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The summer camp was a disaster. Everyone had been feeling tired and strained from the extra training, class 1-A especially. They were kind of excited for the test of courage they were having though. They were all ready to walk in by pairs to be spooked, Mineta Minoru being ignored for the most part, of course.
Suddenly, after a few scares, villains once again started appearing, like every outing they have together, blue fire everywhere and quite a few kids fighting for their lives. In the center, away from the Nomu, away from Moonfish, and definitely away from Muscular, was Mineta Minoru, a little grape bitch.
He was scared, so very scared. He kept away from the fighting, watching as the Momo and Jirou fought for their lives. He kept watching them, peeving despite everything, and forgot his surroundings. Suddenly the fight got closer to the little piss baby, not that he noticed, watching Momo's hips as they "swayed" from dodging the villain that was nameless to Mineta.
After watching the tall beauty, in an act of holy miracle, a blow from the villain passed by Momo, and struck Mineta in the head, knocking the little bastard unconscious, trapping the villain for Momo to capture and changing the lives of Class 1-A forever.
*Same time, OC's Earth*
Blake was fucking pissed. An asshole named Marco had beat up his little sister for spilling some water on him and his cigarette, and he would not let that stand. He marched over to the person Jane had described, a 5' 9" jackass with a Californian complexion and a semi-muscular build. He had been hanging around the High School for the past few weeks, so finding him was easy.
He was leaning against a truck, laughing with his buddies, two slightly shorter twins who looked like they went to the gym once a month, then went out clubbing every night to roofie people. He was standing there with light flecks of blood on his knuckles and Blake saw red, before he started talking, "Hey you, Marco right?" He asked sounding surprisingly calm. The jackass just nodded with a light grunt, barely paying any attention to the 5' 5" high schooler twink looking bitch. "I found your wallet, you dropped it a few hours ago."
Blake smirked as Marco's eyes widened and he looked down to pay his pocket for his wallet. As he felt the familiar leather, his chin was struck with what felt like an actual ton of force, knocking him off the side of the truck and onto his ass in a daze. Blake started releasing his rage yelling, "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST HIT MY SISTER YOU LITTLE BITCH! I'LL BREAK YOU FOR THAT SHIT YOU CHAIN SMOKING PUNK!"
Blake heard a yell from behind him as Marco's lackies finally reacted and tried to swing at the short little shit that hit Marco. Blake moved to the right and Thing One slammed on top of Marco after tripping, inciting a yell of pain from Marco having his head slammed back into the Ground. Blake turned his attention to Thing Two, who started pulling a bat from the bed of the truck.
Blake just waited and dodged as Thing Two started swinging the 2.5 foot price of wood, hitting the truck, and nothing else. Thing Two's made another swing with all his strength, as Blake moved out of the way. As he dodged the wooden bat, Thing One decided to start getting up, until he was hit in the side of the head by Thing Two's bat.
Thing Two was so surprised that swinging a long piece of wood caused him to actually hit something, Blake went unnoticed until he was kicking his knee, causing Thing Two to fall and hit his head against the truck. As Blake took a quick breather, getting ready to take the bat, he felt shock go through his body as something went through the back of his knee, causing him to fall backwards.
It was Marco, a bloodied knife in his hand, and an angry look on his face. He started yelling something incomprehensible to Blake, as he was bleeding from a major artery. Thing Two also started getting up looking pissed and the two started kicking the downed Blake, who was starting to fade to Black. The last thing he saw was a swinging wooden bat coming towards his face. The last sense he felt was being able to hear and feel a squelch as his head caved in, killing Blake instantly.
Suddenly he could see again and all was still for a second. He was in a black void, feeling devoid of all senses, before he started going forward rapidly, seeing a clash of color after color, moving around the universe, before it stopped. He was above Earth and there was a butterfly just out of reach. He went to poke it, before falling to Earth, and he was in a black void again.
Time became impossible to understand, as he could feel nothing, and comprehend nothing. Eternity within what could be two seconds passed, before he could start comprehending a tingle. It was sound, he was hearing stuff! The void started shifting, like he could comprehend movement and light. And with it came pain, a splitting headache filling his head, and an ache in his… everywhere? It was hard to tell, his body didn't feel right. Not like when you start losing muscle mass for being unconscious a few days, more like, he was shorter, a lot shorter.
