Warning: The following content may contain strong sexual and violent scenes. Read at your own discretion.
It took me a few damn days to actually get used to this academy shit. Waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, dragging myself to classes, sitting through lectures about hero ethics and Quirk control - it was a grind I didn't sign up for. But if I wanted to blend in and not look like some suspicious bastard, I had to play along. This wasn't my world, not originally, and I sure as hell wasn't here to play nice or kiss ass. I had a job to do: rewrite the future without screwing it all up.
The main events rolled out like clockwork if I didn't mess with 'em. Take the class rep vote, for instance. Izuku Midoriya and Yaoyorozu Momo nabbed class representative and vice representative, just like in the original timeline I remembered. No surprise there - Izuku's the golden boy, and Momo's got brains for days. Me, though? I threw my vote to Ida Tenya on a whim. In the story I knew, he got zilch, but this time, I figured why not. So instead of him eating a big fat zero, it's my ass with no votes. Didn't give a damn, though. I wasn't here to win a popularity contest or make buddies.
But when Ida found out I'd tossed him my vote, the kid looked at me like I'd grown a second head. His eyes - big, round, and way too intense - locked onto me like I was some kinda mystery he needed to crack. It was weird as hell, and I didn't know what to do with it. Was he grateful? Suspicious? Both? I didn't stick around to figure it out. I muttered some half-assed excuse and bolted before lunch hit, avoiding the awkward small talk I knew I'd fumble.
Truth is, I don't vibe with crowds. Never have. Chatting up people my age feels like pulling teeth - I suck at it, and I hate it. Plus, I had bigger shit to deal with, like phase two of my plan. So I grabbed the bento I'd slapped together at home and hauled ass to the rooftop. It was quiet up there, away from the chatter and chaos of the cafeteria. Just me, my food, and the open sky. Perfect spot to think.
I plopped down against the railing, popped open my bento, and started shoveling rice into my mouth. As I ate, my brain kicked into gear, sketching out a rough plan to tweak this damn story without sending it spiraling into a total shitshow. Step one: stop the League of Villains from getting their claws into Toga Himiko. That was my mission, my obsession. If I could pull her away from their messed-up crew, I could change everything - not just for her, but for Class 1-A and the whole damn society.
Toga, along with Todoroki Toya - better known as Dabi - hooked up with the League after Stain, the "Hero Killer," got nabbed. I didn't have a damn clue where she was right now; the story never gave me that much to work with. She could be anywhere in Japan, hiding out, stalking someone, whatever crazy shit she got up to before she joins the League. My best shot was hiring a private investigator to track her ass down. Once I had her location, I'd figure out how to approach her. She wasn't evil, not deep down—just a messed-up kid with a screwy personality, a shaky headspace, and a fucked-up take on love that turned her into the psycho villain everyone feared.
I could fix her. I knew it.
She wasn't a lost cause, not yet. But I had to find her first, and time wasn't on my side. If I screwed this up, if I let her slip through my fingers, the fallout would be catastrophic. The League would get stronger, Class 1-A would take bigger hits, and the whole hero system would feel the ripple. No pressure or anything.
As I sat there, chewing on my food and staring out at the horizon, my mind drifted. It wasn't just about strategy anymore. It was personal. I couldn't help but think back to before all this—before I woke up in this world, in this body, as Onodera Ryuga.
Back then, I wasn't some time-traveling badass with a Quirk and a mission. I was just a nobody, stuck in a world without heroes or villains, living a life of a NEET that felt like a slow death. I'd spend hours alone in my shitty little room, the only light coming from my computer screen. Anime, manga, games - those were my escape. Stories where people had powers, where they could fight for something, be something bigger than themselves. It was everything my real life wasn't.
I didn't fit in anywhere. School was a nightmare - others either ignored me or picked on me 'cause I wasn't like them. I was quiet, awkward, different. I tried to make friends once or twice, but it always blew up in my face. They'd act cool to my face, then talk shit behind my back. After a while, I stopped bothering. It was easier to be alone than to deal with the betrayal, so that's why I dropped out of university - where i tried to study to become a chemist before, left home, found a shitty place to live with a cheap laptop to work translating stories and live a miserable life day by day...
