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My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 21 The Art Of Reasonable Requests

The next morning came faster than expected.

Yuta blinked awake to his alarm vibrating against the pillow. 6:32 a.m.

He shut it off and stared at the ceiling for a while.

Same feeling. Same quiet.

Another day to figure things out.

He sat up, stretched, and went through the same motions—bath, breakfast, uniform, bag. Nothing special. His body felt stronger than it should for someone who’d trained past exhaustion last night.

'N...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 20 Training Montage 2

Yuta stayed on the sand until the shaking in his arms stopped.

Sweat cooled on his skin. His breathing settled. The burning in his chest faded faster than it had any right to.

After a while, he pushed himself upright.

“…I feel better already,” he muttered.

His panting, shaking, burning lungs ... All gone.

It has only been twenty minutes, yet he felt he could put in another workout round. Not completely, but enough. The edg...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 19 Training Montage 1

[GENERAL STUDIES – CLASS 1-D]

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Alright, everyone," Mrs. Nakamura called over the sound of closing textbooks and scraping chairs.

"Don't forget your essays are due Monday. And if I see any of you on the news this weekend—" She shot a pointed look at Yuta. "—I'm deducting points."

A few students snickered. Yuta packed his things without looking up.

He had a hospital visit to make an...

Author's Note: Opinions

Hey Guys.

Currently we are 18 chapters in. How are you liking the new fic so far?

First of all, this is mainly to apologise about over exaggerating Toru's reactions to the MC in the last chapter. I have corrected it to the best of my ability in Chapter 17.

She is Not scared of him like he is a dangerous person but is simply avoiding bad luck due to a bit of superstition after their initial encounters.

I do hope I didn't write her way out...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 18 U.A Staff

[U.A. HIGH SCHOOL – CLASS 1-A – 12:35 PM]

The lunch bell rang.

Immediately, the classroom erupted into motion.

Students stretched, grabbed lunch boxes, complained about morning classes.

Midoriya stood up, adjusting his bag.

"Iida, Uraraka, you coming to lunch?"

Iida was already halfway to the door, arms chopping mechanically.

"Of course! Proper nutrition is essential for afternoon performance!"

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 17 Toru

HAGAKURE HOUSEHOLD – 8:52 PM]

Toru Hagakure sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen in horror.

Her parents were downstairs watching a movie.

She was supposed to be doing homework.

Instead, she was watching a video that had just shattered her entire worldview.

The title:

“U.A. Student Goes FerAL On Villain (COUNT THE HITS LMFAO)”

She pressed play.

Hooded figure.

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 16 A Mother's Love

[U.A. TEACHERS' LOUNGE – 8:24 PM]

The lounge was quiet.

Most teachers had gone home for the evening.

Only three remained:

Aizawa Shouta, slumped in a chair with a grading pen dangling from his hand.

Present Mic, scrolling through his computer with increasing alarm.

Midnight, pouring herself tea and trying very hard to ignore whatever chaos was unfolding online.

Then Mic's phone buzzed.

And buzze...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 15 I'm Famous

[HINOHARA STREETS – 7:54 PM]

Yuta walked.

One foot in front of the other.

Hands buried deep in his pockets.

Hood pulled low enough that his face was just a suggestion of features in the dim streetlight.

Behind him, the crowd's roar faded into white noise—shock, awe, excitement, approval.

He didn't look back. Couldn't look back.

His hands were trembling inside his pockets.

Not from fear.

...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 14 Screaming Villain

[VILLAIN POV – 3 MINUTES EARLIER]

Smoke curled off the pavement as Molten Jackal—terror of precisely two cities that didn't matter—stomped toward the collapsing barrier ahead.

Pathetic hero.

Pathetic town.

Pathetic Tuesday.

"HAH! SENTINEL! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR STANDING IN THE WAY OF—"

A faint whistle traveled through the air.

He frowned.

"…The hell is that—"

THUNK.

Some...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 13 Manhole Cover 2

The man Yuta tapped—gray jacket, laptop bag, tired eyes—turned toward him.

“Oh—uh… villains,” he said, gesturing toward the distant flames. “A small group. Happened maybe ten minutes ago.”

Another thud echoed across the rooftops, faint but sharp enough to make a few people flinch.

“They’re pushing into the commercial block,” the man continued. “Local heroes are already there. They’re doing their best.”

