Sneak Peak of new novel

I don't think I can upload a chap today, so instead you can have a sneak peak of my new novel for MHA. Its about a detective hero and the first chap is just his backstory that motivated him to become a Detective in the first place, its pre-canon

Sorry about all the delays, I'm on my last week of school and they refuse to keep me without work.

Hope you enjoy the chapter :)

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I was reincarnated into the world of My Hero Academia, an anime I barely had any knowledge of but the iconic propaganda of anime-like heroes gave enough evidence of it.

The world of My Hero Academia was an idealistic world where heroes and superpowers were real. A much more hypocritical world than my first one. The heroes defeat the villains in broad daylight while they ignore the many crimes that thrive in the darkness.

I was one of the many victims of the crimes that they ignored. I was thrown away by the orphanage and sold to a red light district. I had no choice in the matter, the child trafficker had a quirk that allowed him to gain control of an underdeveloped nervous system. He cut off any emotions and any control we had of our bodies and threw us to their customers. We still felt everything, but our bodies weren't able to express the emotions we felt.

The experience broke me mentally, we were thrown to any customer that liked our appearance, our apathetic displays weren't able to deter their perverted tendencies. I was apparently a favourite due to my exotic appearance, my eyes and my hair weren't something seen before so my appearance always caught the customers eyes. The things they did to me was something I would have nightmares of each night and it eventually broke me. All I wanted at that point was just to die and return to the serene embrace of death, the peaceful sea my soul traveled before my reincarnation. It was something I began craving and hoping for. However, ironically I was brutally rejected of that luxury. My body, at one point, couldn't take the activities it had to experience and just like that the strings on my body broke, I could feel the peace I so craved right before my grasp, but it was cruelly taken away from me. My body awakened its quirk at that moment, they assumed I had awakened a high regeneration quirk, a happy occasion for them as their favourite toy could last for longer but I knew my body better. The condition I had returned to was the same health I was at when I first came there. I had awakened a time reversal of some kind, the revelation devastated me and I lost any will I had left to live. I was a puppet in both mind and body at that point. All the others died and were replaced but I stayed there snd I was put through even more torture due to the discovery of the quirk I had, and eventually a painful four years passed where my body kept returning to its optimum health.

There was no hope for help, it was something I discovered early on due to one of the conversations one of the customers had in front of me. I understood from that conversation, most of the customers were public figures that represented the mass. I then understood who the guards that stood in front of the doors were. They were bribed heroes. I couldn't even care at that point, the information didn't shock me, I never had any hope in the heroes in the first place, if they couldn't find a child trafficker that has been active for 5 years then they weren't going to find him at all.

Surprisingly they were able to find him and arrest all the corrupt officials with him, but I was the only survivor as he was out looking for more children to traffic during the time of capture. However, it was much too late for their heroic arrival, yet, they stood in front of the cameras shamelessly and accepted all the thanks the media gave them. I couldn't care less about what they did or what they claimed, but, there was only one man who stayed away from the media, his face was so filled with guilt, I'd think he killed his family. The hero was the one who led the operation, a hero named Gran Torino. He was different, he was a person who genuinely wanted to help, he was a genuine hero. He didn't offer hollow apologies, he didnt didnt stand in front of me waiting for my thanks nor did he put up appearances and ask how I was for the media. He just picked me up and escorted me to the hospital, leaving the rest of the work to other heroes. Once he understood my condition, he took matters into his own hands and adopted me, knowing that another orphanage wouldn't do me any good. Despite me only speaking to him once during the operation, he took me in. He took me home and I started living with him from there on out.

However, I was never able to speak to him, I kept my silence for months and all my movements were automated with no will in them. I kept craving for the peaceful sleep within that sea I once experienced, however, my craving slowly went away with the man's assistance. Every day, at every moment of free time he had, he sat down with me and spoke with me of his day. It was incessant ramblings, but he understood that it was too late for any apologies. He never lost his patience with me and continued his stories. Sitting with me had provided me with a comforting and calming effect and slowly I had begun to seek him out, so I could keep away my suicidal thoughts. Within in due time, my craving for death began to wither and change into wanting to respond to his silly stories.

Due to the trafficker's quirk, I had lost any connection to my body and once he was detained, they had found a way to cancel it but he had done his damage to me. I had forgotten how to speak nor was I able to express any emotions. But, the hero's stories made me want to respond to his determination to help me. I tried and tried to somehow use my voice but it never came out. It took me months of practice to barely use my voice. One day, the man came in a little bit more dejected than normal, but he still came and talked to me about his day. His ramblings, once again, calmed me and pushed my devils away, and once he finished, he just sat there providing me with a comforting silence. Gathering my courage I spoke to him.

''What's your name?'' I asked, my voice raspy and quiet, at that point I had never gotten to ask his actual name.

The man just looked at me wide-eyed, before tearing up and hugging me tightly in joy, my body stiffened upon such contact as the memories of what happened to me flashed through my mind, but when I looked at the ecstatic man, I relaxed. His happiness caused my body to heat up in a comforting warmth, an emotion forgein and long forgotten to me. He just looked at me, his body shaking in pure joy and his eyes filled with hope.

''My name… my name is Sorahiko Torino, what's your name?'' He voiced through his happy sobs.

He most likely already knew my name, but I still responded.

''Utsuro'' My voice sounded like someone scratching a whiteboard, but that was all I could muster. But, it seemed to turn the man's day around as he brought me a bucket load of his favourite taiyaki and fed me it. From there on out, he decided to take me to a hospital to check on the development of my body. It turns out that the trafficker quirk had cut most of the nerves connected to my emotional side and even after months my body wasn't able to repair them. To add to that, me not talking most of my life had caused the muscles at the voice box to be underdeveloped and deformed meaning that speaking more than a few words would exhaust the muscles. Despite everything, Torino was determined to provide the best treatment. He was a man that lived with so much determination, determination that I couldn't understand. So one of the days he was talking to me, I asked him a question.

''Why do you live?'' that was all I could muster from my raspy voice. He just looked at me, before calling his agency, telling them he was taking a month off.

''Tomorrow, I'll take you around the country and I'll show you why I live'' He said, his eyes filled with so much determination and courage. His will to live was bright, too bright. I didn't want to look, lest it infected me as well. But, I couldn't help but approach it and look at something I've long lost. I just wondered what it was like to truly live my life, to live so brightly like him.

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