"Hello? Still on this planet?"
Yu Takeyama's voice cut through the kitchen's silence. Izuku blinked, snapping out of a trance. He had been staring intently at his coffee cup for what felt like an eternity, but it had probably only been ten minutes. He looked up.
"Sorry," he muttered. ...
2025-09-22 23:38:44 +0000 UTC View Post
"The couch," Izuku said, with a seriousness so out of place it was almost comical. His gaze was fixed on the splintered wood and torn upholstery. "It's definitely broken. And I think it was pine. A poor choice for a piece of furniture meant to bear weight."
Yu's voice was a high-pitched sh...
"No… Mrs. Tanaka, I swear… they had Quirks… the dogs flew away and disappeared over the horizon…"
Izuku's voice was a sleepy mumble, an echo of a recurring nightmare mixing with the comfort of a deep sleep. He felt an unusual warmth, a pleasant weight on his leg that kept him in a ...
Normalcy was a luxury Izuku Midoriya could no longer afford. He tried, desperately, to act as if nothing had happened. He sat at his desk, took out his books, and pretended to listen to Present Mic's explanation of English grammar. But it was useless. His eyes, as if they had a will of their own,...
2025-09-22 01:04:26 +0000 UTC View Post
U.A. was a living organism, and its hallways were the arteries pumping students from one place to another. Izuku moved against the current, a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar.
"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered to himself, dodging a group of students from the support course. "H...
2025-09-22 01:03:32 +0000 UTC View Post
The bell marking the end of the school day was a starting pistol. As their classmates scattered, talking about video games and afternoon plans, Izuku and Ochako exchanged a knowing glance across the classroom. They met discreetly near the exit, trying to blend in with the tide of students.
...
2025-09-22 01:02:45 +0000 UTC View Post
U.A.'s Gamma Field was a vast, depressing open space that smelled of damp grass and broken dreams. Or, at least, that's how most of Class 1-A perceived it. Dressed in their gym uniforms, they felt exposed under the listless gaze of Shota Aizawa.
"Alright, listen up," Aizawa said, his voice ...
2025-09-22 01:01:39 +0000 UTC View Post
The morning of Izuku's first day at U.A. smelled of burnt toast and imminent victory. Inko had tried to make a special breakfast and, in her enthusiasm, had forgotten to watch the toaster. Now, as Izuku tied the laces of his striking red sneakers, she handed him a small notebook and a pen with th...
2025-09-22 01:00:33 +0000 UTC View Post
The first week of the new training regimen was nothing like dragging tires across the beach. It was a battle fought in the silence of their living room, and the enemy was Inko Midoriya’s own mind—a far more stubborn adversary than any rusty refrigerator.
Izuku, having turned himself int...
2025-09-22 00:55:03 +0000 UTC View Post
The polished concrete hallway stretched out, silent under the artificial light. The only sound was the rubber soles of six pairs of boots on the floor, a rhythmic and oppressive echo. Jack walked in the center of the diamond formation of federal marshals, his wrists bound by a device of titanium ...
2025-09-22 00:39:25 +0000 UTC View Post
The rumble of applause and the flashes of cameras seemed to follow Yuls down the courthouse hallway, a dull noise that couldn't drown out Miller's voice in her head. She stopped a few feet from the exit, leaning against the cold wall.
Now, alone, the building's air conditioning gave her go...
"Kurenai-sensei!"
Naruto's shout cut through the silence of the house. Kurenai, who was reviewing a map on the dining room table, straightened up abruptly, her hand instinctively moving to the kunai pouch on her thigh.
Naruto burst into the main room, his breathing ragged. His wide ...
Through the holes of the porcelain mask, his dark eyes glanced over the Uchiha as if he were a stone in the road. They fixed on the pink-haired girl standing a few steps behind.
The masked figure moved. A blink later, he reappeared. He was inches from Sakura's face, so close she could see ...
"Sasuke, get up. It's time."
Kakashi's voice, devoid of its usual lazy tone, cut through the thin veil of sleep. Sasuke opened his eyes in the gloom. There was no sunlight, only the bluish gray that precedes the dawn. For an instant, instinct took over, the need to react to a presence in h...
"I still can't believe it."
Sakura's voice was barely a whisper in the quiet of the forest, so low it was almost lost in the sound of her footsteps on the dead leaves. She stopped for a second, raising her hands to look at them under the pale moonlight.
"Did I really do that?"
