Reborn As Saitama In MHA - Chapter 39

[Authors Note: Yesterday’s comments turned it a grand orgy of arguments. I may not have properly explained what I meant by the word harem before, I never intended for a pokemon collection, ever. Even if it would go down the harem route, which is not certain, it’s like 2-3 max. So everyone can put down your pitchforks and petrol bombs before you start another war.

P.S. I wrote this chapter while I was maybe or maybe not a bit drunk, leave it for future me to suffer.]

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After a long morning, Hiroto and Rumi head back to Saitama city on a train and by the time they made it back, it was still early afternoon. They both decided to have a day off, just relaxing in their apartment instead after a heavy night of fighting.

Slumping on the couch, Rumi breathed out a relaxed sigh, saying, “It feels great to be back home again after a big fight. Say, you got only 2 days left before you have to head back to your school right?”

Hiroto nodded, grabbing 2 soda’s from the fridge and tossing the other to Rumi, sitting on the ground in front of the couch, leaning back on it. “I’ll need to head back in the afternoon if I want to make it back by night. Since it’s Friday, I’ll need to be back to school by Monday. I’m going to take a bath.”

Rumi nodded and just watched him walk away, and when his figure disappeared from her sight, her ears slightly drooped. Laying down on the couch, she started to think of the time that they spent together.

From the first day when the two had their first fight in the forest, moving in together and running around fighting criminals. Although compared to the criminals that she’s fought, none can give the same stimulation as she had gotten when fighting Hiroto, struggling against an immovable mountain with no hope of victory, but still going against it no matter what.

This was also the first time that she’s ever gotten this comfortable around another person besides her own family. As for romance? Can that ever give the same stimulation as a fight? She wouldn’t know.

‘Only 2 more days till you leave, huh? It’s going to get lonely around here again…’ Rumi lamented to herself, staring at the ceiling. She then thought back to their fighting again, causing her to start twitching little by little.

Getting up from the couch, she eyed the bathroom door slowly started approaching it. She then lowered herself into a battle position, getting closer to the door. Then, just as she was about to pounce forward…

The door swung open, with Hiroto only in a towel wrapped around his waist, saying, “Hey, we’re out of soap! Rumi? Where did she go?” Hiroto looked around the room, not seeing her, then shrugged and closed the door.

With a thud, Rumi fell from the door after having been slammed by it, eyes in a daze and not fully conscious.

After finishing his bath, Hiroto came out and saw Rumi back on the couch, however on her face was an icepack. Confused, Hiroto was about to ask but something in the back of his mind told him that it probably was better to leave it alone.

Rumi on the other hand watched him head into the kitchen, then fished out her phone. She then opened All Might’s messages and texted him, ‘Do you have a new slot?’

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(POV time, strap in people)

(All Might’s POV)

That boy, he’s gone and outdone himself again. *sigh* I’m not even sure what his current limits are at this point. So far I’ve never seen what is capable of putting pressure on him.

After the attack last night, it made me reconsider his strength once more. From the reports that were sent to him, he managed 4 different Nomu’s on his own with ease.

Oh, young Midoriya also did well.

(League of Villains Hideout)

Ripping a newspaper in half, Shigaraki cried out, “What the fuċk is this?! Instead of focusing on the Nomu, they decided to focus on what happened to me instead?!”

Kurogiri standing behind the bar kept cleaning a glass cup and said, “Well, didn’t you achieve your goals in the end? You managed to bring attention to the Nomu and the existence of the League of Villains.”

“You think this is the kind of exposure I wanted?! I’m being mocked!!” Shigaraki shouted, knocking his stool around and scratching his neck.

“I bet it was that damn bald kid again, getting in the way and fuċkɨnġ up our plans,” Shigaraki said in a low tone, going over the events from yesterday. “We’re going to have to change our plans. If we want to deal with All Might, we’ll need to crush that kid first.”

Kurogiri nodded, agreeing to his plans, and said, “How do you plan on doing this?”

