1 Chapter 1 (Part 1 of 3)

"Bruh." 

I almost laugh out loud at the kid in front of me trying to pick a fight. I find the thought of him trying to be Intimidating with an ass Quirk like long fingers hilarious.

"What is it, Oosuki? Scared? At a loss for words?" The pimple-faced loser leans forward mockingly.

I just set down my bag at one of the tables and sigh, he's obviously not gonna let me leave.

"Alright, first of all, use deodorant, we're in junior high I shouldn't have to tell you this." My statement catches him completely off guard as he stammers and backs away in embarrassment, I see his cheeks turn especially red as the people around us start snickering.

In truth he doesn't really smell bad, but insulting someone's smell whether it be bad breath or general B.O, is the fastest way to make them self conscious, even if you know you don't smell for some reason humans are just wired to be embarrassed.

"Second of all I told you and everyone else to call me Akira not Oosuki, that's mad cringe bruh."

"And finally I wasn't paying attention earlier, what do you want?" I ask, this wasn't an embarrassment tactic or anything I genuinely have no idea what he wants.

At this point Daddy Long Fingers is completely mortified. I swear I see tears in his eyes and I almost feel bad especially when the people around us start outright laughing.

My pity is immediately bottomed out when, presumably to save face charges at me with his fist cocked back, "You think you're funny!?" He cries out.

'People are so annoying'. Faster than the eye can track I'm already behind him I jab the back of my elbow to the back of his neck and he crumbles like a stack of cards.

People around us were screaming and running around, some already called the teacher which is such an overreaction for a little spat.

I swear one kid with a donut for a head pulls out his phone and starts screaming world star.

Hearing the voice of custodians and staff trying to pass through the gathered mob, I take it as my cue to leave. Teleporting out of the classroom to the nearest empty one, I make my way home.

'God, I forgot how much I hate middle school, I can't believe I have to do it twice, high school is worse too.' I think in despair, I'm not usually so moody and antisocial, but ever since I first transmigrated into my least favorite anime, I have had this migraine that just won't go away.

Considering I've been here for almost a week now, that is an almost one week long headache, I've gone to the doctors here in Japan, my new mother, the most doting and paranoid person in the world even shelled out the big bucks to take me to specialists with healing quirks.

They all came back to the same conclusion, there is nothing wrong with me and I shouldn't be experiencing any pain, eventually I had to lie to my new mother and say the pain went away. It was the only way to get her to stop paying for expensive treatments that obviously weren't working.

I shouldn't have used my Quirk earlier. It just made my headache worse. The body I ended up transmigrating into had a Quirk, which is cool and all, but Akira Oosuki ended up getting the short end of the stick, his Quirk allowed him to teleport, fantastic right? Not really, it wasn't a bad Quirk by any means, it certainly allowed for lots of small conveniences.

But my Quirk, simply named Teleport, just isn't very versatile. I have to picture a place or a person and I can teleport there/to them, so long as I have the Stamina required for it.

I can only teleport myself, or objects, but not other people. The Quirk actually doesn't sound that bad, again not the best but not bad.

The catch is the amount of Stamina it requires to teleport, just teleporting a few meters makes you feel like you ran a mile or two.

As a kid could probably teleport about four or five times a day before he passed out, regardless of distance. If he wanted to teleport further than he drained Stamina even faster.

I wasn't too bummed when I first learned about my weak Quirk, I was and admittedly still am grateful I even got a second chance.

There's something to be said about choosing beggars after all.

Plus, if I'm being honest, I'm not convinced that's all there is to my quirk.

For one thing, one of the most basic rules of MHA is that the more you train your Quirk the stronger it gets, obviously.

Katsuki Bakugo, or I guess I should say Katsumi Bakugo, didn't start off making giant ass explosions. She could make little sparks at best, but she trained and she trained hard.

Previous Akira didn't train at all, he quickly got discouraged when he kept passing out. So he decided to just use it for little things, completely abandoning his childhood dream of being a hero.

Kids are fickle like that.

I'd love to test the intricacies of the Quirk, my absolute maximum range, whether it can increase artificially? Or if it just increases slightly with age. Since Stamina is such a big part of my Quirk if I started marathon training, would that allow me to use it more?

There's so many answers just waiting to be unraveled, but considering whenever I teleport it makes my already hurting cranium throb even more, training my Quirk further is just a pipe dream.

'I'll probably have to live with this migraine for the rest of my life. I guess I should just accept it.'

Getting lost in my thoughts, I finally arrive at my home, thankfully it didn't take that long, I don't live very far from the school after all.

Entering I announce my arrival but receive no reply from my mother, considering she always, always replies, it's safe to assume she's not home.

Deciding to go lie down I barely make it to my bedframe when I collapse to my knees in pain.

"AAHHH! FUCK!" I grip the sides of my skull and start rolling around my floor in pain. I'm not one to voice my pain, but this is the worst pain I've ever felt and I suffered second degree burns in my previous life.

If there is any consolation to this awful situation, it's that humans are not built to withstand that amount of pain so very quickly I feel my eyelids get heavy, my body go numb and my mind become clear.

'Am I gonna die? Again?' You would think I'd be more upset by my more than likely imminent demise, but though I would never consider suicide, I feel just a bit relieved I won't have to live the rest of my life in constant pain.

'I hope I'm reborn in High School DxD this time.' With those probably being my final thoughts I drift unconscious.

Just barely missing the monotone mechanical voice of an A.I speak within my head.

[Download Complete!]

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"Akira! Akira!"

I'm woken up by the incessant shaking of my body and the panicked voice of a woman calling out to me.

"Ah!" I gasp out startled before looking around and realizing my situation.

"Thank God you're okay!" Mamako sobs and throws herself onto my chest, her tears staining my shirt.

