the bathroom'. Crossing my legs and sitting on the lid of a toilet, I closed my eyes and prepared myself.

Ooohh what the fuck? I groan, looking at my vault. What had been a group of orbs loosely connected by some vines had basically become a liana holding memories together like some kind of warped Christmas tree. What was really concerning were that some of my memories were being forced together and had begun to fuse linking together into a giant bush of memories. Great memories are fusing, that means moderate vault damage... also means that touching them is a bad idea.

The main reason we sort memories out is because it's incredibly hard to pull yourself from them, even at the speed of experiencing the memories being much faster than normal. Reliving a day of information can still take an hour or two in the real world depending on how much was done that day. When Memories start to fuse it extends the time it takes to relive it. Two hours can become a day, then another, and next thing you know you leave the vault dying of thirst and unable to move. The worst fact is that this can happen or not happen randomly. Some memories will go through your mind at the speed of thought, and others will travel in real time. The more skilled you are with a vault will help you decide. Predicting which memories will do so will only work if you're prepared.

Least I can do is lock it to that day before it connects to any other. Last thing I need is every memory involving Momo being connected. Next came a terrifying thought. Can I still lock memories? The vault is already acting odd because of the new body. Trying to change it could be bad. Sighing, I wave a hand and say "diagnostic". One of the plus sides of being good with the vault is stuff like this. Without Jackson's help I'll never be able to alter the code of his quirk, but Jackson did allow us some control over the manual of the vault for situations like this. In front of my face appears an imaginary screen.

1) |vault |error 515 Error 923 2)|visualization| 100% 3) |viewing room| 100% 4) |hallucinations projection| 100% 5) Zone Offline 6) |Body control| Offline

Zone and Body control are offline which is much better than malfunctioning like the vault is. Besides that everything else seems to be fine. That's good at least. Vault had a 515 error which meant its integrity was bouncing back and forth drastically. Tapping the vault I opened a sub list.

copy, group, ungroup, delete, temporary lock, hard lock, unlock, distort, undo, redo, assign, edit examine- I go down the list of options, some of which were grayed out, just as I expected without Jackson. I sighed in relief when I saw the temporary lock was still available. Selecting the tool, I point to the cluster of memories and focus slowly as a sheet of mental glass comes into existence around the fusing memories.

I shudder as the memory gets locked off. There's always a moment between locking something that is concerning, mostly because you're thinking on the subject that you're about to forget. One moment I was concerned about…something next, I can't remember what it was. I believe it involved Momo and maybe Todoroki, but that's all I could figure out. Once the memory was locked out, I went back to the diagnostic screen and raised an eyebrow.

1) |vault |error 515 Error 923 2)|visualization| 100% 3) |viewing room| 100% 4) |hallucinations projection| 100% 5) Zone Offline 6) |Body control| Offline

That's odd. Memory overflow can affect vault stability which was my main guess to what could be cuasing the 515 error but not sure what a 923 was from. All error codes in the 900s were related to deep vault problems which aren't usually detectied until you entered the vault. If the problem was deteted before useing it the vault should of made me aware of it by pinging me. The only reason I didn't get pinged for the 515 was because I figured it out before I went into the vault in the first place. Clicking the error, I read the description.

Time error

Date 3/23/2111 enter: 3:00am exit 5:00pm

Date 4/1/2088 enter: 5:41am exit: Current in vault [error]

Date 4/2/2088 enter: 3:15 am exit 3:45 am

Date 4/2/2088 enter 7:35am exit 7:36pm

Date 4/2/2088 enter 10:39am exit 10:39pm

Date 4/2/2088 enter 10:57am exit Current in vault

Okay, that's a problem. I guess 923 means log in error. The first log in is from my first life. The last time I went into the vault before Black Orchid. Third check in was me fixing my dream last night. Next two were my vault malfunctioning and the last one was the current one. It was the second one that didn't make sense and was making the error. As a betting man I'm pretty certain that it was a little bit earlier than when I checked the clock when I first woke up back in the past. Basically the error saying that i've been in the vault since the moment i've been in the past…which is confusing at best and terrifying at worst. I'm …gonna need a moment to think about all the possibilities . I wasn't even aware there was this type of vault error. As far as I know it's impossible to be both in the vault and out of it. There shouldn't be a gray area … ,besides the zone, but that is a special case. Rubbing my chin, I tapped the second date and said Correct . The mental text faded out a bit before reappearing.

Date 4/1/2088 enter: 5:41am exit: n/a

Well, that was something …that should fix the second error. Going back to the main menu, I hissed at the 923 error still being there. Okay, what the heck. Going back to the date screen, I growled as I saw the date had changed itself back to what it was. Should I just delete it? I didn't even go into the vault that day! Does it even say that I did anything in the vault? Out of curiosity, I tapped the date and got taken to its memory list. I widened my eyes at the list it gave me. 300 memories? And counting?!

Memory 320. memory 321. memory 322… They seemed to be read in order as well. Thinking back to what my 300 memories were, I remembered that they were Jackson's practice for us. It was him teaching us to make collections of memories of the past. So this log is saying for the last couple days, I've been reliving my first days of UA?

Alright this matches the memories being activated in order i guess. I nod my head, happy to have figured something out before smacking myself in the forehead when I remember that all this has basically explained fucking nothing to me. Nothing of what I've learned has confirmed or denied any of my other theories; the only thing it's told me is that the vault has recognised whatever has happened as an error. As far as I can tell, my memories are looping, which is what I already knew. The only thing different is that my consciousness isn't involved, which is pointing me towards the 'someone reading my memories' theory again. Well whatever the reason, if I lock up all the affected memories I should be able to figure out what was going on, but for now a hard reset and calibration of the vault should help keep things cool.

"User Mineta Minoru, passcode Ruby Roman. Command Restart vault."The words echoed in my mind for a moment before a screen appeared in front of me asking me if I was sure. Taking a deep breath I lift a hand and place it on the yes button.

What followed was a feeling I don't even know how to describe. The closest thing I could compare it to is having your brain get put in vibrating water but in the nicest way. This feeling went on for a couple more moments before a series of codes appeared in front of my eyes. I barely had a moment to read it before it was gone and I was out of the vault once more. "Welp time to think of what ima say to the class". Exiting the bathroom I put my story together before returning to the class. On the way back I was very aware of the lack of the vault in my head. It wasn't a feeling I could explain to someone who never had a vault. The closest thing would be if someone took away your ability to see a certain color.

Entering the classroom was a bit tense. Ishiyama was happy to see me, welcoming me back with a smile and a motion to my seat. The rest of the class not so much. They had basically been placed in four groups. The "is he okay group" holding basically the deku squad with Denki and Sero, the "let's pretend that didn't happen", group which most of the class was in, and then there was the "WTF is his deal " group which seem to be mina and jirou mostly. Oh, and the " gonna kill this guy group" which seemed to be Bakugo and Todoroki. Whatever group they were in I could feel most of the class's eyes on me and now that I didn't have the vault to focus on it was getting uncomfortable.

This went on till Ishiyama asked me to compare the book we were reading to a children's story of my choice. I think he wanted to point out how most japanese stories had some sort of related morals but the only thing it shows was that I don't know many children's stories, and almost none of them were Japanese. Watching the teacher throw out names of common stories and me fumble trying to remember a fact of any of them apparently gave some of my friendly classmates enough ease to joke with me.

"How do you not know any books?" Denki asked after the teacher had ended class. "And who is Dr. Seuss?"

