MHA: god of time, space and trolling

It's been a week since I died, got isekai'd, and landed in this new world. And what have I accomplished in that time?

Well, I familiarized myself with the world...sort of. Mostly, I gamed, figured out the interesting . . . categories on certain sites, and admired my new looks in the mirror.

very important stuff, i was still traumatised from death (no she isn't)

then, i realised what i should exactly be doing. vigilantism. being a vigilante and beating up people in the middle of the night of course, is the best way to have fun and test out my abilities in many unique ways.

but, to do that, i needed a disguise and me being the lazy person i am, i didn't want to go through making a full-blown vigilante costume. it sounded like too much work, and it probably is too much work. so that's why i decided shape shifting my appearance would work the best... buuuut

Turns out, even with powers as simple to use as mine, a little knowledge of biology - specifically in the aspect of DNA - goes quite the long way. How do I know that? Well, my hair may or may not have detonated the first time I tried to change its color. Whoops. makes sense shit that small is at best finicky.

That's why I'd spent the last few days cooped up in my room. Studying. A noble endeavour, indeed. Totally not just an excuse to avoid interacting with the outside world. that's what a failure would do.

Anyway, now that I had sufficiently shoved enough information about biology in my head, it was time to create my vigilante persona yippe. . . wait, i forgot. I'm shit at character customization.

i paced around the room, going from one wall to another over and over again, trying to think of a good appearance and name, and not doing too well "ok, so. first, hair should be... hmm" I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length white hair and willed it to grow. it length almost doubled as It cascaded down my back until it reached my waist.

"yep, looks good. next colour... um, pink? fuck no. green? no... too much like deku. red? hell no. i do like purple so... maybe a void like colour? so, a void purple? sounds good enough"

i pulled my hair around my body, and Infront of my eyes, focusing intently as the hue of the hair changed. to a deep black with parts dimly glowing a void purple, like the edges of a nebula. (i think that's right?) "perfect."

i then, pulled out a mirror from my back pocket, and studied my facial features. my hand reaching up to get a feel for it. "my face, right now looks sharp, but not too sharp that it looks like i killed a guy in cold blood. so i guess just rounding it up should work?" 

I focused on the muscles and contours of my face, delicately adjusting them. Bit by bit, my features softened until I finally pulled back with a smile. "Boom. Kawaii." 

Now, my face resembled that of a magical girl protagonist (the cute ones, not the horror ones), now including blue-ish violet eyes. i am so good at this.

"now, i look like an average cute anime protagonist." i posed in the mirror, putting peace signs. "i am so proud of my self" i praised with a smile. despite doing something so miniscule.

"Alright" I said, letting my arms drop as I grabbed my phone from my pocket. "With my new looks done, I'm ready to go."

I unlocked my phone to check the time and frowned. "Actually, it's not late enough yet." I dropped back into my chair, spinning toward my PC. "Might as well do some information gathering. maybe i could see some hero routes.

the monitor's light flicked on, and i was back on the pc. again. 

and wont get off, until 12am. peak human material.

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"Hey, Aizawa," a familiar voice called out. The weary hero turned his head, spotting Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi walking toward him.

"What now?" Aizawa grumbled, his tone laced with exhaustion. His shift had just ended, and being flagged down by Tsukauchi could only mean trouble. There were three possibilities: more paperwork, another patrol, or some other headache he hadn't anticipated. None of them were appealing.

Tsukauchi, unfazed by Aizawa's clear lack of enthusiasm, held up a file. "There's a new vigilante active in the Musutafu area."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly. "And?"

"For now, we don't know much about her," the detective began. "What we do know is that she's a girl, likely in her teens, probably around 15. Dark hair. Her quirk appears to be earth manipulation, though we're not certain. She's been involved in five incidents so far, each time stopping the criminal with no issues. The unusual part though. All of the criminals were left unconscious in holes she created."

