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MHA: To Be A Hero Again (Up for adoption)

Archer Emiya thinking that he was being summoned to another holy grail war, accepted the pull on his consciousness, only to end up in a world where having scorpion tails, horns and even wings is a normal occurrence, finding out what the world holds, a part of him that still wants to be a hero emerges. nothings mine, not even the character I'm putting in another world, so yeah.

Idk_wqe2 · Anime et bandes dessinées
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Announcement

Emiya was sitting in class. Off in his own thoughts. He was thinking about his projections, how different they were after he arrived in this world.

Since nothing was restricting him, his projections were as close to real ones as possible. they were not just Cheap imitations anymore. One could say they were the perfect copies. still, they were just copies.

"E-Emiya-san, can I ask you a few questions about y-your quirk?".

Opening his eyes, The archer saw a Broccoli... It was Midoria. Giving a nod, He watched with astonishment as Izuku took out a notebook and pen out of nowhere and started writing... even though he hasn't told him anything yet.

"So, what's your quirk?".

The stare was so intense he was surprised. This little wimp who trembled at the slightest hint of noise... Can pull off a glare?

"I can project weapons."

He flipped the page...

(What's happening right now?)

"Can you only project swords?"

"yes."

"What about that bow and those arrows you used?"

"They were swords too."

"..."

"..."

Izuku looks at him for a moment and Emiya could see the gears turning in the boy's head before he broke out in mumbles. after a few seconds of listening, he had to admit, The kid was getting close to the truth... too close for comfort.

Everyone's attention was caught when the door slammed open, revealing Aizawa.

"Settle down. I have news."

He walks over to the table in front of the class as everybody quiets down. Clearing his throat he delivers the information.

"Sports festival is in two weeks."

The class exploded in noise...

(So much for quieting down.)

___

"Emiya-san, Was it really necessary to say it like that?"

Asked a girl with black hair tied up in... a weird ponytail if he had to say. Her onyx eyes were looking at him as they walked next to each other.

"...Yes, if they don't realize the danger the world poses and the danger we were in then the league came for us, they should stay in the general course."

That got her thinking. If the teacher wasn't there, the class wouldn't be organized, the students would panic and the villains would be able to take care of them without much trouble.

If Emiya wasn't there, no one would hold off that monster until All Might arrived.

"Yes! But you could have put it more nicely! There was no need to be so blunt."

Iida, who was on his left side, yelled out. Shirou noted that the boy liked doing that a lot.

"...No."

They had the gall to "Scout" his class, just because villains attacked them. And the world doesn't need any more petty heroes. Life doesn't go their way once and they think it's tragic. He almost scoffed in the purple-haired kid's face. when he was his age, he was fighting in the holy grail...war.

(Oh god, im starting to think like an old man.)

He ignored the sweat drops of his classmates. Feeling a buzz from his phone, he takes it out of his pocket and looks at the message.

[Shirouuuu~! Can you bring back so sweets if you aren't going anywhere with friends? Thank you~!]

His lips twitched in something that resembles a smile and sent the short message that every female hates.

[K]

Putting the phone back in his pocket he turns to the road... then to Midoria who looked like he wanted to say something.

"What is it?"

The Greenhead flinches and looks at his nervously. After a few seconds, he speaks up.

"U-um, Can you help me with some training? My Q-quirk damages my body so, I need a lot of training."

The kid was nervous, so he had to crush his hopes and dreams quickly and efficiently. He never liked doing things like this anyway, so just hurt one kid's feelings and be done with it. He has done more for less.

"Okay."

Damn it Emiya.

___

"I'm Home."

"Welcome Back!"

He was home... with a bag of chocolate-covered cookies, his mother's favorite, and his too.

The bag suddenly disappeared from his hands. Looking up he sees his mother munching on one of the cookies.

The two stare at each other before Emiya slips the bag off. As soon as it hits the floor both of the blurs out of existence.

The fight for the cookies has bagun.