"He uh ..well I was gonna say a good man but he sort of wasn't, so let's just say he was an icon and a writer, also I'm not a reader. At least, not Japanese literature."

"You were talking to us about like 70 mangas yesterday," Sero said from his seat.

"Yeah, and you didn't know most of them, plus those are mangas. They're not the same as books. Mom didn't read me a lot of stories, and the books I did read tended to have a lot more pictures, if you catch my drift."

"Comics?" Momo asked. I stared at her, expecting such a naive response from Shoto.

"Sure, yeah, let's go with that."

Denki snickered at my statement, and Sero had the gall to blush. That pleasant moment ended as I knew it would.

"Alright, so what was that freak out?" Mina, for some reason, decided to lead the charge in questioning me.

"I'm gonna take a page out of Bakugo's book and say none of ya business." Mina hmps at me then looks at Momo. Momo looks back, and they seem to have one of those women look/expresion conversations.

"No," I said, pointing at Momo with narrow eyes. "You asking me the same question isn't gonna make me tell you."

"Mineta, you attacked a classmate. We need to know if that's gonna be a recurring thing."

"Bakugo attacked me."

"I was referring to Midoriya."

Oh yeah, forgot about that. "Fair enough" I turned to the green haired boy and bowed my head slightly. "Sorry about that, Midoriya. How are your fingers?"

"They're fine." He rubbed his hands together and flinched a bit. "But could you teach me what you did to break my grip some time might be good to know if a villain is skilled in joint locks."

"See?" I grinned at the girls. "No harm, no foul."

"Mineta." I turned to see Denki scratching the back of his head, Sero pushing him forward. He seemed uncomfortable for a moment before meeting my eye. "Please tell us. We're your classmates, and we don't like seeing you hurting."

"Or hurting any of us," Tsuyu saw fit to add.

"So we would really appreciate you talking to us. We won't judge." I stared at Denki for a bit before slowly looking at Sero.

"No sero."

The tap hero blinks in confusion. "I didn't ask."

"Yes, you did. You just used Denki as a mouthpiece to try and sway me."

"Is it working?"

"I said no, didn't I?"

"I really do want to know, though," Denki said.

"Oh, I believe that you're kind enough to worry about me and I'll happily tell you."

"Then wh-"

"But I won't let you be the mouthpiece of someone else." He flinched a bit at the look I gave him. "You're your own person, the same way I am my own person. You're not Sero's mouthpiece, so he can speak for himself. Now Denki, do you have something to say to me?"

The electric boy shuffled his feet for a moment before sighing. "Can you tell us what's going on?..please?"

"Sure." I laid my head on my desk as I pulled out the lie I'd been setting up. "Head pain and panic attacks are two different things. The former has just been happening all day, but the panic attacks happen randomly."

"And you decided to become a hero despite that?" Tsuyu asked.

"Well, as you saw, it doesn't stop me from fighting, and it ends pretty quickly. If someone hadn't attacked me and gave me a moment to calm down, nothing bad would have happened."

"Complain to someone who cares," Bakugo said.

I decide to ingore that statement "So yes, if another panic attack happens, don't crowd me, don't yell at me, and don't come up behind me and start picking me up." I shot Midoriya a look and he blushed in embarrassment. "Best bet is to let me find a corner and glare at you guys or to leave the room."

"Couldn't we just hold you till you calm down?" Sero saw fit to point out.

"If you don't have to get close to me to do it, then sure. I just don't want you guys to get mad if I start kicking and scratching. Alright, any questions?"

"When did the attacks start?" Momo asked.

"No idea."

"How often do they happen?" Mina asked.

"Less than five times since I've been alive." At their look, I shrugged. "Like I said, rare."

"Do you remember all that happens?" Tsysu asked. This caused me to pause. If I said no, I can basically use it as an excuse for any other vault damage, but then I'd have to be even more careful with what I reference, and I think that ship sailed when I mentioned I attacked. "It's blurry sometimes." I shrugged my shoulders. "Can we stop talking about it? Not something I like talking about." Sero looked like he wanted to ask something but Denki whispered something to him. It seemed the rest of the class wanted to put it all behind them as well since everyone returned back to their own conversations.

Well, besides Shoto still watching me from his seat.

God, the school day isn't over yet, and there's still one period before lunch. Next came math, which somehow was even worse than homeroom. Honestly, I liked Ectoplasm, I really did, but I was getting ready to fucking jump out of my seat and beat him with my book with the BS he was pulling. Power loader must have talked about me being smarter than the class normal level, because he had begun to throw questions at me like they were throwing stars. They aren't hard to say but they were time consuming and annoying .

"I believe we have gotten a bit off track for the first day, professor." I sighed in relief hearing the ring of the lunch bell. He had set for me as I finished the equation that I recognized as something that wouldn't be seen until my third or fourth year of college. Most of the class looked lost. Midoriya looked vaguely confused, Momo seemed tired, and Denki looked as if just looking at the question was killing him.

"I agree, though Class I suggest you remember these equations on the blackboard because they make up everything you will be learning over the next couple weeks….watered down, of course," he added the second half when the class exclaimed at his statement.

"Well that was a brain blast," I panted once class was done. Is this what being a smart ass in class earns you? Fuck, how is Momo so nice?

"So do you like math?" Momo asked as we put our supplies in our bags. "You at least didn't look like you were gonna fall asleep in it."

"I like science, I'm good at math, and those are the only two classes that have seen fit to push me." I looked at the notes she had written and blinked. "You're good at taking notes."

"I have to be. I'm gonna have to study those again. To be honest, I didn't understand a lot from that lesson."

"At least you understood something," Denki said, walking over to my seat. "I nearly shorted out just trying to understand it all."

"The homework and tests will have easier versions. He just hiked it up because he wanted to see how good I was…now that I think about it, I possibly made my school year worse. They might give me harder homework or something."

"Bit late for that after 4 classes, isn't it?" Sero asked.

"Yeah, oh well. Now let's get lunch."

Good things do happen to bad people. Lunch Rush is a master chef and knows cooking from all over the world. In my first life, I kept my palate mostly to Japanese dishes until the Gray Academy. When it wasn't MRE's, it was meals from across the world. Every lunch was amazing and unique ..unless it was poison dectection days, then it was nerve racking while you tried to figure out what the fuck is in said delicious food and how to neutralize it so you don't starve.

"What are you eating?" Denki asked as I took a seat.

"Italian pasta and pizza, and this." I spun the bottle in my hand. "Is a special protein shake." And this one doesn't taste like roasted deer balls, either. Seriously, Jackson had to have told the chef to make that stuff taste like crap. I had to ask Wendy to force me to drink that stuff everyday.

"Are these seats taken?" Kirishima asked, not waiting for my answer before he took a seat across from me, dragging Bakugo with him.

"Doesn't matter now," I said dryly as they sat. Downing my shake, I grinned as I could almost feel the nutrients flowing through me. I'm taking them much earlier than in my first life. Hopefully I'll start growing faster. "At least after lunch we only have two periods left."

"I thought you were smarter than that, grapestain." Bakugo saw fit to kill my good mood. "Hero majors have a 7th period since we have heroics class." Ugh, I forgot about that.

"What do you think they're gonna have us do for it?" sero asked

"Probably drills or catching a dummy. Something easy," Kirishima offered. I blinked, thinking back to my original second day. Me and Momo vs. Denki and Jiro. They couldn't get into the room since Momo sealed us in, but Denki tazed us, so we still lost. Annoyingly enough, what I remember from that game was mostly staring at Momo's ass before lightning cooked us.