The last pa...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 12 Manhole Covers 1

[OVERHAUL – POV]

Kai Chisaki walked in silence.

Eri’s footsteps pattered behind him—small, uneven, shaking.

Rappa followed at his usual distance, hands in his pockets.

Kai kept his pace steady, mind already parsing what happened.

A U.A student.

In an alley.

Holding Eri.

A problem.

But a contained one.

“So irritating,” he muttered under his breath.

The boy's performance had been… adequate.

Believable, even.

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 11 Eri

Yuta blinked once.

Twice.

"…Eri?"

His stomach dropped.

No. No, no way. No way in hell—

His brain started connecting dots he really didn’t want connected.

White hair.

Red eyes.

One horn.

Bandages.

Bare feet.

Eri.

Eri.

His pulse spiked.

If that was Eri—

Then the man in front of him…

Tall.

Black shirt.<...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 10 I'm With A Girl

[MACHIDA STATION – 6:11 PM]

The platform hummed. Fluorescent lights. Announcements. People moving like they knew exactly where they were going.

Yuta did not.

He leaned on a pillar, let the cool metal steady him, then checked the overhead map. Lines in different colors snaked everywhere. His brain lagged two steps behind his eyes.

He'd been asleep for over an hour and a half. Missed his stop by a home run, and was completely unfamiliar with...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 9 Feeling Like Kakashi

[U.A. CAMPUS – BEHIND THE TREES – 4:01 PM]**

Yuta reappeared twenty meters away—behind a different tree, behind a shed, behind a dumpster, he didn’t even know.

He slammed into the ground, rolled twice, and ended up sprawled on his back staring at the sky.

For a solid three seconds, he lay frozen.

Then:

“…I am so unbelievably dead. Also ... ow.”

Every nerve in his body buzzed like he’d just plugged hi...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 8 Fleeing For One's Life

Yuta slowly lowered the backpack until it rested gently on the grass.

His heart was beating fast—not from exertion, but from possibility.

‘So it wasn’t a fluke. My Quirk is syncing with my chakra.’

He pressed his thumb to a pebble on the floor.

Kanji.

Lift.

Effortless.

He pushed it further—five meters, ten, fifteen…

The pebble hovered as if weightless, completely stable, no wobb...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 7 Level Up

“HEY! YOU!” the floating uniform shouted in a cutely enraged voice. “WHY DID YOU LAUNCH A TRAY AT ME?!”

Half the cafeteria focused on Yuta.

Yuta, who wanted to sink into the floor and die instantly.

“I— uh— that wasn’t— it was an acci—”

The gloves marched toward him with righteous fury.

Behind her, several 1-A students stood up — Iida, Midoriya, Kirishima, Ashido, all staring in confusion as a floating lunch tray drifted behind Hagakure li...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 6 My Quirk

Yuta fell into thought, contemplating whether to leave early and head to the library.

There were a dozen things he could be doing right now—training, meditating, testing his limits—all at the top of his priorities. But research? That was a new addition.

Ancient history on ninjas. Hand seals. Chakra theories.

He almost laughed at the absurdity.

'What am I even hoping to find? A forgotten scroll hidden in U.A.'s library? 'Jutsu for Dummies...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 5 Transformation

[TIMESKIP: 6 MINUTES LATER]

Yuta lay on the floor, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling.

Everything hurt.

No—that wasn't accurate.

Everything felt wrong. Like his body was a suit that fit perfectly but was made of entirely different material than what he was used to.

He could feel the chakra now. Coiling in his gut, flowing through invisible pathways, humming with potential energy.

It was intoxicating.

Author's Note.

Well, Voting Is complete.

It was a close one. 80+ Votes, MHA winning 52-48 from the initial 35-65.

Hence cementing its place as the next ongoing series.

Thank you all for participating in this. For those who preferred the DC fic ... I'll get to that during writer blocks or after I finish this fic itself.

Thank you all for your support. The name of the Fic has been changed From "Glitch In My Hero Academia" to "My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 4 Selection Complete

Yuta sat there, staring at his empty slots, feeling like he'd just lost a negotiation with a vending machine.

'Okay. What's actually left?'