He tried to wiggle his toes, and for a second he thought he lost his legs, before he finally felt muscle move. The toes. They weren't where they were supposed to be. They were to close to the pounding headache. He opened his eyes and started looking at his body. He was short as fuck. His hands didn't look right either. They were the wrong shape, the wrong complexion. Despite this, in a weird sense of clarity he started looking around at his surroundings.
It was an infirmary, like you would find in an anime. He looks to the right and a hobo glaring at them, while in a bright yellow sleeping bag. He started slipping out of the sleeping bag and I could see thin muscle, like that of a swimmer or a lightweight fighter under his sweater. His glare seemed to sharpen and WHAT THE FUCK! HIS EYES ARE GLOWING AND HIS HAIR IS FLOATING AND HE IS MARCHING RIGHT TOWARDS ME!
"Who are you? Where am I?" He asks.
A few seconds pass as his eyes scrunch.
"Who am I?"
*Aizawa's POV*
He had been going through a lot of emotions recently. His students were attacked, kidnapped, saved and All Might had retired. But right now he was pissed. He was dragged away from his students going to their dorms to come see the piss baby! HE Is ShoWiNg MorE BrAIn ActIVitY, she said. He is still your responsibility, she said. Sometimes Shots hated Recovery Girl.
Shota sat in his favorite sleeping bag, watching M*neta, and was surprised when he just started… moving. First his eyelids started flickering, and his toes crunched. A few second pauses and he opens his eyes. He starts looking at his hands. He looks… confused?
Then he started looking around, which is surprising, considering how little he ever used his brain. He slowly looks over at me, and I'm surprised at what I see.
He isn't showing any fear, more confusion. I was automatically more pissed, he should be afraid considering how much his actions put his classmates, the actual students of the class, in danger. I start shredding off my sleeping bag, ready to yeet him out the window. He seems to be paying more attention to me now. I start marching forward, and I feel the tingle of my quirk starting and my eyes slowly drying. M*ineta started showing something closer to fear, and I can feel a rant on the tip of my tongue when he starts asking something.
"Who are you?" he asks. What?
"Where am I?" he continues. WHAT?!
"Who am I?" He finishes. WHAT?!
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The hobo stops marching towards me, surprise filling his eyes, before they stop glowing and his floofy hair falls back into gravity, while I panic about remembering my name. If I hadn't been panicking, I would've realised that I asked this in Japanese.
He takes a long deep breath as his eye twitches and says, "I am Aizawa Shota, Pro-Hero Erasurehead, and your homeroom teacher." I stare at him, realising that he was speaking Japanese. Then I realize I understood what he said. Then I comprehend what he said. What the fuck. No seriously what the fuck?! Why am I talking to Aizawa! I know this isn't cosplay, he literally used his quirk right before me. Oh God who am I? Am I still me?! Am I someone else. Why am I so short?!
I calm myself down, counting down by 42 from 420, until I can comprehend what he is saying. "You are in the UA highschool infirmary, for a head injury. Your name is Minoru Mineta. And you are in deep shit." I freeze, and I feel like my mind was a sheet of class that cracked and shattered. I even heard the sound. I looked down and stared at my hands at a bit, making sure not to twitch, as I comprehend everything, and realize what I should do.
"Aizawa-san, most of those words sound familiar, but… I can't remember anything. Like, I know that UA is a hero highschool for quirk training… but I don't have any memories attached. And… I feel the same about my name. I can't… I can't remember anything about myself. What did I do Aizawa-san,? Why am I 'in deep shit'?" I ask slowly, still comprehending everything, before looking him in the eyes.
He stares into my eyes, looking for the piss rat I know my body used to be before he sighs. "To put it frankly kid, your class was attacked. And your previous actions… they put a lot of people in danger. By being a pervert and a coward who didn't try to become a hero." I stare at him, making sure to go over his words, despite already knowing this. "What happened? Was anybody hurt because of me? And… oh God, how bad of a pervert was I?"