What was really annoying was that my hair works like rubber. If I had focused one minute on shit beside girls and had used my god damn head, I would have been more ..well, not fine, but a little better off than the fuckucopia I became.

"You alright Mineta?" Denki asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You're killing your plate." Looking down, I noticed my fork tips had started to bend with the amount of force I was stabbing the plate with. Shaking my head, I continued to eat, careful not to stab my mouth.

"Sorry, annoying and worthless thoughts came to my mind," I muttered around a mouthful of pasta.

"Is that why you're so mad all the time?" Bakugo asked with a grin. "You get pissed off by your own stupid thoughts?"

"So do you just always choose violence or is it because I nearly kicked your ass this morning?"

"You didn't kick anything grapstain!" The explosion hero snaps at me before going back to his food. Right before I can pick up my slice of pizza he starts talking again "Hey who taught you how to fight?" I raised an eyebrow at Bakugo, briefly looking around as if I could physically see where the hell that question had come from.

"What makes you think I can fight?"

"The way you moved," He looked me up and down, "At first I thought you were….damn it, the American dog that's very small yet barks the loudest."

"A Chihuahua?" Some would compare us both to that dog, me for the size and him for the attitude.

"Yeah, that. I thought you were all bark and no bite."

"And now." I leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I used any real combat. I basically jumped and went for the eyes. It's a bit much to assume that I know how to fight."

"Your eyes." He points to his own as if I didn't know about the organs. "The look on your face when you came at me. You've been in a fight before and a lot of them."

"So have I." Kirishima pointed out. "I assume most people deciding to go into a hero course have been in a fight or two."

"He meant a real fight, not training, though I do disagree with him." I waved a hand at the table behind us. "I don't know if any of the girls have been in a fight before, and I can't fathom Koda fighting a lot." Which was a shame, since he was apparently stronger than freaking Jurota when he tried. He had found that out the hard way, with two broken bones and bruises, but he made sure Koda wouldn't be saying anything for a couple months. "But to answer your question, yes, I've been in street fights."

"Didn't see you as a brawler," Sero admitted. "You don't seem like the type to like fighting."

"It's less of a want and more of a requirement." At his look of confusion, I thought of a different approach. "Ever heard of the honey badger?"

"What?"

"The honey badger." At the boys' look, I pull up a picture on my phone and show it to them. "It can be found in southwest Asia and Africa."

"Pretty small," Denki said.

"Yep, just like me. And also just like me, they absolutely wreck anything that even thinks to mess with them."

"They don't look so tough," Bakugo said.

"Watch some of the videos." After a couple clicks, the four of us were watching a montage of a honey badger making most animals in Africa its bitch. "Notice anything, Sero?"

"What?"

"It's not the biggest or strongest, and yet everyone is scared of the thing. Do you know why?"

"It's a fighter."

"Bingo. The honey badger fights the hardest. It doesn't matter if the person is stronger, bigger, venomous, or anything like that. The honey badger doesn't care; it will attack the thing until it has run them off or has died."

"Are you calling yourself a honey badger?"

"In a way I do believe I have the drive to throw away my very being in completing a goal." Sero shuffled a bit at that statement. I guess he remembered me and Momo's conversation on the same subject yesterday. "Do you know why it's like that, Sero?"

"Uh no?"

"Do you know how to get to the point?" Bakugo asked.

I considered the fact that I was rambling a bit and was gonna start rambling some more as a fuck you to Bakugo. "Simple. If the honey badger didn't make everyone fear it, then it would be food for almost every predator on the continent." The other three were thinking about my statement, but Bakugo looked like he was about to hit me so I started to summarize. "Both in nature and civilization there is a rule that a predator will go after weaker prey. If you can make yourself not worth it they will leave you alone. The same way a predator can't afford to be hurt in the wild, a bully can't afford to be humiliated in civilisation."

"So that's why you run your mouth at everyone?" Bakugo smirked.

"Not just my mouth, or else I'd just be a smartass. Cashing checks with my mouth that my body can't pay just makes the bullies want to hurt me more. If a bully wants to take my rations, then he better expect a fight every single day." I stab my fork into my food and bring it to my mouth enjoying the food before continuing "Bullies don't like people that fight back…well, most don't. If you keep fighting them, they're gonna look for one that isn't as much of a problem or come to respect you."

"Rations?" Sero asked.

"Did you win?" Denki asked.

"That's not the type of fight you just… win. It's something you have to deal with everyday." Thinking back on my life, I feel like the Gray Academy taught me more about the world and myself than I learned anywhere else. Honestly, if I had had that creed back in middle school, the bullies would have probably left me alone at some point. Instead, I used my perviness to get the bullies to leave me alone.

Bullies run on reputations, if you can do something they can't then that makes them look weak...the fact that most bullies won't chase you into the other gender's bathroom doesn't hurt either . "Since I'm still here, you could say I won, but there was a day where I was left as a bloody mess on the floor. No one wins every fight " At Bakugo's smirk, I feel the need to add. "unless they're fighting people under their weight class that aren't a threat anyway."

"Not my fault that no one can keep up with me." Bakugo grinned down at me, causing my eyes to narrow. I looked around the lunch room, looking for the other classes.

"Him, big blond dude with a huge grin." I pointed at Mirio Togata. "I've heard he's one of the best students at the school. I bet he could give you a run for your money."

"Oh really, want to bet on that?"

"Ah, you're already learning from your betters? I'll take that bet. 50 bucks."

"Anyone else notice that he loves to bet?" Sero pointed out. "And that he is really good at winning? I bet that dude has some type of anti bomb quirk, or his father is a ranger or something."

"Doesn't matter," Bakugo said. "I'll still beat him."

"Why do you use American currency?" Denki asked as Sero tried to convince Bakugo to not pick a fight with someone two years above him. I, on the other hand, hadn't realized that I had been saying American cash. Not sure if that was due to vault damage, or if that was just something I've been doing.

"Sorry, I'm used to using American money more than yen." It wasn't unheard of for some Japanese student's to have a handful of American bills if they're in more tourist- attractive cities. Most knew the conversion rate, so it really didn't cause trouble.

"Dude, picking a fight when someone is eating is so unmanly." Kirishima was holding onto Bakugo's pants, trying to stop the blond kid from stomping towards the older student. Honestly, I would love to watch that fight.

This might be the longest I actually talked to this man. It's kind of fun, honestly! Talking to class A has been surprisingly easy. I wouldn't say I'm calm around them, but when my vault's not damaged, I don't feel like they're gonna attack me. "Calm down, firecracker. You go to the same school. You can catch him when he's done eating."

"Stop calling me that!" The explosion boy snapped at me.

"I'll do it when you remember my name…..wait, do you even remember my name?" I stared at Bakugo as he seemed to freeze for a moment. "For fu- really? Man, what about him?" I pointed to Denki.

"…."

"Him?" I pointed to Kirishima.

"….."

"Really, man?" Even Kirishima was surprised.

"I don't learn the names of extras!" Bakugo snarled.

"We're not a tv show," Sero snapped as an argument started.

My attention was pulled from the spectacle when I noticed class H-K coming in for their lunches. Time to go. Scarfing down the rest of my lunch and the dregs of the shake, I waved bye to the group before moving to the exit.

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Momo yaoyorozu -

"Where is he going? Lunch is not even halfway over?" Hakura asked. I lifted my head to see who she was talking abou, blinking as I saw mineta excitedly walk out of the cafeteria.