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily. "Great, another one. just what i need" He shook his head, already imagining the potential disasters. most young vigilantes are kids who failed to get into a hero school, and are now way in over there heads, failing to cope with the rejection. "What else do we know about her?"

Tsukauchi continued, "Witnesses and victims say she stays with them after the fight, like she's making sure they're okay. But the moment she hears sirens, she vanishes. No one has managed to catch her yet"

At that, Aizawa frowned. "At least she's not reckless enough to leave someone hurt and alone. That's… something." He paused, his voice softening slightly. "But she's too young to be doing this. usually its people at high school age or older, never younger. does she have a name"

Tsukauchi shook his head. "No alias yet. No one she's helped or stopped has mentioned an alias."

"Figures" Aizawa muttered. His shoulders slumped as he reluctantly accepted the file from Tsukauchi. "I'll keep an eye out for her. But something tells me this is going to be a headache."

"She's young," Tsukauchi pointed out. "And also talented, if her quirk usage is as precise as they say."

Aizawa grunted in response, already turning away from the conversation. slightly hoping that this one isn't as annoying as previous vigilantes.

unaware that this vigilante, was going to be the biggest pain in the ass he will ever meet in his life.

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Stealing a trick from Toph, I decided to try sensing vibrations in the ground to expand my awareness. (steeling from a blind girl, what a bad person.)

At first, it was overwhelming as fuck. Every little movement sent ripples of information, cars rumbling by, leaves rustling, and even a cat having the most intense war with a wall. that was just plain epic. 

but it was not what i was looking for, and it kinda hurts.

It took some time to filter through the noises and figure out what was what, but after a while of running into random bullshit, i got the hang of it and now. i'm the best tracker ever, probably, maybe. 

"There," I muttered, honing in on a disturbance a few streets away. Without wasting a second, I darted into a nearby alley, creating small pushes on my feet to emulate super strength. it was a thing i was learning.

Emerging on the other side, I was greeted by a scene straight out of fiction... (wait a minute, it is fiction)

A man. being robbed at saw point.

The assailant, wielding a literal jagged saw extending from his wrist, had the blade inches from the victim's head. pretty scary stuff huh. but also pretty funny too.

"Huh" I muttered, tilting my head slightly. "Well, that's... an interesting quirk."

I watched as the terrified man shakily pulled out his wallet and handed it over, only to have it instantly thrown back in his face.

"I SAID EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, NOT A WALLET WITH 100 YEN!" the robber barked, his unnecessarily loud voice echoing throughout the street.

The victim cowered further, frantically fishing around in his pocket before pulling out an old flip phone.

"Yikes,"i said while stifling a laugh. "Bro's poorer than the robber. This is starting to feel like a skit."

i contemplated the need of eating popcorn when the man snatched the flip phone out the poor guys hand

"IS THIS A FU-" He paused, staring at the phone like it personally offended him, before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Fuck you, man. Poor-ass guy."

The victim looked crushed, his face falling as the robber turned away with what was probably his most valuable possession. 

i should help, now that the fun is finished i thought as i walked out . "Hey, nice saws you've got there," I called out, gesturing toward his wrist. "But do you really need to rob him of all people?" I pointed to the victim, still crumpled on the ground with an expression of despair.

"Like, I get that you're probably also pooooor, but seriously? That's just rude," I said, shaking my head in mock disappointment.

The robber spun around, his saw-hand raised defensively. "Who the hell are you?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he tried to size me up.

I tilted my head, feigning confusion. "A human... wasn't that obvious? or am i that pretty to be human" i tried not to grin as i gave him a flat serious stare.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by my response. "What kind of answer is that?"

