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I strolled through the city, the bustling streets of Musutafu alive with energy. The locals were all smiles, some glancing my way, probably trying to figure out if I was some new pro hero. I kept my head low, not drawing attention to myself—at least, not too much. This world was still fresh to me, but it was obvious that the people here were much more optimistic than in the other dimensions I'd been to. I nodded at a couple of kids who were running around in All Might shirts, and for a brief moment, I felt like an outsider watching someone else's life through a TV screen. They were completely unaware of the darker sides of this world. Lucky them.

As I wandered the streets, my focus wasn't on the buildings or the shiny hero merchandise stands. I was here for something else: figuring out exactly where I had landed in the timeline. The posters and ads plastered everywhere gave me clues—ads for the UA Sports Festival, a few pro heroes I didn't recognize—yep, still far from the starting plot. This was somewhere in the early years before Izuku Midoriya even enrolled in UA, though not too far off from the core of the series. The atmosphere felt hopeful, almost naïve, like the world hadn't quite been punched in the gut yet. Good. That meant I still had time to figure things out before the main story began.

I eventually found myself at a fast-food joint, grabbing a seat near the back, away from the windows. A greasy burger and fries sat in front of me, and while the food wasn't the best, I'd definitely had worse. As I ate, I went over my binding vows again, mentally reviewing each one and its annoying restrictions. Eternal Gaze Shackle meant I could only copy abilities if I survived an attack first, and yeah, that sounded like the fastest way to get myself killed if I wasn't careful. Shikigami's Bargain let me summon characters as shikigamis, but the risk of those characters having free will was a headache waiting to happen. It's like inviting chaos to dinner and hoping it doesn't wreck the place.

Taking a bite of my burger, I made a mental note: no quirks for me, at least not unless I summon a shikigami version of people with them. Which, yeah, is a massive pain. I won't lie, the idea of summoning someone like Endeavor as a shikigami and hoping he doesn't burn me alive made my stomach flip. And if I start copying quirks directly? Well, that's a one-way ticket to having someone like All Might thinking I'm some quirk-stealing villain. God, I don't need that kind of heat. I could already see it—me, using a bunch of different quirks, and All Might giving me that look like I'm All For One's distant cousin or something. Hell no. I'd rather just stick to my shikigami curse techniques for now. At least with them, I can control the chaos a bit better.

I finished my meal, wiping my hands with a napkin and throwing it into the trash. The city was still alive with activity outside, so I decided to do more sightseeing. There was something about this world that felt...clean. Pure, almost. It was weird seeing a dimension that hadn't completely spiraled into darkness. Maybe that's why I couldn't help but think about Nana Shimura. If only I had arrived earlier—way earlier—before everything went downhill with her. Who knows? Maybe I could've changed things...or, well, hooked up with her. Not that I'm gonna dwell on it. Plenty of other adult female heroes to focus on.

I pulled out my phone, opening a note app, and started listing out names. Midnight was the first on the list. I mean, who wouldn't? Then there was Mt. Lady, though she was still early in her career here. Ryukyu, Mirko—yeah, Mirko. I paused for a moment, smirking to myself. Plenty of options. The My Hero fandom sure loved these heroes, and well, who am I to argue with popular opinion? The real question was, who do I approach first?

Just as I was deep in thought about my upcoming "hero interactions," I bumped into someone. Hard. I turned quickly, ready to apologize, and then froze. It wasn't some random person I'd knocked into. It was a kid—a small girl, to be precise. And not just any girl. Big red eyes looked up at me from under a mess of white hair. Her face was pale, almost too pale, with a tired expression that didn't match the youthful innocence of her age. Eri. It was Eri.

Shit. Of all the people I could've run into.

As I stared down at Eri, my mind raced. The alleyway where I had bumped into her was eerily quiet now, except for the muffled sounds of the city beyond. The little girl's presence here was no coincidence. Had I somehow slipped into a part of the timeline I wasn't supposed to be in? I remembered Kai Chisaki and his connection to Eri. Was he and the rest of Shie Hassaikai searching for her? I felt a jolt of panic. If they were, I might have just stumbled into a mess I wasn't prepared for. My thoughts spiraled—was this what my careless wandering had brought me to?

I snapped out of my thoughts as Eri's breathing grew shallow, her eyes darting around. It took me a moment to realize she was in a full-blown panic attack, her tiny frame shaking uncontrollably. The gravity of the situation hit me hard. It wasn't just Chisaki's potential presence that was worrying; it was the fact that I was so deep in my thoughts, I had missed the girl's fear escalating. Before I could react, a male voice cut through my mental chaos. "Thank you for finding my daughter."

I turned sharply to see the man approaching us. It took me only a second to recognize him. It was Kai Chisaki himself. The sight of him made my blood run cold. Of course, it had to be him. The timing couldn't have been worse. My mind churned over the dilemma: Should I let the plot unfold as it was meant to, or should I intervene? If I intervened, I might be risking exposure, but if I did nothing, Eri could be in grave danger.