He stares, and I can hear a growl building up in him. "We were at summer camp for training, and we were attacked by the League of Villains. Several students were hurt. One was kidnapped. Our symbols of peace almost died and retired on live TV. Nobody was hurt by you this time. But as it was, I was ready to expel and replace you from the hero course. As for how bad you were. It went all the way from crude remarks to trying to scale a wall with your quirk to see all the girls naked. You were never deticated to anything than perversion, literally all the time."
I stare, going through all those scenes in my head and I genuinely feel the need to retch from revulsion. I always hated Mineta. He was always so gross. And now… and now I was going to be associated with those horrible actions. I stare at my small hands, filled with shame. Suddenly I remember I don't know anything, so I start whispering, "oh God, what kind of person was I? Oh god. You said I used my quirk… what is it?"
He looks at me, a lot more calm than before, and says, "pop off, a weak mixture of your parents quirks, allowing you to detatch parts of your hair, as little sticky spheres. The stickiness depends on how your "feeling" but your immune to them yourself. Your mother's quirk is mutant hair manipulation, allowing her to controll, her hairs to move and manipulate it's length, color and tensile strength. Your father's quirk is a mutant emotional dna munipulation, allowing him to change shape, size, color, and even some minor emitter ability from his manipulation. From his body through emotion and thought. According to your parents, your quirk didn't show up until your early puberty at 10, when you started to get teenage hormones."
I stare at him, surprised by the amount of info, and think about the character of Mineta. His overlying emotion is always horny. He is always more horny than he is happy, scared, or anything. And before I started feeling that, I may have never had enough emotion and thought to use my quirk.
So I wonder… maybe my quirk isn't pop off… but a form of hair manipulation. I start rubbing my ball fair, and I can feel my hair starting to straighten out. It's uncurling from a sticky compact ball, into actual hair. I focus an this, and I can feel energy going through my hair, as it falls limp. Into a nice Bob, like Jiro's hair, but purple. I then start focusing on an emotion, my eyes squinted close. Anger. Anger that I was killed and made into this little bit h boy. Anger that I would never tease my little sister again. Just put anger. Suddenly, I can feel a light heat and and a new light dances near my eyes, and when I open them, I find my hair on fire.
I stare at it, and realize how fucked up Mineta was. He never felt anything but perversion, to the point his horniness was all he knew. The fire starts burning hotter, and I decide to try and move it around. It takes a lot of concentration, but I'm eventually able to make it move and grow, and as my anger fades in place of that concentration, I find myself surprised that the fire doesn't disappear.
Until I remember, that right, it's emotion, concentration, and a mutant quirk with emitter possibilities. I feel a flow of energy that I hadn't really remembered shut off as my hair stops blazing, despite still moving, and I realize Aizawa must have shut down my emitter based part. I look over to the tired teacher and say, "Aizawa-san, was I perhaps considered a sociopath before my quirk awoke with my early hormones?" His eyes widen and he goes over to look at my medical history. He stares for a few seconds before staring at me, before nodding.
I sit there for a bit before saying, "if my teenage hormones were needed for my quirk, it probably locked away my emotions too. And if I was suddenly slammed with them I probably grabbed onto something easy to feel, perversion. And if that's all I ever felt, then that's all my hair ever morphed and reacted too." I pull out a hair, and see that I can still manipulate it with my mind. "Now I'm definitely not excusing my actions, as I was clearly terrible, but at least it's good to know. And now I have a lot of training to do, because I have a lot of things to try…"
After a few seconds pause, with Aizawa just staring I go, "hmmm" and I slowly wrap my body in my hair. My father could change his body. So I wonder… slowly, inside the hair cacoon, my body grows 2 feet taller, my body, voice and looks start to morph. My eyes start to gain actual color in the Iris. I fill out some missing muscle mass as I slowly ungrow my hair from around my body, to about 1' 7" long. "Aizawa-san, I believe I understand my quirk better now. It's like my dad's quirk, but all concentrated in my hair. And since it's all in one place, in a smaller package, it's more powerful…" Aizawa continues to stare for a bit before he slowly nods and sighs in a "I need a drink" kind of way.