"He's probably going back to the nurses' office" Mina said, eyes following the grape haired boy before looking to me. "What's wrong with him?"

"Mina!" I gasp in shock.

"You know what I mean!"

"I don't." Uraraka interrupts, taking a seat. She had been sitting with Midoryia and Iida and decided to join the girls for the rest of lunch. "What are you two talking about?"

"Mina thinks something is wrong with mineta." Tyusu states, popping a piece of chicken into her mouth. "Which is kind of bold for her to assume she knows him enough in two days to notice a change"

"I can when the change is so obvious." Mina motions back to where the grape boy had been sitting. "You can't tell me he not different from yesterday."

"He does seem a bit more ..vocal." Ochako points out.

"A little?" Mina scoffed. "Sero and Denki had to force him into a conversation and anyone else that tried to talk to him got a dull stare at worst and snarking reply at best. Oh! Besides me, who got the death stare."

"Death stare?"" I asked, surprised. While it was true Mineta was a little rough around the edges he seemed fine with keeping all arguments verbal. at least until today. "Are you sure?"

"Come on, I cant be the only one!" Ashido looks at the group, only getting blank looks. "Any time he looks at me his eyes narrow for a moment."

"Not much of a death stare." Tsuyu comments.

"It is when he spends the rest of the time not paying attention to anyone!" Mina groans. "Seriously. He barely talks to anyone in class and he always has this.." She snapped her fingers as she tried to figure out the right word. "Resting calm face when he talks to most of the class, but when he looks at me he looks like I stole his candy bar or somthing and with someone that usually shows no emotion on their face thats alot ..really I'm the only one?" I blink when Jiro frowned for a moment before raising a hand.

"I may have experience something like that as well but I wouldn't call it a glare he just seems to frown when I talk to Denki"

"Oh." Mina asked, a smile going over her face, forgetting her complaints instantly. "You think he's jealous?" Jiro's eyes widen and she shakes her head.

"Why would he be jealous, I'm not dating the idiot"

"Is Mineta gay?" Uraraka asked.

"Sero seems to think so." Mina shrugs. "I honestly don't know, I can't read him enough to tell"

"Maybe that's why he acts differently around you." Uraraka points to where Denki is eating with Sero and Kirishima "Maybe he thinks you guys are trying to hook up with Denki."

"Well its better then him hating me for no reason." Mina mused. "Then shouldn't he be glaring at Jiro then? i'm not the one flirting with him!"

"I'm not flirting with Denki either!"Jiro objects

"I don't think he's gay." Tsuyu says. "Maybe he just doesn't like you Mina."

"And why not? We've known each other for two days and I'm a very likable person"

"Well you two seem the most antagonistic to him." I pointed out "He was quick to not like Bakugo."

"Bakugo has the personality of a woodchipper. The fact that he has made more friends than Mineta astonishes me."

"The only people he's nice to are Denki and Sero." Jiro states finishing her drink. "Pretty sure if they had tried to stop him during his little freak out he wouldn't have even touched them, yet he nearly breaks Midoriya's finger and doesn't even get in trouble."

"Think the teachers are going easy on him?" I ask. "Thinking back, most of the teachers had taken Mineta's snark in stride, but that didn't seem like enough to tell if he getting special treatment."

"Aziawa isn't. The other teacher was at worst testing him, since he was showing off. Only Cementoss really let him off the hook."

"What was that anyway?" Mina cut in. "Wasn't any panic attack that I've seen before, he seemed way too lucid."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't seem like he was panicking, he was able to talk just fine when the teacher came in and seemed completely cognitive during it". Mina rubs her chin " Think he was faking it?"

"Why would he do that?" I scoff at the notion.

"I don't know, a chance to attack Bakugo? Plus if it was a panic attack what triggered it?"

"I think that was Shoto." Hakuga stated, causing me to shiver. The white and red haired boy hadn't been antagonistic, but was paying a lot of attention to the grape hair boy once the subject of their family came up. He hadn't said anything mean to Mineta but I could feel the ice user's eyes on Mineta's back and felt uncomfortable for him. I can't imagine how it must of felt when it was directed at you. On second thought, Mineta sort of does the same thing to the rest of the class. I said as much to the girls.

"So he just glares at everyone?" Urakaka asks, looking up as if she was trying to think of any interaction with the short student.

"He doesn't glare or anything." I corrected. "He just has an intimidating resting face." I dont know why I was bothering to defend Mineta. He wasn't exactly the nicest person but he seemed to have something good in him.

"Not sure if it's just that." Tsuyu says in the silence. "When I caught him during the dash, he seemed to be too nervous to look at me or be touched by me. He had a look like the one you were talking about, then he didn't even want to talk to me. He mostly focused on Denki and"- the frog girl points at me which got the rest of the girls to look at me.

"Mineta does seem to be the most comfortable with you Yaoyorozu." Mina's golden eyes latched onto me like a cat. "I think shorty has a crush."

"I honestly doubt it." I wave my hand, dispelling the thought. "Can we stop talking about Mineta please? He's probably just going to the nurse to handle his headache."

Mineta Minoru-

"While the cats are away, the mice get to play." I smiled as I walked into the hero support workshop. I breathed in deeply, already familiarizing myself with the smell of oil and metal. Looking around to make sure there weren't any cameras, I gave the room a quick look over. It had all a younger inventor could ask for: drills, blades, wires, material, and a high-tech 3d printer, which was just what I needed.

I nearly skipped over to the machine, admiring it with a whistle. "Well hello there, beautiful." I said, feeling the cover of the machine and resisting the urge to open it up and tinker with it. "Why don't you and I make something beautiful, hmm?" I snickered while tapping on the screen, only to get a message in red letters. "Password required, huh?" I frowned at the screen before walking around the classroom, looking over different notebooks and folders that were left in the open as the kids went to eat.

"Ah, there we are." I took a picture of the passwords for the machines and links so the class could download some of the programs for their personal computers as well. I went back to the machine and logged in.

Alright, so I've got 30 minutes. Not enough to make anything, but I can make some designs for stuff I want to make later. Better make them safe, just in case this thing has alarms or alerts. I can't imagine the school would let a machine design a gun in the school, especially with the weak security on it. Wasn't like I needed any weapons..at the moment, at least. As much fun as it would be to let my creativity go wild, I didn't have the time. Rubbing my chin, I went through my memories for something I could remember well enough to copy fast and that would be safe but still useful….that could work.

Going into design mode, I started to recreate a 3D fabricator that I had helped Eero design in our second year of the Gray Academy. Me and the Finnish boy had stayed up the three whole nights working on those things. The original ones were the size of cars and he used them to mass produce his mechanical armor that he loved to fight with. He also used them to make me awesome weapons, which was fair because I helped him make the design for the things in the first place, two days before the freaking project was due as well I might add.

Shrinking the design down was hard enough, but I also had to deal with another problem.

"Freaking come on, it's not even a decade ahead!" The machine gave me a dark beeping sound, implying that the part I wanted was impossible, even though I knew it wasn't impossible since I made it before, nearly a decade in the future. Makes sense in a way. Hero academies are really the main technology advancement in this quirk dependent world, but even they focus on tech that works with quirks more than just tech.

The Gray Academy, on the other hand, might be the other way around. Hell, class A was mostly quirkless or considered useless quirks that fought in with discount halo style armor . I'm not a certifiable genius like Eero but I've been around enough of them to pick up some things .