I turn to look at her and immediately feel guilty when I see her distressed appearance, tears cascading down her cheeks, brown hair disheveled and clothes ruffled. She looked like a mess, but what I truly felt guilty about was the sudden spike of lust I felt seeing her hot apparence.

'I shouldn't feel guilty, technically she's not my mother. She is my mother in blood alone!' The complete opposite of the normal saying.

Trying to push my guilt away and any weird lingering feeling OG Akira might have held towards his mother I try and comfort her.

"Hey calm down Mom, I'm fine." I say in what I hope is a soothing voice, gently stroking her hair.

It probably came off super awkward.

As my mother's crying got softer and her tear ducts started running out I got a sudden surge of messages in my head that almost made me jump out of my skin.

[Ding!]

[You have successfully comforted a woman.]

[Reward: 10 DS Points]

[Ding!]

[Through diligent effort your Charm has increased by 1!]

[Charm: 8 —> 9]

[Ding!]

[+2 Affection with Mamako Oosuki!]

'What the fuck! What is this thing!?' The answer was purely rhetorical, and also within my own head. I wasn't expecting an answer but I got one regardless.

[I am your Dating Simulator System, I will assist you in creating the best version of yourself to woo all the ladies this world has to offer.]

[I apologize for any discomfort you may have suffered during the transition or the downloading process.]

If the original messages weren't already alarming the following two definitely.

I had already started piecing things together, between the self inserting into an anime and this obvious cheat looking ability, I knew what was up. I've read enough trashy gamer fanfics to know where this was going.

The alarming aspect was the way it spoke, it could obviously read my thoughts so I tried questioning it there.

'Are you sentient?'

[No. I am an Artificial Intelligence designed to answer questions. I can only answer what you ask.]

'I guess that's okay.'

'Though I suppose you could be outright lying, but even if you were, I doubt there's anything I can do about it.' I have a thing about privacy, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that someone was watching me. Trust me, I know. My mother does it a lot and it wakes me up every time.

Wait…

I finally processed what my D.S.S said earlier. Are you saying this is what was causing my migraines?

You would think I'd be upset with the realization, but I was just thankful the headaches were gone.

'How did I not notice that after so many days of excruciating pain?'

I was ecstatic, in fact I was so ecstatic that I picked up my mother and spun her around in elation.

The sudden shift in mood surely left her more than a little confused, she yelped and anime kya'd, if I wasn't so happy I would've gagged in disgust.

"Akira!? What has gotten into you?" My mother questions after I put her down.

I smile for what feels like the first time in forever.

Her question for some reason makes me want to laugh, so I do. I laugh and I laugh until I cry. I probably looked like a psychopath.

I finally calm down, I expect to find my mother frightened having already called a shrink, instead I find her with yet again tears streaming down her face.

But this time it was different, I could tell by her wide smile and her happy expression that these were tears of joy.

I still ask though, "What's wrong mom?"

My mother just shakes her head and wipes away the tears as best as she can.

"I've been so worried recently, you haven't been the same the last week or so. Even before that you were becoming more and more standoffish, I attributed it to puberty or something, a sign you were growing up."

"But it was still worrying, between those awful headaches you were having and you sleeping all day. I don't remember the last time you smiled or looked remotely happy. You haven't even played your favorite video games you love so much."

"Seeing you like this," she chokes up, "It makes me really happy." She finishes with a wobbly smile.

I pull her in for a hug, I ignore the sudden dings, I ask D.S.S if they can mute the sound temporarily and he complies.

"And this! This too! I don't remember you ever initiating physical contact before." She emphasizes.

Yeah, old Akira was kind of an asshole. I understand growing up and being embarrassed by familial affection but he didn't have to be such a dick to his mother

Sure it's embarrassing, but he's lucky to have such an awesome mom, or at least he was.

After a few minutes of us just standing there enjoying the moment, we finally break apart.

"Now you're going to explain why I found you passed out on your bedroom floor, unconscious and unresponsive, I was this close to calling an ambulance." She tries to put on a serious expression to show she means business.

But it really just makes her look adorable with her puffed up cheeks and pouting expression.

"I will explain, but first-," my stomach growls with perfect comedic timing allowing me to emphasize my point, "Do you think we can make some food, I'm starving?"

My mother looks like she wants to say no and keep grilling me above my little fainting session but she would never deprive me of food, especially not when I'm hungry.

"Fine, but after that-, did you say 'we'." She asks incredulously.

"Hmm? Yeah, why? Is me, wanting to cook that surprising?" I ask.

"Yes." She answers simply.

"Well you better prepare yourself mom, because I have a feeling I'm going to be full of surprises from now on." I tell her.

"I doubt it'll be more surprising than you wanting to cook, I've tried for years to teach to cook or at least teach you to bake but you've always rejected me."

"Oh yeah?" I give her a challenging smile.

"I also want to try and become a hero." I say.

Which was true too, not because of any stupid reason like saving people, my motivations weren't so noble.

The truth is I'm an adrenaline junkie though my general demeanor might not clue you in, I love excitement, danger anything that can harm me is exhilarating. I'm no masochist, I don't like being hurt, it does nothing for me sexually, the potential of being hurt is what excites me.

My favorite thing in the world is fighting. I took Tae Kwon Do in my last life, purely to pick fights with people.

There is nothing I enjoy more in life than kicking someone's teeth in. The adrenaline rush I get when I'm at risk of losing my life or taking the life of another is incomparable, I've never had sex but I don't see how it could compare.

So yes, I do want to be a hero. For all the wrong reasons.

"WHAT!?" 

Though judging by my mother's reaction, maybe I should've held off on that one.

At least I can say I definitely surprised her.