Shigaraki then held up his phone and threw it towards Kurogiri, who caught it and browsed what was on it. What he saw made his head tilt slightly, saying, “This is…”

“Stains manifesto, upload it.” Shigaraki then turned towards the door of the bar that they were using as a hideout. The door then swung open, ushering in a group of people.

Gimme dat quirk

(Momo POV)

‘I wonder how Hiroto’s doing? After he reassured me that he was doing okay and wasn’t injured, he didn’t say anything much after that. Well, he never really does, he’s more of a reactive type of person.’ Momo thought to herself, lying in bed after a tiring day of photoshoots and commercials from her internship.

‘I wonder how his internship is going. And what’s this picture about?’ Momo then fished out her phone and opened a picture, on it was the selfie that Rumi took together with Hiroto in the hospital with her having an arm wrapped around his shoulder grinning widely.

‘Hmmm’

(Mina POV)

“Whoa!! For real?!” Mina exclaimed after watching the news about the events in Hosu City. She already got the gist of it from Hiroto, but since it’s him she wanted to get more details about it.

“He fought more of those big penguin things? Hiroto is really strong after all, maybe he could even contest to All Might if he keeps going at this rate. Just thinking about it has my blood pumping!” Mina shouted with a jump, raising her fists to the sky.

“I’ll text him again later for more of the details, there was no mention of him or the other 3 at all, I wonder why’s that?” Mina said, tilting her head and flopping herself back onto the sofa.

Writing in a book, Todoroki thought to himself, ‘When he jumped down from the roof and onto the Hero Killer’s back, did he have his arms bent outwards, or inwards? Were his legs spread out, or close together? Dammit, I can’t remember all of the details since it was dark and I was too tired during that time.’

On the book was a sketch of Hiroto falling down in 5 different forms and poses, along with various calculations that took into account air resistance, velocity, angle, speed, etc.

“If I can perfect this, I may be one step closer to him.’ Todoroki thought, scribbling away in his book under the confused gazes of Izuku and Iida.

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(End of POV’s)

The next two days there wasn’t much else to do. The main difference being was that Rumi seemed to be getting more active and aggressive during their fights, but other than that they went about their usual routine.

On Saturday night, the day before Hiroto would have to leave for Musutafu City in Shizuoka prefecture, the two decided to have a hotpot together. In the restaurant, after having ordered Rumi said.

“You know, I’m supposed to give some sort of detailed report about your internship with me, but those things are so troublesome. Did you know just how long the damn thing is?” Rumi vented, leaning on one arm.

“You’re the one who accepted this,” Hiroto said without a shred of mercy.

“You’re no good at comforting girls,” Rumi said in a mock irritated tone.

“What’s the point of comforting them if they just keep changing their minds… Wait, I didn’t say that, I advocate gender equality.’ Hiroto thought to himself, shaking his head.

Seeing this, Rumi had a questioning gaze but just attributed it to him having another one of his internal monologues. She then said out of nowhere, “Oh, I’m moving to Shizouka prefecture by the way.”

“Oh? How come? And which city?” Hiroto asked her.

“Hmm, no reason in particular. I’ll be moving to Musutafu City, close to where your school is at. Besides, isn’t that great since we can hangout as usual then?” Rumi said with a jovial voice, her ears twitching in expectation.

Hiroto gave a small smile and said, “Yeah, you could say that.” To which Rumi gave a wide grin. The hotpot then arrived shortly afterward. Having learned from their previous mistake and being mobbed, they opted for a private booth and could enjoy their hotpot in peace.

But then- *slap* God, “No, let him enjoy his hotpot for once, you monster.”

Plot, *fine*

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The next day after having a nice sleep, the two decided to head back to Musutafu early in the morning, the reason being that Rumi had to find a place to live. Apparently, had some choices and merely wanted Hiroto’s input on it seeing how he’s now living there.

[Authors Note: God I’m now sober and just read what I wrote, FML, it was a lot worse than what you’re seeing, but let’s just keep it at that.. I still kept some parts drunk me wrote, try to spot them.]