Chapter 8:

(6 years later)

A lot has happened in the past six years.

Toga's new family was the best thing to have happened to her; they all had faced similar quirk discrimination in their lives, so they knew how to support each other through it. A month after being accepted in Vlad's family, she brought a blood bag into school for her to drink on. It was a big step for her.

Sure, a few people were put off by her happily sipping on a blood bag in class. The majority, however, didn't care enough about it and let her do her own thing. Their thought process was, why would she want their blood if she has a bag on hand, and why should I care about that? Iida did go on a rant about it, not because of any discriminative views he may have had; no, it was because she was drinking in class. She didn't pay much attention to his rambling, instead looking at her friends who sported supportive smiles.

She regularly visited my house, and we had some sleepovers. The main thing on the agenda was watching horror movies, much to my horror. I was never one for horror movies in my past life. Why? My fragile heart couldn't take all the suspense and jump scares. Upon finding this miraculous discovery, the girls decided that every sleepover would need a horror film in the future. Did they all enjoy them enough to warrant this decision? Apart from Toga and Reiko, no. They just loved my reactions. To them, it was the most valuable thing in the world, the usual energetic teaser changing into a person that was scared of loud noises and creepy dolls. I tried my best to argue for them to change their minds about the horror movies, but all my words fell on deaf ears. I snuggled with Chi-chan in my vice grip and waited for the film to end on most nights. Momo did try to comfort me on occasions where it got too bad. She, more often than not, ended up teasing me about it. She probably felt some form of karmic justice had been served, and she got her revenge for all the years of teasing or some other form of vindication.

Tsuyu joined our little rag-tag group of friends relatively quickly. The next day she came over and sat with us during lunch. She was another person that was bullied for her quirk during her life; she found it hard to make any friends due to her frog-like mutations. There were CRC, Creature Rejection Clan, members living nearby her house, and her family bore the brunt of their actions as they all had some form of animal-like mutation, which the clan loathed. We managed to convince Komoe-sensei to let us use the school's indoor pool to swim with Tsuyu on her last day. You heard that right, her last day. It turns out the CRC were ramping up its attacks on the Asui family home, so they decided to move, which led to one tearful goodbye on all ends. She still managed to find some time to head over for some sleepovers or other meetups but not as frequently as before.

Iida didn't join our friend group for whatever reason. I imagine if I asked him, he would say,

"It's a waste of precious time which could be better spent studying and organizing notes."

Or something along those lines. He has made his transition from studious kid to bro-con in our third year of school. How do I know this? One day someone pointed out Ingenium's latest arrest of a villain and how cool it was. Like the boy he is, Iida decided to let us in on the 'prestigious Ingenium line of heroes that have been a pillar of hero society as soon as our quirks manifested.' Yeah… After that day, nobody brought up Ingenium ever again. I can't fault him for being proud of his family as I am the same with the Izayoi family. You won't catch me preaching about it, though.

Yui opened up a lot more to people she considered herself close to. No longer replying in short sentences or nods of her head, she began speaking in complete sentences and the occasional paragraph when it involved a topic she had a vested interest in, which was mainly Ultraman. She even invited us over to her home for a study session one day. We soon found out where Yui got her way of speaking from. It was from her mother. Her mother, Brandish, sports her green hair in a bob with bangs cut above her eyes, along with two purple cross-shaped objects attached to the sides of her head like horns. She also wears silver cross-shaped earrings. She has a stoic face and has a generally lax attitude about most things, but when things get troublesome, her waspish side shows. Her way of speaking wasn't the only thing she gained from her mother. Her quirk, size, is similar to her mother's own called Command T, which allows her to alter the size of anything. The difference is that Yui can only change the size of non-living things.

Reiko, after a lot of convincing, has decided to try and be more concise when speaking. Getting a one-minute greeting that could be translated into, "Hello everyone, It's a nice day we're having today, isn't it?" was getting a bit frustrating for most parties involved. She managed to trick me into going to a horror convention with everyone. I should have never believed that there was a choccy milk factory tour going on, I truthfully didn't at the time, but it was worth the risk. It wasn't worth the risk. The second I entered the door, I was barraged with jumpscare after jumpscare by people in cosplay. It was, without a doubt in my mind, the worst day in my two lives.

Reiko and Yui even started thinking of super move combos they could perform together; the results were terrifying. The Asteroid belt was by far the worst. Yui touched some pebbles and gave them to Reiko, who started spinning them at high velocity around her before launching them and letting Yui enlarge them into boulders. I pity any villains that are caught in their patrols.