Dumb it down, dumb it down quick! Checking the clock, I hissed. 15 minutes. Yeah, not gonna have time to work on anything else today. Sighing, I decided to alter the design some more, making it so that pieces could be added and removed to make the printer bigger and smaller when needed. 7 minutes later, I finished the design and downloaded it.

Honestly, it came out well for a rush job. It was a mixture of an UA and Eero designed with a little bit of my own designed filter into it. Taking a flashdrive from the pile on the teacher's desk, I transferred the design to it. Time to bounce like tities . Turning away from the machine, I made it 3 steps before tripping on something round. Goddamn geniuses can't pick up after themselves!

Tilting my head just enough to not smash my forehead on the desk, I even managed to catch myself on the edge. Unfortunately, that sent something on the edge of the table sailing into the air. "Oh, come on!" Pulling myself up, I leaped to the left, grabbing the item before it could hit the ground, rolling and bringing the item close to my chest.

I barely had a moment to sigh in relief before I heard a distinct click and then felt whatever was in my hand heat up and start to give off steam. Looking down at the device, I hissed. "A rocket boot!? It's the first day of class!" I'm supposed to be in and out without a trace. An explosion or room fire will leave exactly that.

Grabbing a screwdriver from the closest table, I hissed at the steem burning my finger as I pulled the device compartment open. "Don't blow up, don't blow up, don't blow up—" grabbing the fluid capsule, I threw it behind me, not even bothering to listen if it splashed or not. I was more worried about the still heating up boot. Rushing forward, I tossed the boot between my hands before I dunked the device into cooling liquid kept in the room for just this reason.

The liquid should be an insulator, so no fear of getting shocked. Sighing in relief, I pulled my hands out to inspect them. The skin was a little red, but if it was worse than first degree burns, I'd be surprised.

"My baby!"

God- laka-damnit. Turning my head, I didn't even have a moment to try and dodge as Mei Hatsume slammed into me to get to her "babies," or rather her chest slammed into my head. Now you're probably assuming some sort of lucky pervert situation where her boobs brush into my face…no, that shit only happened to lucky people like Midoriya. Also one thing that anime didn't explain was how much it hurts when a human body flies into you, even if it was the softer part of the body. I barely got a moment to register said softness before bouncing off her softness and landing back head first into the table which was rather not soft.

"Gah damn," I cursed, attempting to roll on the ground, but hissing as I realized my hair had touched the table and was therefore stuck. Can't wait till I can fix that. Disconnecting the orb with a thought, I rubbed my head and glared at Mei, who was fussing over the tub of cooling liquid her baby was dumped in. 8 minutes left and that's maybe 4-5 before more students would start to show up. Time to leave.

Grabbing the hair ball stuck to the table, I worked my finger around it till I could disconnect it and place it back onto my head, slightly behind the one that took its place. It stuck on with no problem, a trick I learned in second year. It actually was how I changed my hairstyle before I learned how to grow it the way I wanted. A hand grabbing my chest distracted me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mei yelled as she hoisted me up, lifting me so that we were the same height, which means my feet were way off the damn ground. I guess working as a mechanic gave her a good workout. "What did you do to my baby!? Why would you do that to someone else's baby?"

"Why would I rip the fuel out of a baby and dump it in cooling fluid before it set the place on fire?" I pondered that for a moment. "To stop it from setting the place on fire or exploding because the baby's mom made it wrong?" Mei apparently didn't like that, because she started to shake me. "You think it's funny to go messing with other people's babies!?"

"Not particularly," I warbled out.

"Then why would you go messing with other people's babies!" She upped the shaking. "And what class are you even in? I don't recognize you!"

"I'm in one of the other classes. Needed to do something on the machine. STOP SHAKING ME already!" Wrapping my legs around her arm, I wrenched her thumb open, forcing her to release me. Landing on my feet, I stumbled before straightening my shirt and catching my breath. "Look, I'm sorry about your boo-baby, but think of it this way the thing was faulty the first time you used it anyway. I wave my hand at the boot. "The fluid storage was faulty, and you could try making the outside of it a material that doesn't heat up so quickly, as well as making you ignition way too powerful, and those were just the main thi-"

This time, Hatsume came down to me, squatting in front of me so she could look me in the face. I leaned back surprised. I don't know how it is for other short people, but this can be a hit or a miss. Example, when Wendy did it, she was being nice. When Anosova did it for… different reasons spanning around from fucking around to pissing me off.

"I'm sorry, did you just say one of my precious babies was faulty?" Her yellow narrowed on me.

"Well it suffered a light drop and started to heat up and would have possibly exploded if I hadn't removed the fuel so ...yes" her eyes narrowed and I raised an arm slightly, half expecting her to strike me.

"And how did they suffer this extreme drop?"

"It was a light drop and that's not important." she took a step forward getting into my personal space. I narrowed my eyes. oh you're trying to intimate me? I take a step forward, closing the difference between us and staring into her eyes .

Not sure if you can tell with them being connected to this muppet of a body but my eyes can be intense when I want. Pitch black pits that show just a little bit of the twisted thing that called my soul.

Knowing that, you can imagine my surprise when Hatsume didn't even flinch, leaning forward till our foreheads touched with her yellow eyes literally enhancing it so she could stare into mine more intently. "I disagree,"She says as her breath flows into my face. Was…was she always like this? I Didn't really talk to Hatume in my past life but I did know she was dismissive of personal space. I narrowed my eyes at her, perfectly willing to have a staring match… till my eyes drifted slightly lower and noticed something. God damnit eyes! I rip my eyes back up but my body was suddenly all too aware of the attractive female touching me and was more than willing to let me know about it. Stop it stop it damn it fuck I hate this body and fuck Hatesume with her big boobs and nice smelling hair aaarrrgggg damnit. Thankfully before I could fully panic, my eyes, which I was desperately trying to pull off the pink hair girl, locked on the clock reminding me I was on a time limit.

"Well I got to go to class, sorry about your boot, but hey now you can make it even better!" I took a step back and blinked when I saw a flash of glee in her eyes. She was gloating. "I'm not backing off because you scared me." She raises an eyebrow mockingly and I curse to myself as my mouth once again is running some bullshit. "It's not because you're hot either ..wait no I dont think your hot I was ..you see i….screw it i'm just gonna leave I got class." Thoroughly ingesting my foot I was left glaring at Hatume for a moment before turning to head to the door.

"Oh? Do you have Snipe for heroics?" She asked, placing the drowned boot on the table.

"No I think my class has All M-" I stopped myself but it was already too late. fuck she got me Heroics are only for the A-C class, meaning she knows I'm not a support class. I blame the vault damage for making me so sloppy.

"Now what a heroic student doing in the support class?" Hatsume shimmied forward so she could properly invade my personal space again.

"I don't think that's any of your business" I say, my eyes drifting to the clock. "Look. We'll talk later, I got to go."

"Oh no you don't! You have to explain that to the teacher." She points to the wall which was still dripping with a flammable liquid.

"I mean you would have had to explain it yourself when you tested it." I moved over to the table I had slammed into taking the remaining boot and showing it to her. "Why the hell are you using combustible fluid for shoes anyway? Use compress air, or hell, magnetic force would have been better! How many heroes can deal with rockets on their legs? You'll wreck their knees."

"First of all, I'm not gonna let a student not in hero support class tell me how to make hero support gear, and if you must know it's supposed to work with a jetpack an- Hey! What are you doing?!" She shrieks as I pry open the back of the boot with a screwdriver from the table.

