MHA: Second chance

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Chatted with the hero for some more time and agreed on dates after classes, every day, in the medical room. After hearing my predictions that he would forget about his injury in about a month, the hero admitted that there was no punishment and he was just scaring me for being cheeky in such a dangerous situation. Then he agreed that my intervention and temporary elimination of Nomu was even good, there's no telling how the situation would have turned out if he had spent all his remaining strength on that monster. Good thing he's smart and understands that, in the original Midoriya was only moments away from death in that situation. And when we got to talking, I also admitted that I wanted to test my powers, not to cover for him, the Almighty gave me a grin, but our conversation ended on a positive note.

When the teacher left I looked at my watch - it's still two hours till lunch. How long will I be marinated here?

Yes, many people might say that I've made an ugly start in gaining the trust of the strongest hero, but who cares in the end? I need it to get a positive reputation, if I kill someone in combat, and here the most revered hero will cover me as a positive guy who did not realise the danger of his powers, because, basically, I'm good and generally he returned to the line, although I can not return the quirk to him, I do not rewind time, although, I'm restoring the body to a younger state, in general, I do not know how my treatment will work with his quirk. And of course I want to join the secret club of those in the know about One for All, which will give me even more credibility.

I lay in my bunk until lunchtime, I thought about running away to the canteen, but I had to eat my lunch in the medical room, and towards evening, about the time the class was about to finish, there was a knock at my door.

- Yes, come in! - Mina must have come to check on me, after everything that happened she could be called my girlfriend.

- Hi Toru, - Kyoka Jiro appeared at the door, - how are you, how are you feeling?

- I'm fine, thanks,' I smiled at the girl who walked in, and the phone on the table vibrated. While the girl was sitting on the chair next to the bed, he unlocked the phone and there was a message from Mina: 'Hi! I tried to get in to see you this morning, but they wouldn't let me in. The nurse said you're doing well and you'll come to class in a couple of days. I'm sorry, I can't come round now, we're going to Uraraka's. Any plans for the weekend?'. I didn't answer right away, I have a visitor after all, but the demonette's constant visits to Ochako bother me, maybe Uraraka has a crush on Mina instead of me?

- Erm,' the girl was looking at me silently, smiling, and I spoke first, out of awkwardness, 'you wanted to talk to me?

- Yes,' she nodded without changing her expression, 'I heard from the girls that you have no idea who Noon is. That you've never seen him, and you're sticking to one of an unbelievable number of theories about who it could be.

- Well, yes, - I smiled, relaxed, it seems that Jiro is one of a million fans of my books, well, they are not really invented by me, partly so I decided to hide my involvement in them in this world, no, of course, there are personalities, which this fact I will attach to me, but the world fame I do not need - I like the version of the advanced neural network, I like new technologies and everything that is associated with them, and not once heard that my mother talked on the phone with this very midday genius ...

- That's how it is, - the girl nodded and during my story her smile grew wider and wider. What is she so happy about? - Well, then I'll share with you a very interesting theory, - said Jiro, - it's even more interesting than yours, - she raised her finger up, - it's so unbelievable that on the network it is always very aggressively met for some reason, - it looks like my arse, but maybe there's a chance? I didn't just pick my luck, did I? - and it says that the Harry Potter, Star Wars and this year's record-breaking Lord of the End series all came out of the hands of a guy Arizu Mochizuki adopted at the age of four!

- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,' I laughed at the top of my lungs, playing along with the actual facts, but it looks like Mammy and I went overboard with the manipulation and the scheme started working in reverse. The thing is, the internet is a pretty unique place, if you have a lot of money, you can manipulate the public consciousness quite confidently, just by leaving countless comments with the content you want to implement. In this simple way I asked Ariza to hire a couple of offices that would monitor these kinds of ideas and drown all these geniuses, and people, noticing such a wave of oesophageal waste, are very happy to bathe the author of the idea in it. And it works, after all, for twelve years no one has thought of a seemingly obvious fact, except for my age. Back to the conversation with the girl, - this idea I really like, and who does not want to be a superstar? - continued to laugh, but the girl, did not react at all, - at four years old wrote Potter, and I'm good!

- Well, that's not all I wanted to say, the point is that I didn't really like the main plot, yes it's good, after all it's acknowledged even by the world critics, but the love stories that smell of some kind of perversion, m-m-m, - she sniffed, as if it were Jiro's favourite dish, - my soul is burning! - and I was baffled. She didn't like what I stole, but what I wrote? - So I got up the courage to go to the place where I could get the truth, the orphanage where the kid was adopted.

- Yes, I remember that lousy place.

- Oh,' she exclaimed, 'it's a thriving place, and somebody donates a lot of money to it all the time.

- I have no idea what you mean... - of course it was me and my mum, intimidation is good, but not always, and the money option works even better.

- Well, no and no, - she easily agreed, - so, I went first to the one who runs the place and at the first mention of the guy or Arizu, I just got kicked out the door, don't you think it's strange? - I just shook my head, - but as luck would have it, that very day, a guy came in for a reference, can you imagine? And what was my shock when it turned out that about twelve years ago, this guy had suffered a lot at the hands of the rabble-rousers with whom Mrs Motizuki herself had visited the place?

- That bastard even pissed in my slippers twelve years later...

- Come on, don't say that, he may be a fruit, but thanks to him, I'm sure it's you! You wrote all this! And I'm sure I want to be yours! Kayama Toru, please make me yours!