Chisaki's eyes were fixed on Eri, who was clearly terrified. She looked up at him with a mix of dread and pleading. "Please, help me," she whispered, her voice trembling. Seeing her so scared, I felt a pang of guilt. Was I really going to stand by and let this happen? Could I really face my own mother if I left this little girl to fend for herself? My own selfishness was gnawing at me.

I clenched my fists, wrestling with the decision. I had always considered myself a protector, someone who steps in when it's needed. Yet, here I was, frozen by the complexity of my situation. Chisaki's command to Eri to "come back" snapped me back to reality. It was time to make a choice. I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Is Eri really your daughter?" I needed to confirm this before taking any action. Chisaki's gaze shifted to me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yes," he replied curtly. "She's my daughter. Why do you ask?" His tone was cold and calculating, but his focus was still on Eri, who flinched at the sound of his voice.

I stared back at him, my expression stony. "I'm asking because you don't seem very reassuring," I said, forcing a neutral tone. "She looks terrified. Are you sure you're the one she should be with?" The question hung in the air, thick with tension.

Chisaki's gaze hardened. "What's it to you? This is none of your business." He took a step closer to Eri, who instinctively shrank back.

My internal conflict was raging, but I knew I had to act. Leaving Eri with Chisaki wasn't an option. Not with the fear so evident in her eyes. "Maybe it's not my business," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline pumping through me. "But if you're really her father, then you should prove it. Otherwise, I can't let you take her."

Wait. A thought suddenly hit me like a slap to the face. This was the My Hero Academia universe. Quirks weren't connected to curse energy; they weren't bound by the same rules as the techniques in the world I came from. That meant my passive ability to copy techniques by sight wasn't going to overload my brain here. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was completely unrestrained. I could breathe. There were no limits holding me back from using my curse techniques to their full potential—no constant threat of losing control and being torn apart by the abilities I'd accumulated. I could go all out—no bindings, no restrictions. The realization made my fingers twitch in anticipation.

A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth as I considered testing out my curse techniques right here, right now. No need to play it safe, no need to hold back. For a moment, I thought back to when I was eleven. Sparring with Satoru Gojo, a memory that was both frustrating and weirdly nostalgic. The two of us were out in the training grounds, my body aching from dodging his relentless attacks. He had that smirk on his face—the one that made me want to punch him—when he said, "You know, Kazuya, if you weren't such a scared little cat, your curse technique would be downright terrifying."

I snapped back at him, still trying to catch my breath. "I'm eleven, you idiot!" I could still hear the annoyance in my voice, high-pitched and cracking. Satoru just laughed, as if that was exactly the reaction he wanted. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he said, waving me off. "But you're not like the other eleven-year-olds, are you? You've got something special—something dangerous. You're the strongest eleven-year-old I know." His words were laced with a compliment, but I knew better than to fall for it completely.

Satoru crossed his arms, watching me closely as I wiped sweat from my brow. "You've made something incredible in just a few years, Kazuya," he said, more seriously this time. "But having a powerful curse technique is useless if you don't have the will to use it. It's like having a weapon you're too afraid to fire. And that binding vow of yours? I know why you did it, but you're only crippling yourself." He flicked me on the forehead, hard enough to make me stumble back. "Set yourself free, kid. Abandon your fears, stop worrying, and let loose. You're stronger than you think—hell, maybe not as strong as me, but hey, who is?" He chuckled, his cocky cackle echoing in my head. I remembered shouting back at him, "I'll kick your ass when I get this technique right!" He just laughed, flicking me again like an annoying older brother.

That memory faded, but the flicker of Satoru's advice lingered in the back of my mind. I wasn't a kid anymore. I wasn't held back by those same fears or limitations. I was free—completely free. The reality of that hit me as I saw Chisaki reaching for Eri again, his hand outstretched like a claw, ready to drag her back into hell. Instinct kicked in before I even thought about it. I intercepted his hand, gripping his wrist with enough force to make him pause. "You sure you're her father?" I asked, my voice cold and steady, a slight smirk forming on my lips. "Because you're acting a lot more like an abuser than a parent."

Chisaki's calm mask started to crack, and he shed the fatherly act like a snake shedding its skin. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Let go of me," he demanded, his voice sharp with irritation. No more pretending. No more sweet words. It wasn't a request. It was a demand, one that came from someone used to getting exactly what they wanted. But I didn't let go. Instead, I tightened my grip, feeling the tension build between us. The calm, collected man was starting to reveal the monster underneath, and I was more than ready for it.

This was the real Chisaki now—the ruthless villain who tore apart everything in his path.

"Ah, so your true colors are showing now," I taunted, my cocky persona fully emerging. I couldn't help it—the thrill of the situation, the opportunity to test out what I was capable of without restraint—it was all too enticing.

I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face. "There's the real you," I taunted, my grip still firm on his wrist. "That 'loving father' routine wasn't fooling anyone." I glanced down at Eri, her wide eyes filled with fear. She was still shaking, her small body pressed against my leg. Yeah, Gojo's words echoed in my head again. Abandon all fear. Go wild. Let loose. What was the point of having power if I didn't use it to help someone who needed it?