The afternoon sun filtered through the large window of Yu's apartment, casting long shadows and tinting the room a melancholy orange. Hours had passed since they returned from Campo Beta. Hours in which silence had replaced Mirko's chaotic energy, leaving a quiet that was part relief and part a n...
2025-09-19 22:17:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Yu's voice was barely a thread of sound, a tiny, panic filled whisper struggling to escape from Izuku's jacket.
"Izuku… what do we do now?"
He stood completely frozen. His brain, which normally operated a mile a minute analyzing hero tactics, was now trying to process a series of ...
"Ready for a little science, squirt?" Mirko's voice echoed in the deserted plaza, charged with an energy that seemed to make the air vibrate. "I need a boost. A good one. I wanna see if I can break the sound barrier in a hundred-meter dash."
Yu Takeyama crossed her arms, her expression a p...
Sasuke's roar of victory was deafening. But a second later, it was drowned out by a sound that had nothing to do with celebration.
A BOOM.
Dull, deep, and violent. Coming from the stadium's structure itself.
From the forest, nearly a kilometer away, the explosion was a surrea...
"This might feel... weird," Naruto warned. "Like static electricity, or like sticking your hand in a cool stream. Or maybe like getting struck by lightning! I really don't know. Hinata said it tickled."
A faint, nervous smile formed on Sakura's lips. It was strangely comforting that Naruto...
Tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll be inactive and won't be posting on any of the platforms where I publish because I have to travel. I have already written chapter 42 of Naruto’s Falna System: Goddess of Kunoichi Path, chapter 98 of Bestowing Falna on the Kunoichi, and chapter 18 of BNHA: Dog Walker to...
2025-09-17 06:12:16 +0000 UTC View Post
"I can't believe this."
Yu Takeyama's voice, muffled by the rim of her coffee mug, cut through the Sunday morning silence. She was sunk into a corner of the sofa, with a pile of papers on the coffee table.
"I swear, being a pro hero is more about filling out reports on dented street...
Inko Midoriya, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail and dressed in athletic clothes that fit a new, firm body, moved through the kitchen with the efficiency of a five-star chef. She sliced strawberries with a quick, precise rhythm, tossed them into the blender, and measured out the protein powde...
2025-09-17 05:17:04 +0000 UTC View Post
A week later, the air in the Midoriya apartment had changed. It no longer smelled of stillness, but of ginger tea and the faint sweat of effort. Inko Midoriya, wearing a tank top and leggings that looked fantastic on her, was in the middle of the living room, trying to hold her balance in a gravi...
2025-09-17 05:15:51 +0000 UTC View Post
The girl blinked, her large brown eyes fixed on him, the blush of embarrassment still coloring her cheeks. Izuku’s smile faltered slightly. Maybe I came on too strong. Maybe my comment was stupid.
"Oh, hi!" she said, her voice a bit shrill with surprise. "Thanks! Yeah, I almost w...
2025-09-17 05:13:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Synopsis
My Hero's Journey didn't kick off with a dream of justice, but with a pair of thighs. Twenty-meter-tall ones, belonging to the hero Mt. Lady, no less.
Everyone knew me as Izuku Midoriya. The kid with a useless Quirk, 'Trainer'—only good for teaching poodl...
The echo of the Emperor's order—"GET THAT WRETCH OUT OF MY SIGHT!"—still hung heavy in the air. The silence left by Wei Feng's chaotic expulsion was heavy, thick with humiliation, anger, and a palpable confusion. The banquet was in ruins; the atmosphere, poisoned.
Into that tense silenc...
2025-09-17 04:57:30 +0000 UTC View Post
“Looks like the head peacock wants to sing,” grumbled Fatty Meng from the balcony, peeking out from the edge of the heavy velvet curtains.
Wei Feng drained his cup and passed the silver invitation over. “Hold this for me. I don’t want to spill wine on it.” His smile was lazy, but ...
2025-09-17 04:56:33 +0000 UTC View Post
The banquet was at its peak, a noisy sea of silk and forced smiles. At the head table, Young Master Jin Tian was in the middle of a story, his voice ringing with heroic confidence.
"—and so, with the beast cornered in the ravine, knowing my men depended on me, I unsheathed my Golden Sword...
2025-09-17 04:54:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Wei Feng lounged in his chair, an island of indifference in a sea of courtly tension. He had arrived early, securing a side table with an impeccable view and, more importantly, easy access to the servants' trays. He already had in his possession a jug of wine he had managed to pilfer and a plate ...
2025-09-17 04:53:35 +0000 UTC View Post