Momo spent these years studying various blueprints that would later become muscle memory with the help of her quirk. Her confidence was improving, and she was more willing to share her ideas with me and the others regarding any plans we had made. A few years of genuine compliments from those closest to her helped majorly. I made sure that her ego didn't inflate to any extreme levels, like Bakugou's during his early life, which was rarely needed as she was naturally a very humble person. She seemed to especially value my praise, to the point of looking to me whenever she made a breakthrough; naturally, I gave it to her. Those expectant eyes are weapons of mass destruction.

Momo had also begun her physical training, frequently joining in on my sessions; she soon found that she wasn't as physically gifted as she thought. Hearing some remarks, my trainer made about how I could do what she could years earlier motivated her to catch up to me. It sadly also added to her inferiority complex. She began comparing herself to me again and grew dejected for the rest of the day. I noticed her change in attitude immediately. When questioned on it by me, she began spilling out her insecurities again, like the time in the tub. I notified the trainer to never compare her to me again. Otherwise, they would be out of a job soon. Finding a trainer is easy in this world as super strength quirks are very common and with how quirks affect their user it turns people who have them into gym freaks. After a short pep talk with me, she asked if she could stay the night, to which I obliged.

What I did over the six years of elementary school was probably the most productive. I gradually converted Momo and the rest of the class, Komoe-sensei included, into choccy milk addicts like myself. Momo still enjoys tea more, but I cannot do much about that as I'm partial to a nice cup. I was messing around with my quirk and its possibilities before realizing I can do so much more than what I was previously doing. I can loop two cartons of choccy milk infinitely! On a more serious note, though, I have a lot of temporal abilities that I haven't used most of the time because I have never had a reason or a chance to use them in the first place. Temporal stutter is one such ability. What use or reason would I have for making an object's time stutter? I found out that along with age manipulation; I have a form of age transfer too. This allows me to transfer the age of one being to another. I would be able to insta-kill All Might with this during his Kamino ward battle by swapping his and AFO's age. There are just so many things I can do.

One day when I was ten, I used my quirk to look into my future to find out if I would be flat like in my past life. Some people say flat is life. They are wrong. I want boobs; it's the least truck-kun could do for me after eviscerating me on asphalt in my original life. It turns out I was flat as a cutting board. I jumped to that time and stared at my future selves chest, pointing at it before saying,

"I refuse."

Hopping back to the present that I just left, I decided to look into every parallel universe to see if I ever develop boobs. It took hours, days, years, which in all actual fact was no time at all because I froze it. But I finally found it. It only took fourteen million universes, but I found the only universe where I had boobs, and I was going to take full advantage of it. I compressed time, summoned the version of me with boobs, and explained the situation. She was all the happier to help me out, not before laughing right in my face, though, so we got to work.

I reverted myself into a newborn child as instructed. Soon my clone got to work messing around with my DNA and bodily functions, gradually accelerating and decelerating the growth of enzymes and other cells to give me my desired outcome. My clone was reworking my entire bodily timeline and its future development. I thought for a second I was going to turn into a Muzan type creature with five brains with how long this was taking. Soon my clone said it was finished. I was already back to my ten-year-old self as I was aged up during the process. I stood up and thanked myself for the hard work before using psychometry to learn how to do it myself. I saluted her before sending her off to her timeline. To double-check, I turned myself into a twenty-one-year-old version and saw my boobs. I'm not ashamed to say I wept with my boobs in hand. Sadly, I had to revert my age to ten, so I wouldn't stand out during class the following day.

One other thing that happened during these six years is Momo being more aware of her feelings regarding me. At first, it was admiration and respect, but soon she found herself feeling something more. After consulting Miha, her mother, for advice, Miha only replied that she would have to work these feelings out herself. Miha said all this, but in reality, it was a different matter. She started shipping us both, my mother joining in on the shipping from time to time. Mr. Yaoyorozu cried tears of blood as soon as he heard that we were both interested in each other before his wife reminded him of his words a few years prior,

"Dear, I remember you saying, 'I will never let a man take my little Momo away!'. This should be good, right? Sakuya isn't a man, and you can get another daughter (in-law) in the future."

Upon the mention of potentially having another daughter, he was brought over to the dark side of shipping. Granted, I did call him papa 'accidentally' one day during a meal. His tune changed very, very fast after that meal. Mine and Momo's parents are even in talks for a merger between the two massive business empires, which should come to fruition by the end of my first year in junior high. A move that will shake the financial world, I'm sure. They are still working on a name though, the main one in the air is IzaYao.