"Showing you something." I say, giving the boot a solid whack on the table instantly earning a click sound followed by steam. Putting it on the metal table I point to the rapidly heating shoe "The second the user did a hard landing you coo their feet or blow them off." Flicking out the fuel with the screwdriver before it could go off. "You also might want to make it with three nozzles, one on the heel to give the person more direction and two on the bottom of the shoe for better control." I threw her the fuel bag "Also you might want to use a copper alloy for this part, or at least not gold." I handed the screwdriver over to the fuming student, satisfied at getting a little payback. From what I remember of her, she is not one to shy away from failure. I guess she is just snippy that a student she doesn't know is telling her everything wrong with her stuff. Oh well, she'll get over it and grow for it, becoming one of the best inventors in Japan. "Well I'll see you later I got to" I paused checking my pocket and noticed the flashdrive wasn't there looking around. I see it between me and Hatsume. Sadly she noticed it as well and I see her yellow eyes literally zoom in on the flashdrive. Oh come on

"Oh what's this?" She says reaching for it.

I reach it first and grab it. "Nothing." I say, taking a step back when she reaches for it.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." She says, reaching for my hand again. Like almost every other human in existence, she has more reach than me so instead of stretching my arm out I clutch it close to my chest and turn away from her bolting towards the door. What I didn't expect was for her to grab the back of my shirt and lift me up.

"You rip my shirt, you buy it!"

"What are you hiding, whatever-your-name-is!" She asks, turning me so her other hand could try to force my hands open.

"None of your business!" Sticking the flash drive to my hair I reached behind and grabbed her pinky and started to pull it back. After a moment of this she lets go, but before I can run her other hand grabs my leg once more, lifting me off the ground. "Arrrggghhh what is happening right now!?" I growled, grabbing the edge of the table to try and pull myself back to the ground. "Let me leave!"

She lifted me up like I was a prize fish she had just caught, slightly turning me so she could look at the flash drive. I've fought heroes, I've destroyed governments, Ive survived years being hunted by governments, private companies, cartels and everything in between and yet here I am being man handled by a teenage girl. I wonder what Jackson would think… Oh, I know what he would be doing. Shaking his head and laughing his ass off.

I was brought back to earth when Hatsume waved something in my face that I recognized as the screwdriver before she jammed it into my hair. She tried to work it back and forcefully pry the flash drive off but only managed to get that tool stuck as well.

"That's not going to work" I say when she reaches for a knife. "While bladed tools did fair alright on my hair that's only with the non sticky version that I used on grapskin, in this case the knife will just get stuck"

"Would heat do?" She asked, reaching for a blow torch

I squirmed in her grip "Nononono! Do not add extreme heat to my hair! That is not a good idea!"

"You're right." She hums, lifting me high and shaking me up and down as if the drive would drop off "That might damage the drive." It's times like this that I remember why I hate this body. Years of combat experience all beaten by one girl because she can simply lift me up. "So gonna tell me what's on the flashdrive?"

"Let me answer your question with a question."

"What?"

"How are your fingers?" Before she can answer I slam the heel of my other foot into her thumb. She lets out a hiss and drops me. Turning so I landed on my hands and knees I started to rise on my feet before a great weight landed on my back firmly anchoring me to the ground.

"Was that your escape plan?" Hatsume asked and I realized that she had pounced onto my back. "I expected more." She mused as she turned till she was sitting down on my back. Once again another position younger me would kill for and of course my body reacted to the soft feeling of a girl sitting on my back which was annoying because as stated before that problem would probably stay with me for the next couple of hours. How the fuck is she more of a nusence then anyone in my class?. Hissing, I tried to buck her off, which of course did nothing. After about 30 secs of this I sighed and went still hitting the ground twice as if this was a wrestling match and I was tapping out.

"This is an abuse of your power."

"What power? My quirk is not a combat one?"

"You used your size, do you feel good about yourself? Assaulting someone that's a third of your height and mass?"

"You feel ashamed for losing to a girl not in the hero course?" She grinned down at me as I grit my teeth. "You're in the hero course and were sneaking around. I think I was within my rights to stop you." She says while reaching over and grabbing her rocket shoe. As she lifted up I tried to scramble out from under her only to gasp as she responded by slamming her butt onto my spine. She did this maybe three more times until she was certain I wasn't moving. "Want to try that again?"

"Vengeance will swift Hatsume. I wont forgive nor forget this." She narrowed her eyes and lifted herself as if she was gonna start slamming me again. "Parley! I request a parley!"

"What?"

"An agreement! I request we make an agreement!" I briefly considered using my quirk on her but that could get me in trouble. Making something without permission is one thing, attacking another student….for the second time today puts too much attention on me.

"What are you suggesting?" She asked, extending her legs and starting to work on the boots, seemingly comfortable with using another living man as a seat.

"You let me go, you tell no one I was here, and I will let you see what I made and even copy its design so you can use it as well."

"What makes you think I want whatever this thing is?"

"Oh, you will, but if you don't I'll go to the teacher and turn myself in." She seems to think on it, but I didn't really have a lot of time for her to think it out. I don't even want to begin to think of an excuse for this situation if other students walk in. "Look you're a smart girl. I can see that you know that i'm smarter than I look, purely from how I stopped those shoes from exploding, and I bet you already imagining the changes I pointed out and how they will probably be good to test."

"And?" She questions, not even looking at me as she looks at the circuits of the shoes.

"I have an idea to gain sponsors and sell a lot of devices for money. I'll let you be my business partner." Now I had her attention. "Look we can talk after school. My name is Mineta Minoru class 1-A now you can find me. Do we have a deal or not?"

Giving her my name didn't really mean much at this point. Purple headed really short boy is more then enough of a description to find me.

She looked down at me before standing up. "Sure" I sigh in relief "On one condition." Only for it to crawl back in my throat and die. "Compliment my babies.''

I stare at her coming to terms with what she just said. "Are you for real?"

"Yep."

"This is st-" She makes a show of looking at the clock reminding me that I didn't have time for this "Hatsume your boo-" She coughs. "Babies- while not the best in some aspects were amazing in the amount of force they would have given the wearer, as well as stomping power. You are a great inventor." She stared at me for a moment, seeming to think of what else she could get me to do before standing up and going back to her seat without a word. I rose to my feet feeling my back and blinking at the wet feeling. Looking at hatsume I notice she is in mechanics outfit instead of her school outfit. "Is this oil?"

"Most likely. Sorry about that." She didn't sound very sorry at all and seemed more interested in fixing her boots. "Well you were so adamant to leave so get going. I'll find you later" Feeling my eyebrow twitching I glare at her for a moment before leaving the classroom, nearly bumping into a student that had started to walk in. He looked at me for a moment but a loud sparking sound from Mei's shoes quickly took his attention.

I left the hero support class a little annoyed. Scratch that, I was semi raging at that interaction. Getting beaten by a girl wasn't the problem. Getting beaten by a kid was pissing me off. Bastion would be laughing at me right now. I got whooped by a kid, pretty sure the academy would have kicked me out for that. My mind pointed out that I was also a kid which...brought me to a stop for a moment. What do I count as right now? It seemed like the loli argument all over again but unlike that case where the person's body just looks like a kid my body actually is the body of a child including the hormones and all that comes with it.

