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It was already a week.
I sat in class and while making notes I looked from time to time to my target. With bushy green curls und an adorable mumbling, too busy figuring something out. Too busy to notice me. I still don´t know how to be his friend.
After finding myself in this body I was ecstatic at the prospect of being his friend not knowing how hard it´s going to be. Although the owner of this body didn´t directly bullied him, she still was part of the problem, much to my annoyance. The teacher was explaining something about the quirk war that killed about two whole percent of the population at that time. I wonder what his opinion is about that theme. Maybe I could ask him, that would be the start and we could have a conversation about I am sure that he lots to say.
However, he would be suspicious to say the least like any normal person should be. I could ask him to help me study; I should do it when he is alone that way he will think that I´m too embarrassed to ask for help in front of others. That way he most likely will say yes.
I looked in his direction, he doesn´t really notice that the class is almost done, too absorb in whatever he is doing. Before I could get to him the king of the class decided to make it once again apparent how much he dislikes the greenette. That would not be that much of a problem if he wasn´t trying to protect him if only he didn´t beat him up. I couldn´t even go between them, because that would ruin the plot. Dammit plot, if only – I should not dwell too much in that particular thought.
A knight amour wouldn´t suit me that much. Too bad. There he goes again, Bakugou Katsuki, burning that precious notebook filled to the brim with information. If only- “if you want to be a hero so bad then take a dive on top of a building and wish for a quirk in your next life”.
Isn´t that a bit too soon for saying that line. It is only the beginning of our second year. Didn´t he said that originally at the beginning of their third year. Did it change because of me? I don´t think so – at least I don´t know what I did. I just stared. That is all I did. I saw the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes that he held back.
I can´t. Without much thought, I ran towards him “just cry, deku”, I hugged him without a second thought, and he did. The waterfall of tears streamed down his face and soaked my uniform. “don´t do it, just don´t” is what I kept repeating like a lifeline. Because it kind of was, I don´t know what I am doing here, what I am supposed to do here and worst of all how I can help. I don´t know what happens if I were to die here so being a hero is not what plan to do. But being a fan for years make me want to stay beside him because I want to help him or at least watch over him. I want to be some kind of guardian angel for him because if don´t then what should I do? “….” A mumbling was heard but because he was pressed against my shoulder I couldn´t hear him much less understand what he was saying. I shoved his face away to hear what he wanted to say. His face was red und his eyes slightly puffy he does look adorable that way like some drenched dog except he wasn´t drenched but my shoulder.
A Midoriya sure can cry a lot. I knew they could but not that much. “Thanks…” it was almost silent but I heard it. “No need, I don´t need a thanks from you, deku” I didn´t mean it so harsh but I didn´t want his thanks for something so irrelevant like that. I looked around but Bakugou and his gang already left the class leaving it empty except for the two of us. “No worries nobody is here,” he mumbled but I could understand clearly what he said but I didn´t meant it like that I am not ashamed of him. Damm habits of a mouth. She seemed so not nice but apparently, she has a sharp mouth. “I need to leave” and with that he was out of the class.
Well one could consider that a start. I went to my desk and got my stuff.
Those braids are annoying maybe I should cut them. In addition, when I do that I should try figure the bodies quirk out. It seemed like some kind of wind Quirk. That could be quite a useful one. Now I have to figure out where my house or so is. Considering that I´m here already for about a week, it is quite embarrassing to still don´t know where I live. However, my smartphone is the same as before although I’m over 200 years in the future. I was surprising to falls asleep in 2022 and wake up in 2273 in the world of an anime. At least I isekaied into an extra. I hopefully don´t have to fight for my life. I was always fond of history but now especially because I have memory of history and what to say: the winner write history. Moreover, that is what happened. After the war between Ukraine and Russian about five years. It first happened, a baby born that emits light and where one might ask? At the border of the two. What a convenience of something like that happening. It truly is fascinating how the history was written. The rebellion of England and France.
Moreover, I learned Japanese just by waking up in this body. I think I’ve been walking for quite a while, I think I am lost. That’s the third time now. Dammit and I really had so much to do now. Because the plot is partly because of me done for I have to make the opportunity for them to meet. All might and Deku, mentor and successor that what they are and much more I don´t want to ruin it. I feel somewhat guilty about that. I hope that I didn´t change too much.
It took me half a hour to find my house. After I did my homework and was that hard it took me at least an hour and a half for 2 pages. However, I then did my research. I had to plan the meeting with All might; first I had to find the store, I could remember a bit but here is the problem there are a lot of stores like that so it is going to be much work to find the right one. Then I have to plan the timing, like when is he going to be there and when does Midoriya have to go to find the sludge villain and be attacked. I don´t really like that part of the plan but it is necessary for the storyline.
Next step cut that hair. I really do not like it and I have a feeling that when I train my quirk that it is going to be an annoyance. Therefore, I cut. Simple right? No, because I have never cut my hair before it always did my mother but that is gone. I grab a scissor and get rid of the rubber in my hair. Then one after one the hair falls down. I like to mention that she has a very long and thick hair. The kind that some girls from TikTok would die for. Moreover, here I am cutting it short. My plan is long enough for a back of the head ponytail, so a bit longer than the chin. The deep brown hair is really pretty like that. And you know the saying “a new haircut, anew life” or something like that. But I wonder if she lives alone because I did not see anybody when I entered way too late. It was gloomy. It was a small house with few pictures. Walls were white and the refrigerator almost empty. It sort of made me feel bad. Only sort of because she helped bully sweet Izuku. And for that I cannot forgive.
I shove myself away from the screen of the laptop and take a shower. I should really sleep. Because tomorrow is school. And just like that the day was over.