"The correct one," I replied with snark. "But enough about me. Let's talk about you. How's life treating you if you're resorting to robbing guys with flip phones? was there no milk at home? or was it the mother that left? or maybe you got bullied that also could be a reason, i mean look at your hands, or lack of hands. or are you just poor? maybe your ju-"

"Shut up!" he yelled, stepping closer with his saw poised to strike. "You're really asking for it, you little-"

Before he could finish, I casually waved my hand downward. The ground beneath him shifted silently, opening a perfectly circular hole right in front of his next step. He teetered on the edge, arms flailing for balance, but just barely managed to stop himself from falling in. 

"Careful now" I said, wagging my finger like a disappointed teacher. "Wouldn't want to trip into one of these totally random holes in the ground."

He glared at me, clearly unamused. "You think you're funny, huh?" 

"Yes, I am hilarious. But not as hilarious as your face" I quipped as i reached from behind my back right in the chaos emerald holder (the ass) and pulled out a mirror, showing his face. "BEHOLD, Exhibit A. the joke your mom made over 30 decades ago." 

His face contorted in rage, and he stormed around the hole, his saw-hand ready to strike. Unfortunately for him, his anger made him oblivious to the second hole I casually created right in his path. With a satisfying yell, he disappeared from view, landing with a thud at the bottom of a ten-foot pit. 

I leaned over the edge, smirking as I peered down at him. "Ah, see? I told you to be careful. These totally random holes are such a hazard these days."

His furious curses echoed up at me as I bent lower, my mask covered face just barely visible to him. "Now, if you don't mind…" I gestured toward the flip phone still clutched in his hand. It floated effortlessly upward, slipping out of his grasp and landing neatly in mine. "Thank you very much. Now stay put and be a good child, okay?" I added, my tone dripping with mock sweetness.

Ignoring the barrage of profanity he hurled at me, I casually reinforced the walls of the hole, making them sturdy enough (and pointy enough) that breaking them would be impossible for his saw hand ass.

i then quickly turned to the poor victim and handed his phone back "and here ya go kind sir. thanks for waiting." i then pulled out a burner phone i had, as before this i realised calling the cops would be dumb with my actual phone.

With the thief properly secure, contained and wait wait wait wrong universe- I turned back to the poor victim, who was still sitting on the ground. "And here you go, kind sir" I said, handing his phone back with a dramatic bow "Thanks for waiting."

"Oh, and don't worry" I added, pulling out a burner phone, because obviously calling the cops with my actual phone would be stupid. I mean, I need to keep vigilante life separate. i'm not that dumb. "I'll call the police."

Satisfied that everything was handled, I turned on my heel and squatted, preparing to jump onto the nearest rooftop.

"WAIT!" the man shouted, his voice breaking a little. I stopped mid-motion, turning to face him again.

"yes?"

"who... who are you?"

hah, he said it, that means I can do this. i love poor word choice I thought with a smile as I spoke "oh, don't you remember, i'm human obviously." I let out a small chuckle at his bewildered expression, crouching low before launching myself onto the rooftop.

Except I may have overdone it.

"OW! Fuck!" I yelped, landing awkwardly on the top of the roof. Pain shot through my ankle like pain (best author material right here) "Goddammit, that hurts!"

I muttered, before quickly teleporting away. knowing that I wasn't in view of the guy anymore. i vanished from sight as i said one last time "fuck" as i landed on a quiet roof, a couple hundred metres away. "ok, guess i'm learning how to heal now." I muttered as I massaged my ankles. "should be easy enough" I said as I tried to heal them, forgetting about reversing time being a thing entirely.

so smart she says.

"huh? what was that? was that a voice? am i going crazy? already?" i asked aloud. confused at the jab i had no context about (can't hear the narrator, which is herself.)

... did she?

"yeah no, that was a voice. i'm not crazy that's good" i nodded with slight joy at not being crazy. 

HOLY FUCK SHE CAN

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A/N now this latter half is me just having fun, i hope you had fun but if you didn't... well i don't care haha.

also 4th wall breaks are fun as you can tell.

also im tired so no spell check. if i got good for me, if i didn't bad for you. byeeeeeeeee