Then following that disturbing thought that I might not even be the original Mineta Minoru and not in the way you're thinking. Technically I could be the original mineta of this timeline fused with the memories with an older version of himself...in that case what am I? Does that mean I killed the original me? Is the original me in my old body?. This seems like something to look deeper into ...with a bottle of something strong to discuss with. Pushing those thoughts away, I focused on more immediate problems. Alright well I got the design done and I possibly have Mei on my side. This might be a better situation.

I already need someone in the business area, Mei might be helpful on that edge and she will have more time to use the school machines then I will. Also she is just faster at making stuff than me. heroes have the government backing them so while their gear is strong it can be replaced. Both as a villain and at Grey Academy your gear needs to last since you don't know when you can fix it. Most of my earlier inventions as a villain were macgyver type tools, beside my arm. Also the fact that I have experience with her devices mostly because most of the UA hero's started using her items. Also the fact is Mei might have been the best of the support classes to be caught by and make a deal with. I know her enough to guess her ambitions and she didn't fuck me over in my last life enough for me to have any bad experiences with her. Throwing the flashdrive in the air and catching it I grin. The day had its ups and downs, but I'm pretty sure the rest of the day will be smooth saili-.

Man I must be dummy thicc because God couldn't resitice fucking me when he caught me lacking. Rounding the corner I briefly register that two voices are getting closer and stop not wanting to get dragged into more shit. Sadly the shit dragged itself to me on account of one of the voices not looking where they were going and jogging. Before I could back away the bearer of the voice ran into me. Size doesn't matter huh!? I hiss, throwing my feet back and grabbing what I assume to be the stomach of whoever falling on me. I strain my arms and stop the forward momentum of my accident assailant who was waving their arms trying to regain their balance. When we came to a stop my legs were wobbling under most of their weight and we looked like figure skaters right before one of them lifted the other over their head. The only reason this was possible was because the person was on their tippy toes. Even then it was a feat of strength that I didn't expect from this body.

"Heavy." I grunted.

"I'm not heavy! " The owner of the voice stammers. Oh course it a girl I thought bitterly couldn't get with a girl for 15 years, go back in time and their falling all over me.

"As I am the one lifting you I think I can make a more informed response" I looked up to glare at who I was holding up. This was when my vault saw the need to do…something. I let out a gasp and buckled as the feeling of snorting cocaine followed quickly by downing a gallon of pure alcohol in the span of a second hit me. My vision blurs for a second and I strain to see who I was holding up. Star shaped eyes stared down at me filled with indignation.

"Anosova?" I ask in confusion wondering how the hell she got here. Komori Kinokos eyes widened in confusion and surprise as I mentaly slapped myself.

"What did you call me?" At that point my arms gave out causing the mushroom girl to land on top of me. A myriad of thoughts went through my mind. The first one was that this was not Anosova for a lot of reasons, most it being how Anosova was more endowed then Komori. Second was that she smelled sort of like Anosova which was odd since the Russian women hated mushrooms. Now that I get a better smell of it there are distict differences. Anosava smelled a bit like freshly wilted flowers while Komori smells like a type of Golden Chanterelle or something in its family. Did she wear this during the school class reunion? Well it is the first day of school so maybe it's something fancy.

This trail of thought ended with my brain helpfully pointed out that I might have just smelled the hair of a girl drapped ontop of me….FUCK. I don't know who was trying to get away from who the hardest. Once out from under the girl I did, what in my mind, was the smartest move I've done all day. I take a deep breath and wheeze, hitting my chest as if her falling had knocked the air from my chest. Better for her to think I was out of breath from her falling on me then smelling her like a weirdo which hopefully was just a mental thing and not a physical thing. God I hate this body.

"Are you okay?" The person that I assume she had been talking to asked. I played the weezy role for a bit more before nodding.

"Yeah, just got the wind knocked out of me because someone wasn't watching where she was going."

The confused look Komori was giving me disappeared as she put her hands behind her back, her hair returning to cover her eyes. "I'm sorry." She mutters, tapping her fingers together before her eyes trailed towards my head. "Why is there a screwdriver in your head?"

"Surprised you can see that with the curtain of hair across your face." Seriously I never understood why you hid your face all the time, your face was much too pretty to hide.

The soon to be mushroom girl jerked in surprise, a blush forming on the bit of her cheeks I could see. Took me a moment to figure out what just happened and my eyes widened as I realized it.

"I just said that out loud didn't I?"

Kinoko didn't seem to know what to say, she was, I assume, staring at me but her hair was in the way. Somehow not knowing seeing her was more uncomfortable than seeing her.

"Please pretend I didn't just put my foot in my mouth for the seventh time today." I replied, rubbing my head. It wasn't as bad as Midnight, but let's leave before I say anything else. "Oh look at the time." I say lifting up my wrist that had no watch "Time to get to class, watch where you're going next time see you later." Jogging around the her I nearly ran into the legs of Ibara Shiozaki who must have been who Kinoko was talking to.

"Nice legs" I say offhanded before cursing under my breath. "Ignore that!"

"Wait!" Kinoko calls, but I was way past that waving behind me as I began springing down the hallway.

Denki Kaminari -

"I don't know man, they seems like roided out skunks." Sero said as we made our way back to class.

"No way I bet a honey badger could beat a Tasmanian devil." After Mineta had left I had kept looking up interesting animals. After Bakugo and Kirishima went off Sero decided to hang with me and we've been seeing what animals could beat the other. "Alright what about ape vs bear?"

"Apes are almost as smart as humans, right?" Sero rubbed his chin thinking about it. "If it can throw a rock or something maybe, if not I think the bear could win."

"Rhino vs bear?"

"Rino no question. It would make that thing into a kebab." With that we entered the classroom to discover most of the class had already made it back. The girls seemed to be talking as a group while Ojiro, Midoriya, and Iida seemed to be talking about some type of battle. The rest of the class seemed to be doing their own thing, that was to say, all except Todoroki who was making his way to us.

"You need something man?" Sero asks as the scarred boy stops in front of us.

"Do you know where Mineta is" He asked blunty.

"Sorry man, he left us at lunch and we haven't seen him since." From the girl group Mina snorted and grumbled something. I narrowed my eyes before letting it go. Mineta and Mina seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, but it's the second day so nothing to worry about there.

"Why do you want to talk to Mineta?" Sero asked.

"Just some questions I want to ask him." Todoroki responded. We waited for him to continue but after a moment he walked away, showing that he was done talking. Sharing a glance with Sero I shrug and go to my seat.

"You think Mineta all right?" Sero asked, making it to his seat. "He's been kind of off today."

"Yeah." I replied, but I thought off isn't the word I use pissed off is better. It seemed the short boy had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and decided to make it the class's problem. Most of the class seemed willing to let it slide but a couple seemed to be holding a grudge. One of which would be Mina. The pink-haired girl had been shooting the short boy a couple light glares, which is understandable because Mineta had been hitting her with passive aggressive remarks the whole day. "You think we should talk to him about it?"

"No. I mean he's been having headache all day, he might just be having a bad day. Let's see how he is later and then if needed we will step in or you will step in "

"What?"

"Well he sweet on you he'll listen to you."

"He's not sweet on me!" I hiss at the tape wielding boy. "If anything he's sweet on Yaoyorozu like any boy is!" The girl in question looked in our direction no doubt hearing her name. Sero looked at his phone while I found something cool on my pencil to study. Once she had looked away I continued. "Like seriously, he's dismissive or passive aggressive to every girl besides her ..and maybe Asui. I'm pretty sure it a crush."

"Possible, but I'm still betting on you…wait, are we seriously talking about another dude's relationship when he's not even here?" I stopped, considering the truth of Sero words and sighed, considering this point and how sad it was.