The silence grows until a short old lady, in a lab coat and a pink visor walks into the room, stares for a few seconds at her rapidly different patient, and just shakes her head and drags Aizawa out so he can explain everything to her and the other teachers. While they do that, I stare at myself, thinking about what I remember from the show. I'm after MOST of what I know. Next up is dorms, class bonding, who knows what kind of filler that wasn't animated, training, special moves, the license exam, etc. There's still a lot to do.
*Meanwhile at the teachers lounge… 3rd person POV*
Everything was dead silent. Everyone was staring at Aizawa, who had explained everything. How the biggest annoyance in school forgot everything about themself. How they hated how gross they were. The fact that said very emotional annoyance was once a sociopath. And just how long everyone thought their quirk was just sticky perv balls.
Nezu, one of the smartest minds to ever grace the planet, slowly put down their tea cup and said what everyone was thinking. "What the fuck." Everyone sighed as it was finally said, while Nezu continued to think about everything. This changed so much, yet so little. The past still exists, and so does everyones complaints about Minoru's past actions. And they had a right to those complaints, because that Minoru was a disgusting gremlin who never should have been walked into this school.
But now… this new one figured out so much about his past despite not knowing anything about it himself, and was even able to discover so much about his quirk. This situation… it called for more tea. So Nezu picks up his cup and his team pot, and everyone freezes, seeing this. Aizawa is the first to speak, before Nezu can go into his tea madness, "welp, have fun thinking about everything. I'm going to go get the pi- no, Minoru, and I'm going to have a talk with Class 1-A and him. Principal Nezu, are there any changes to expelling him?"
Nezu looks up, dissatisfied with how quickly Aizawa was able to stop him and he hums. "We will give this new Minoru-chan a chance. Two months from now, we will be re-evaluating his new actions, and deciding whether he stays, moves classes or is expelled." Aizawa nods, while everyone just stares, before sighing and agreeing with the principal.
*Aizawa POV*
After that Trainwreck of a meeting, I hurry back to the infirmary to find Minoru messing with his quirk, as he somehow made his hair into some decent clothes, and a knife that he was running his finger on to test the sharpness. At least he is testing it correctly. I knock on the door, knowing what happens if I surprise a kid with a knife to his finger and he turns his attention to me. He closes his eyes and I see a sheath for the knife being formed. He slowly stands up as he puts the knife into its covering and into a pocket on his right.
As he stands up, his legs wobble and I realize he is about to fall. I get ready to catch him, but he takes a deep breath, and forces his body to work. "Aizawa-san, could you pass me some crutches. Despite my attent to fill my muscle mass to a reasonable amount, these muscles aren't necessarily used to my new body, or made perfectly on the first try. Oh yeah, and I would like to be associated with something other than Mineta Minoru, since it is apparent that the name brings up bad memories. I don't care what, but I will need help for a different name idea." I nod, deciding not to speak before finding a pair of crutches that match his size. I pass them over and watch as he adjusts his arms. "Follow me" he nods and we slowly walk to the dorms.
When we get there, I can see Minoru analyzing the building, and his eyes filled with several emotions. Sadness, anger, remorse, and a hint of joy. The situation he is in, now knowing about what he has done. Who he was. He seems to hate himself for it. But… that joy. What is it? I will make sure to watch and see.
We walk into the dorm commons, to see my idiotic pinning students. The Bakusquad as they called themselves were laying together on the 3 man couch, somehow fitting all of them. The Deku Crew were also laying around, but more spread out. Asui and Uraraka were talking, Todoroki and The Problem Child™ were theorising, while Iida was in the back, chopping at the air like always. Finally off to the side was Yaoyorozu and Jirou were listening to music.
In a moment that made me proud as an educator and sad as their teacher, all 12 of them turned around alert and quite once I walked in with someone they didn't recognize. I sigh, as this was going to be a long talk. "Before I begin, Iida, please gather Kota, Shoji, Tokoyami, Hagakure, Ojirou, Ayoma, and Satou." Iida nods and runs off, thankfully without using his quirk.