But being alone didn't fix anything. It just made the emptiness worse. I'd walk through crowded streets, surrounded by people laughing and living, and feel like a ghost. Invisible. Out of place. I'd see friends hanging out, families joking around, and it'd hit me hard - why couldn't I have that? Why did I always feel like I didn't belong? Like I was stuck on the outside, looking in?
I wanted to be myself, but I didn't even know who that was. Every time I tried, people looked at me weird, judged me, pushed me away. So I learned to hide. I'd put on a mask, act how they wanted me to act, just to get by. But it was exhausting. Suffocating. I'd lie awake at night, wondering if this was all there was - pretending forever, never free, never real.
Then, in that day, it all changed. It was only because that entity felt I was too irresponsible to judge the ending of this series more objectively that I was transported here, to this world, to the body of a character that wasn't even mentioned in the original story, with a Quirk I didn't understand and a head full of memories from a story I'd watched a hundred times. At first, I thought it was a dream, some nerdy fantasy gone wild. But the pain was real. The sounds, the smells, the weight of it all - it was no damn dream.
When the shock wore off, I saw a chance. A shot to do something that mattered. I wasn't just a loser anymore; I had power, knowledge, and a big-ass purpose. But even here, in this insane world of heroes and villains, I couldn't shake the loneliness. These kids at U.A - they were so damn driven, so full of hope, chasing their dreams like it was easy. And me? I was still the outsider, playing a role, hiding who I really was.
That's when I thought of Toga Himiko after realizing how deep this world is. In the story, she was a villain, a blood-obsessed nutcase who carved her way through life with a smile. But I saw past that. She wasn't just crazy - she was...lost...
Misunderstood...
She wanted to be herself, to love and live on her own terms, but the world wouldn't let her. They called her a freak, a monster due to her Quirk, so she became one. How ironic.
I got it 'cause I'd been there. The isolation, the desperation, the feeling of being trapped in a cage you couldn't break. If I could reach her, show her there was another way, maybe I could save her from that fate. And maybe, just maybe, I'd save myself too. Helping her wasn't just about changing the story - it was about finding a place where I could finally stop pretending, where I could be me.
And no, i don't have any crush on her. Just...not now...
...
I snapped out of it, shaking my head to clear the fog. No point in wallowing—there was work to do. I stuffed the last bite of my bento in my mouth and pulled out my phone. Time to get moving.
I dialed up a detective agency I'd found through a crumpled business card I'd picked up off the street a while back. First time I called, they'd brushed me off—said they were busy and to try again later. That was days ago, and I was banking on them being free now.
"Yo, Onodera Ryuga here. Need you to find someone, like I mentioned before."
"Hello, Onodera. Apologies for the wait," the voice on the other end said, all calm and professional. "How would you like us to proceed with your request?"
"Pale chick, yellow eyes that kinda slant in, light blonde hair - ashy, tied in two messy buns. 'Bout 157 cm, usually rocks a sailor-style school uniform. Hit me up via text or this number when you find her - don't fuck this up. Cash'll hit your account; send me the details over text."
"Of course, sir. We'll get right on it. Thank you for choosing our agency."
I hung up, letting out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Step one was in motion. Now I just had to wait.
A bit later, shit hit the fan - reporters stormed U.A. like a swarm of pissed-off bees, turning the cafeteria into a damn circus. I didn't bother stepping in; Ida Tenya handled it like a pro, just like I remembered from the original timeline. Izuku even handed off the class prez gig to him after, which was no shock. But instead of soaking in the leadership vibes, Ida kept shooting me these suspicious looks that got on my damn nerves.
Sure enough, after class, he cornered me like a man on a mission. "Onodera, did you know this from the start?"