"So any girl you like?" Sero nods, accepting the the change of discussion.

"Not yet, but that pink hair we saw from class A-2 seemed cute. What about you?"

"I'm kinda digging Uraraka" I motioned to the bubbly girl who was currently floating a pencil and flicking it to Tsu who replied in kind.

"Gonna ask her out?" Sero asks.

"Yeah after school maybe, go to the arcade or something"

Sero's response was cut off as Shoji entered the class…with mineta on his back looking a little worse for wear. Mineta hadn't looked his best today but now he looked like he wanted to smash his head through the wall. He had changed his school uniform with one that was maybe three sizes too big. He also had a screwdriver or something stuck in his hair and had just finished popping one of his pills into his mouth. His eye was twitching and he seemed just done.

"What happened to you?" I asked, watching him thank Shoji and jump off his back.

"What makes you think something happened?" I blink at him slightly offended. I wouldn't say I was the smartest person in the class but I think even a blind dog could tell that he was having a bad day. Mineta seems to have realized that because he sighed ."Okay stuff happened. To simplify, got caught up in a mishap with the support class, got covered in oil, then bumped into someone that brought back complicated feelings and, then after that I slipped while walking down the stairs and wiped out. Shoji found me, peeled me off the floor and took me to the nurse where I got a shirt 3 sizes too big and a kiss to fix my tongue which I had nearly chewed off." As I digested that slight tirade Sero asked the important question.

"Someone that brought complicated feelings, eh?" Mineta stared at him and then sighed.

"Not in the way your thinking."

"Was she an ex?"

"What makes you think it was her? We been over this."

"Were they an ex?" Mineta's finger twitched on the desk, which Sero took as blood in the water "What are they like? How long were you dating?"

"We weren't dating we were… I don't know what we were." Mineta seem to wilt a bit at that statement before he looked at Sero and narrowed his eyes. "It's time to drop this line."

"Come on man, we're just messing with ya." Sero jerked mineta by his shoulder, trying to shake the boy from his foul mood. It didn't seem to work until I asked what he thought would win a chimpanzee or a hyena.

"Hyena."

"Really? But like, aren't chimps like the smartest thing next to us?"

"Yes, but Hyena's are nasty little buggers, they're also dicks in both sense of the word."

"What do you mean by that?" Sero asked.

"Both genders have dicks and that they're just huge jerks in the animal kingdom." Sero seemed to pause on that answer, but I beat him before he could ask any question.

"Wait if the girls have dicks-" The girls of class A turn to look at me ..I felt a wave of heat rush to my cheeks at their bewildered faces.

"We're talking about animals!" Sero says, saving me. Mineta, for his help, snickers as the girls stare at us for a moment more before going back to their talks.

"I hate you."

"Not my fault you talk so loud and to answer your question; yes the girls have dicks, yes the baby comes out of it when they give birth."

"How…how does that work?"

"Very painfully I imagine." All three of us looked at each other before sharing a universal shiver.

Mineta Minoru-

I leaned back watching Koda show Denki and Sero a video of dolphins swimming in a tornado pattern around some divers. The quiet kid had started to get invested in our conversation when he noticed we were talking about animals, but he didn't get involved util I started bad mouthing dolphins. Which I wont be taken back no matter how many videos he shows because some of them can be freaking aholes like any other living being in the universe. After a while it went from what animals do messed up things to check out these animals facts. Koda was another being that I was cool with in my past life…beside the aforementioned surprise ass whooping he gave me but I got him back and he never talked shit so we're cool.

"I needed this, today was a little too stressful."

"This is you stressed?" Sero asked. "I hate to see you freaking out."

"You already did see that, anyway what classes do we have next?"

"You would know if you checked your planner during homeroom instead of snapping at the teacher." Jirou sniped at me from her seat. I stared at her for a moment, considering throwing my eraser at her before sighing and sinking deeper in my desk.

"Denki dear do you know?"

"Please don't call me dear." He replied, shooting Sero a look before checking his notebook. "Oh alright, next is heroics which is basically our gym, then social science and finally moral studies."

"Hhmm moral studies that could be fun."

"Why would that be fun it's just learning how to be a good person." Mina asked. Apparently everyone was listening in. "It's basically common facts of not being a jerk."

"It could be interesting. This is a hero class after all." Sero takes control of the conversation as I was busy deciding whether or not to ignore the pink hair girl. Honestly, moral studies seems interesting, though mostly in a sense that I'm planning to make it my school life mission to counterpoint as many lessons they come up with in that class. Ignoring my time being a villain, my time at the GA taught me plenty about the violently rotating and fluctuating storm of clouds that makes up the morality grayscale.

Japan is good in a lot of ways, don't get me wrong, but it's hero laws and its….eh for lack of a better word blind trust in its government has caused some problems, one of which was me. As long as I'm stuck here I might as well try to make it a better place.

I really do need to sit down and figure out what I want with this life. Live good is a good start, but what exactly is my plan?. My little introspection earlier had reminded me that I don't really have a day to day plan. Some would say this is fair since its my second day back in the past but something need to be done or else I'll get complacent. The fact that I didn't check the vault earlier is an example of this. If I had checked it the hour I came back I probably would've noticed the damage it had earlier and dealt with it before it became what it was.

On that point the next big thing I need to think about today is the hero vs villians thing which I'm ..slightly concerned for and yet not. Mei's actions painfully reminded me that no matter how much training I have my mind and body don't have the mucal memory, or just plain muscles, for me to fight like I normally would, which means I will be focusing mostly on quirks for earlier combat. Which is also annoying since my quirk is also back to its weakest state. I know I shouldn't complain about getting a second chance at life, but this is like getting a gun in your first life and then for the next one getting a pair of chopsticks. I guess I got greedy having a not sucky combat quirk.

Anyway unless I go against the four kings of class 1-A: Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Fumikage then I think I can take the rest of the class one on one if I catch them in ambushes which in the building filled with empty rooms will be easy enough. Some wild cards like Jiro or Shoji will need more complicated plans. I would have liked to make a more focused plan. The problem with that is that unless the match is picked by the QA test, in which case by ranking where I went from 19 to 15 and thus should take Sero's place with Kirishima and take on Tsuyu and fumikage. It probably means the matches will be picked randomly which is good because I don't know what caused the vault damage and even reseted and with the memories locked I don't want to test it .

Alright so including Momo there are three students in the class I would find …extremely distasteful to fight with or against. That means I have a 95% chance to not get one of them and even if I did get them the odds that I get someone that I can throw at them and ignore them for the fight is higher than not. Even if I get someone I can't stand, I can just throw myself into the fight, win or lose. It's not like this test is being graded, and even if it is, my written scores will make up for it. As I watched the symbol of peace open the door with the iconic phrase..

I tried to squash the uneasy feeling in my chest. Besides a few bumps in the road everything today seemed to be going easy for me, even good. If there is one thing that is rare in my life it's things going good. As I rubbed my head I briefly went over all the good times in my life and how most of them were quickly followed by bad times. I kept telling myself that as the symbol of peace whooshed himself into our classroom.

chap 8 is 2/5 of the way done. But with spring break coming out I might finish it before the end of this month not making any promises just putting it out there. Also plz leave reviews on your thoughts of the chapter things that you like things you didn't I like hearing your thoughts on my story and knowing what the audience thinks helps me plan my next step.

Also, check out fellow writer Toad King and his own mineta story Wrath of Grapes