A few minutes later and the entire class is gathered and paying attention to me, trying not to stare at what once was Minoru. "To begin, as a class, you will be given 107537.00 yen a week for groceries. I would have you split it up evenly, but everyone needs a different amount of different things because of quirk physiology and your different diets. Anything you don't use, you may keep. Secondly, the rules. Try not to kill each other, don't let me catch you breaking big laws, and avoid breaking stuff. If I'm needed for a non emergency, like a surplus of broken things, or a class announcement, there is a messaging board in here, that is as unbreakable as possible. If there IS an emergency, such as midoriya breaking his bones again, psychological problems like big breakdowns, allergy problems, or possible villains, there is a emergency button that you may open and press over there." I point over to said button and continue, "third, on school nights, lights out is at 11 pm. On oof days, try to get enough sleep to function." I sigh and prepare myself for the big one.
"Finally, an update on the Minoru situation. As you know, Minoru got a major head injury while at summer camp. After the Bakugou incident, we the teachers reviewed his actions, and found that once he awakens from his coma, he will be expelled and replaced with a promising student. Unfortunately, a problem has arisen. Mineta has in fact, awoken. The problem is, he has lost all memory. When he awoke, he didn't remember his name, where he was or who I am. He knew nothing of who he was and what he did. Once he was informed, he was blatantly disgusted with his previous actions and perversion. After he was told about this, he inquired a bit about what happened. I was surprised that he was immediately concerned with others. Furthermore, with some digging, we've found a few things out. Before Minoru originally got his quirk, he was a sociopath, incapable of falling much emotion. Once his quirk came in at 10, which was linked to early puberty, it appears the ability to feel emotion overwhelmed him and his mind broke a bit, before latching onto perversion. This is why no matter how scared he was or how in danger the class was, he was still focusing on such thoughts. This has been found to be true, but he said it doesn't excuse his previous actions. Along with that, it was found because his quirk was linked to emotion, and all he felt was lust, his quirk was actually different than anticipated. It is not simply pop off. That was a link to his broken mind. It's a mutant emitter hybrid that he got from his parents allowing him to manipulate his hair, in many ways, and use his hair to change his body. He even has the ability to change its composition, and do things like turn it into elements, like fire and such. All things considered, he will be given a two month period, for us to see improvement or regression. Whether he is kicked out is up to this new him. I know this is a lot, but please, hold your comments and questions until after everything is up and over with."
I step to the side and nod to Minoru and I watch as he steps forward and starts to speak. "Hello everyone, it's nice to meet you all. First off, I would like to sincerely apologize to you all." As he says this, he throws away the crutches, and bows as deeply as he could without falling. "I am so sorry for the previous actions I had made against you as a class, and especially to the ladies who dealt with my advances and creepiness." I have to admit, at least he is making it clear that he truly means it. "From what I have been told, I do not feel like I deserve a second chance. I feel awful for the actions I am associated with that I cannot remember. I will do my best to show you I am different. To start off, I could tell from your reactions, that my previous name is repulsive to you, for what it means to you, and as such, I wish that you call me something else. I don't think I've done anything to warrant a real name, so for now, please call me O2, as if I am a new different version." I honestly feel surprised by how far he is going, with this, to not even have a real name. I nod to him respectfully and I wait to see the classes reactions.
At the beginning, everyone was staring, watching for any falsehood, which was good, it meant they were growing as future heros. The first to look relieved about O2 was only after his full apology. In order, Shoji, Jirou, Ochako, Asui, Mina, Momo, Izuku and then Tenya (who had been waiting for the some of the girls reactions) believed him. Then it was Denki, Kirishima, Ayoma, Tokoyami, Satou, Kota, Sero, Hagakure (whose clothes became more relaxed) Ojirou, and Todoroki who were convinced by the blatant name change. It was Bakugou who kept staring at O2 with a critical eye before giving a nod and a slightly smaller scowl.
O2 just stood there, still bowing with shame, even after a minute from finishing what he was saying. After another minute, everyone realized that he seemed to be bowing deeper, until they realized his legs were buckling like crazy and it looked like it took a ton of will power not to fall, or stop bowing so he wouldn't fall.
They watched on ready to see his conviction, before after another minute a voice could be heard. "Someone give him back his crutches, kero." Asui had decided to be kind, and I watched on as Iida quickly grabbed O2's crutches and handed them to him. He slowly used them for support and a lot of sweat could be seen on his face as he gave a thankful look towards Asui.
I just nodded and walked out the door, a lot less pissed than I was just an hour ago, ready to see what was to come.