Chisaki's eyes narrowed, and I could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. But I stood my ground, not flinching as his rage simmered just beneath the surface. Satoru's words echoed in my mind—set yourself free, let loose. I wasn't about to let Chisaki intimidate me. This was my moment to stop worrying and to go wild. If he wanted to see just how dangerous I could be, I was more than happy to oblige.

"So, what's it going to be?" I asked, my voice dripping with challenge. "You really think you can just take her and walk away?"

Chisaki's eyes darkened, his calm demeanor vanishing as he lunged at me with lethal intent. His hand shot toward my head, crackling with the energy of his quirk, Overhaul. It was fast—his attack was incredible by this world's standards—but I had seen faster. Much faster. I'd sparred with Satoru Gojo, the man who could blink out of existence and reappear behind you in an instant. My reflexes were honed against someone who could manipulate space itself. Dodging Chisaki's attack? Child's play.

I sidestepped just as his hand passed by, mere inches from my face. His speed might have been impressive to the heroes and villains of My Hero Academia, but compared to the monsters in my world? He was moving in slow motion. For a split second, I saw the surprise in his eyes as I avoided his strike with ease. He wasn't expecting that. But before he could react further, his body stiffened—completely frozen in place, his hand outstretched, his face contorted in frustration and confusion.

I approached him slowly, watching his eyes widen in shock as he tried—and failed—to move. "Confused, huh?" I said with a playful grin, circling around him like a predator toying with its prey. "You're probably thinking, 'Why can't I move?' But that's not exactly true. It's not that you can't move—it's that you're moving too slowly for it to even feel like movement."

I took a step closer, tilting my head slightly as I studied him. Chisaki's eyes darted around wildly, his body immobile except for those frantic movements. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out why he couldn't move. He wanted to speak, to demand answers, but even his mouth was stuck, his lips unable to form the words.

"Hmm, you look a little confused," I said, my voice light and almost playful as I walked around him. "You're not actually frozen, you know. You're just moving so slowly that it feels like you can't move at all." I watched as realization started to dawn in his eyes, followed quickly by anger and fear. "My 'quirk'—if that's what you want to call it—let me rob anyone or anything of their ability. It doesn't matter if it's physical, like your heart, an arm, or even air. Or if it's something abstract, like your speed, strength, or time."

Chisaki's eyes widened as I mentioned time, his pupils dilating in shock. "Take a guess at what I took from you," I continued, my tone still light, almost teasing. But there was an edge to it, something cold and sharp lurking beneath the surface. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper.

"I'll give you a hint," I said, my playful tone dropping into something colder, something more sinister. "I've taken away your speed, Chisaki. You're not just frozen in place. You're moving so slowly that it will take you weeks to move a single inch."

Chisaki's expression shifted from anger to something darker—fear. Realization slowly dawned on him, but I could see he was still piecing it together. I wasn't done. "And since I was feeling generous, I took away your time to age, too. You'll be stuck like this, unable to move, unable to do anything but think. For years, maybe decades. Maybe longer. Who knows? You'll still be alive while the world moves on without you." I smirked, watching his face twist into horror as the full weight of what I said sank in.

I stepped back, enjoying the play of emotions on his face—shock, anger, fear, horror—all dancing in tandem. "I could've just taken your life," I continued, my voice now calm and distant. "But that would've been too easy. No, the cruelest punishment isn't death, Chisaki. It's deprivation. Stripping someone of everything they value, everything they rely on, and leaving them to rot in their own mind."

His eyes trembled, his rage slipping away as fear took over. His once-cold confidence was replaced with a hollow terror, and I could almost hear his thoughts scrambling to find some escape, some way out of the hell I'd just trapped him in.

With Chisaki out of the way, I turned my attention back to Eri. She was still terrified, her small body trembling as she looked up at me with wide, scared eyes. I crouched down, softening my expression as much as I could. "Hey," I said gently, "do you want to come with me? Away from the bad men?"

Eri blinked, her voice small and shaky as she spoke. "P-Please..." she whispered, her eyes pleading for any sort of escape.

"Alright, let's get out of here," I said, gently lifting her up into my arms. I started to walk away, but then I paused, a thought striking me. "Oh, I almost forgot," I said, turning back to Chisaki with a small, cold smile. "I think I'll take this too." I reached out with a thought, and in an instant, Chisaki's quirk was gone, stripped from him as easily as one might take a toy from a child. He couldn't even react, his face a mask of silent despair.

"I'll be taking your quirk too," I said lightly. "Think of it as a souvenir. You won't be needing it where you're going, anyway." With that, I walked away, leaving Chisaki frozen in place, powerless, and utterly alone.

Curse technique: Snatch

Effect: Allows Kazuya to steal anything physical or abstract. He can even take away gene-related abilities but only to the extent that his body can handle, unlike his domain, where he can fully utilize it without limits.

Abstract Effects: Using Snatch on abstract concepts can create unique effects, such as stealing space to teleport or swap places. He can also snatch injuries, thereby healing his wounds.

AN: Yep, our Mc is broken; he's basically All For One on steroids.