He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and started listing:

AVAILABLE ABILITIES:

Shadow Clones (versatility, training boost)

Chidori (assassination technique, needs Sharingan)

Rasengan (raw power, hard to learn without good Chakra control)

Chakra Enhanced Strength (cl...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 3

Yuta's room wasn't small, but it wasn't massive either. Just enough space for a bed, a desk, and the crushing weight of life-altering decisions.

He'd been sitting there for two hours, staring at the notepad in his lap, trying to decide which four abilities would keep him alive long enough to kill the Hero Killer.

So many options...

The system interface floated in front of him, translucent and glowing faintly blue. He'd pulled up Kakashi's ability list fi...

Pick Your Fanfic

Which Fanfic Idea would you prefer to turn into my next ongoing series.

FINAL CALL FOR PICKING

Alright, this is the last chapter before I Officially settle on one.

Most readers said they needed three to Five chapters before deciding. Unfortunately, I don't think I can do that as writing two stories at once will slow me down.

From the looks of it so far, most value the MHA one more, but I decided to write one more Chapter of each to go along. Also for readers who feel that the MHA fic will have a talking system ... That's not gonna last long.

It ...

Blood And Rent In The DC Universe: 2 The Miracle Serum

Vicki sat in her car outside Al's apartment, engine off, fingers drumming the wheel

She hadn't planned on coming.

She'd told herself that plenty of times on the drive over—even parked outside his apartment for ten full minutes before finally stepping out, not sure what she expected to find. The place looked exactly like she remembered—rundown, quiet, walls that probably held secrets of their own. The hallway smelled like old coffee and something vaguely electrical, like overh...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 2 The Weight Of Reality

The hospital smell hit Yuta like a physical wall the moment he stepped through the automatic doors. That particular combination of disinfectant, floor wax, and something indefinably sad that seemed to permeate every medical facility in existence.

Some things are the same in every universe, he thought, making his way to the elevator. Hospitals always smell like hope and despair had a baby.

The elevator ride to the third floor gave him time to think. A week ago, he...

Blood And Rent In The DC Universe: 1 Rent, Rascals and Reincarnation

Morning in Gotham smelled like burnt coffee, exhaust fumes, and fear. Not the kind that makes you run—no, this was the kind you learned to sip with breakfast.

I sat at the edge of my creaky apartment window, watching smoke trail lazily from the Narrows. Somewhere down there, someone was probably getting mugged. Somewhere else, someone was probably doing the mugging. Balance.

The radio on my counter crackled to life, filling the silence with the usual dose of Gotham...

My Mangekyo Sharingan Can't Save My Hero Academia: 1 Wrong game

The General Studies classroom at U.A. High School buzzed with quiet energy—the kind that came from too many bright minds packed into one room, each convinced they deserved to be in the Hero Course instead.

Yuta Akutami sat in the middle row, slouched back in his chair with the kind of lazy confidence that suggested he either had everything figured out or had given up entirely. His blue-gray eyes drifted over his classmates: Tanaka was scrolling through hero news on his tablet, ...

Help Me Choose What’s Next

Hey everyone!

So… the MHA fanfic has officially come to an end.

Yeah I thought about it yesterday, listened to your comments and ultimately decided not to try to extend it or make a sequel to it.

I am honestly not sure how to continue while guaranteeing quality, and I don't want to ruin it just because I want to keep going.

Hence my decision. I’m beyond grateful to everyone who stuck around, supported, theorized, and gave me idea...

Author's Note

Hey Guys.

To avoid any misunderstanding, I will be deleting the last authors note and in the meantime, I need you to help me clarify something.

I personally feel like I have reached a point in the story where It wouldn't be ideal to continue. Because let's face it, Shigaraki and Kurogiri are dead so the entire MHA plot is stalled.

To think a bratty antagonist has so much weight on the story. You can ask why if you don't understand.

I tho...

In MHA, I Have A Pirated Version of Gojo's Limitless: 78 New Paths (Finale)

MUSTAFU Japan,

Takumi Residence.

___

The house felt different when you were packing to leave it. Ken stood in his room, surrounded by boxes and bags, methodically sorting through a year's worth of accumulated belongings. Clothes. Books.

The laptop he'd used to write Avatar. Miscellaneous items that had somehow become important without him noticing.

His phone sat on the desk, powered off. He'd turned it off yesterday after the eighty eight message from an unkno...