Enough about that though, today is graduation day. We were all in the assembly hall waiting for the principal's speech to finish before the one, the only, Konoe-sensei could speak. Upon completing his speech, Iida was applauding so quickly I wondered if his engines were on his hands instead of his calves in this timeline. That would be interesting. To run fast, he would have to Naruto run to get the pose correct for his engines, and he could have a super move called Recipro Bitchslap. He would never call it that, but it's what I and everyone else would for sure. Soon Komoe-sensei took the stand,

"There comes a time where a baby bird has to leave the nest and fly. Now I have to say goodbye to all you baby birds and watch you leave into the big wide world. It's my greatest displeasure that I have to say goodbye to you all. But I have taught you all that I could, and I hope you all use it to achieve your dreams. Some of you are students that I will surely remember until my dying days. Iida, you are the most academic person I have ever met. There were times where I thought you took learning more seriously than I did teaching. Momo, you have proven yourself to me and everyone in Katai elementary that you have everything it takes to become a pro hero in the future. You made bandaids when people were hurt in the playground, you always smiled in the face of adversity, and more importantly, you never gave up on anything you set your mind to. Reiko and Yui, the both of you, would make a perfect hero team in the future if all the coordinated moves you made during the dodgeball match last week is anything to go by. You both synergize and understand each other so well; I hope that the bond you both share doesn't fade with time. Toga, you have come a long way from the self-isolating girl I saw skulk into school on the first day. You have truly evolved into a butterfly. Lastly, we have Sakuya," she choked back a sob before continuing, "you have made my years teaching you the best I have ever had and probably ever will. You are a natural-born prodigy if I've ever seen one; you understood everything in class, you excelled at sports, and you were the glue that held this class together with your charisma. I-I'm going to miss you the most, your smile, your jokes, your disturbances, your energy. I'm going to miss it all. I only have one last thing to say to all of you; p-please don't forget about your sensei because I don't think I can ever forget about you all."

The dam finally broke, and the unshed tears fell, staining her cheeks and the paper in her hands. She wasn't the only one, though. I was crying my eyes out. The carefree smile sensei said she would miss was no longer present on my face, replaced with a sad frown. I cleared my throat and shouted at the top of my lungs in a shaky tone,

"I'll never forget you, sensei!"

Soon, my cry was joined by the others in my class. Momo pulling herself together the fastest, came over and rubbed my back before creating tissues, dabbing away at my tears. I decided to use the pseudo biological manipulation technique I learned from future me to age my sensei as a farewell gift. I told Momo to wait for me in the car as I had something to do. I soon found Komoe in our classroom crying into a desk. I knocked on the side to let her know that someone was present, hurriedly wiping away her tears before looking up to see me,

"Hello Sakuya, are you here to say your final farewell?"

"Sort of. I'm actually here to give you a parting gift if you'd consider it."

"Well, it depends on the gift, I guess. I wouldn't put it past you to have something illegal stashed in that magic bag of yours."

"Well, it's a way for you to have the appearance fitting of someone your age."

"Well, I wouldn't want to look my age because I'm too old. I guess looking like an adult would be nice though, it would stop a lot of misunderstandings. You know, I applied for this Junior high position, but they said I looked too young and wouldn't be respected? I was older than the employer, for god's sake!"

Soon I explained what I was going to do. She was a bit apprehensive at the mention of me freezing her quirk factor in time before accelerating her aging process. After a quick demonstration through the use of a Clone-sensei, she all then more happily agreed. I had to go and grab some adult clothes from another parallel timeline for her, though, because as Clone-sensei demonstrated, she would outgrow the clothing, and it would rip apart. The process took seven minutes, and it was complete before I unfroze her quirk factor upon request so that she could retain those looks as her quirk was some time of youth enhancement. After yet another tearful farewell, I left towards the car.

Upon entering the car and strapping myself in, Momo made some tissues again and wiped my tears away before I leaned on her shoulder. She wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me as close as a seatbelted person can be before asking what I forgot. Seeing no harm in it, I told her what I did for sensei.

"That's a wonderful thing you did for her. She's been self-conscious about her childish looks for a while now. She'll probably spend the rest of today celebrating before realizing she needs a whole new wardrobe." she replied.

"It's the least I could have done for her. She's put up with my lack of focus and general nonsense during class for six whole years without losing any motivation for teaching me. Not even I could put up with myself for six years entire years. I have no idea how you do it, Mo-chan."

Only one answer came to Momo's mind at that moment, but right now wasn't the time to say it. They just had a tearful goodbye with their entire class and are moving onto their next journey. She didn't want to add to that emotional fatigue, so she answered,

"I don't know either."

We both fell into a comfortable silence and, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, enjoyed the car ride in each other's embrace.