"Know what?" I shot back, playing dumb.
"What Izuku just said in class!" he said, his voice rising a bit. "How did you guess..."
My phone buzzed before he could finish, and I glanced at the screen. Detective agency. Perfect.
"Yo, sorry, man - gotta bounce for a sec."
"But-"
"Catch ya later, got some big shit to handle."
I didn't wait for him to argue. I walked off, answered the call, and dove in.
"You guys work fast as hell. Found her yet?"
"Yes, sir, we've located her," the voice said. "Meet us at the school gate; I'll take you there."
"Sweet, I'm on my way."
I hung up and hustled to the gate, adrenaline kicking in.
When I got there, a black car was parked and waiting. The driver - a guy in a suit - stepped out and opened the door.
"Get in, sir."
"Yeah, yeah…" I muttered, climbing in.
The second I buckled up, the car peeled out like a bat outta hell, tearing towards the city. The driver didn't say shit, just gave vague grunts whenever I tried to talk. It was weird, and the longer we drove, the more it felt off. No PI worth their salt would drag a client straight to the target like this - it's too sloppy, too risky.
This wasn't a detective. This was Toga Himiko, and I'd walked right into her trap.
She was driving like a lunatic, weaving through traffic like she didn't give a damn. A 16-year-old with no license pulling this off was a crime in itself, but with her Quirk—Transform—she could be anyone. She'd probably offed the real detective, snagged his gig, and lured me out here. Smart, but not unbeatable. Before the League, she was just a serial killer dodging the law with her blood-drinking trick. I could take her if I played it right.
While she focused on the road, I slipped my hand into my briefcase, pulling out a sedative vial and some aphrodisiacs. Risky as hell, but I chugged 'em quick and used my Quirk to mix the drugs into my blood before they could hit me. Ten months of training better pay off, 'cause this was uncharted territory. If she drank my blood, the drugs would hit her too. Sedative to knock her out, aphrodisiacs to… hell, I didn't know, mess her up somehow. It was a gamble, but I was short on options.
"We're here," she said, pulling the car to a stop.
We were in the middle of nowhere, parked outside a beat-to-shit warehouse. Weeds choked the ground, and the silence was creepy as hell - like something outta a horror flick. Inside was worse: dust, cobwebs, and a vibe that screamed "abandoned for a decade."
"Where's the girl?" I asked, keeping up the act.
"She's right here," she said with a twisted grin, dropping her disguise. The suit melted away, revealing Toga - slim, curvy, gray slime covering the sensitive bits. She clutched a bloody kitchen knife, her yellow eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and menace.
"I don't know what you want with me, but since you sent someone to track me, you're gonna pay for it~…"
"Yeah, whatever…" I shot back, staring her down. "You wanna go? Ladies first…"
She lunged, slashing and stabbing like a wild animal. No rhythm, just chaos. I held off using my Quirk, dodging and blocking with martial arts instead. It worked at first, but she was fast—too fast. Cuts piled up on my arms and body, and the pain slowed me down. I needed an opening, quick.
"If you let me drink your blood, I'll kill you painless!" she chirped, grinning like a psycho.
That was my cue.
"Over my dead body…" I growled, faking a stumble so she'd stab my shoulder deep.
She yanked the knife out, slurped my blood off the blade, and I shoved her back with a gut punch and a kick. Now I just had to stall 'til the drugs kicked in—ten minutes, tops. Problem was, I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I turned my body to clay with my Quirk, sealing the wound, but the blood loss was already screwing with my head. If I passed out, I was done.
Toga, after taking that gut shot and kick, pinned me down again, straddling me with that knife in hand, looking pissed enough to gut me on the spot. But as time dragged, those eyes - instead of staying wild - got hazy, unfocused. Her knife hand shook, and the blade clattered to the floor with a sharp clangechoing through the empty warehouse.
"What… did you do to me… What the hell is this…" she mumbled, staring at me like she was lost.
With shit going down like this, I gotta move fast, or it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse…