#the sPEED N LEVEL N RATE N EVERYTHING ELSE I FELL WITH THIS FUCKING SERIES N THE HOLD IT HAS ON ME

[kirayamidemon]

In other updating news, ive been dragged down into new anime hell n been dying n only spirally down even worse since then i hate it

[karmelek-writes]

comfort zone I part 3

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

Word count: 4,5k

Warnings: angst, swearing, suggestive comments, mentions of sex, smut, adult themes

A/N: Hey guys! This is part three of the "comfort zone". I wanted to thank you all again for supporting me and commenting, reblogging, and liking the series! Also, sorry for the delay. The next part will come out on Friday, as usual. Let me know what you think of this part! (sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language plus this part wasn't proofreaded)

Love, W 🖤

When you entered Tom's bedroom you immediately felt your tensed body softening as the smell of Tom intoxicated your senses. There wasn't another place on this earth you felt more comfortable in than his room. It wasn't big but the cream-painted walls and huge mirror in the middle made it seem vaster. There wasn't much furniture, just all the necessities, but you had to admit that Tom had been keeping his room clean and fresh. It was typical, yet lego Death Star set and spiderman figures arranged neatly on a bedside table screamed Tom. You kept teasing him about this but in reality, you found it endearing. The souvenirs he brought home from the places he had visited were dusting on the shelf, reminding him of good old days having fun on set and hanging out with the cast after work. What always got your attention was his cartoon figure leaning on the wall next to his bed. He got it for his birthday after landing the role of spiderman as a joke from Harrison, his brothers, and you. Even when Tom was younger everyone knew he was born to act. His family and friends would tease him about it calling him a movie star which always made him fuss around. When he finally made it to Hollywood, you all knew what you had to do. You told him that you all had a surprise purposely hyping it up. Judging by his reaction you expected him to throw it out but he kept it. At times Tom was a nerd but it made you like him even more because despite becoming a literal movie star, he never stopped being this little cute boy who still slept in spiderman pj's he was gifted on his 19th birthday.

The cartoon figure was what you were looking at when Tom cleared his throat and locked the door. The action made you turn around to glance at him with confusion written all over your face. His focused gaze and sudden shift of behaviour confirmed your suspicion that it was going to be a serious conversation.

"So… Are we going to talk about what happened?" Tom's nervous voice rang in your ears making your heart rate speed up. You knew that was the moment you had to confront him about your feelings. “Because for the last couple of days I’ve been thinking about everything. I would hate to leave like that.”

“I know,” you sighed mentally preparing yourself to recite the speech you’ve created in your mind in advance. “Look, ever since I met you I feel like my life has gotten better. I never thought I would have such an amazing person in my life,” in the corner of your eye you saw Tom smiling excitedly at your compliment. His honey-brown eyes were sparkling and you had to stop yourself from hugging him and running your hand through his messy curls. “What happened between us was sudden and I’ve said it already, I don’t regret it. Actually, I’m quite happy with how things turned out,” you chucked at the end hoping it would relieve the stress and hesitation in your voice. Your words were all that brunette needed to confirm that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. In the room illuminated by the moonlight, Tom’s silhouette moved closer to you. Having approached you, he touched your exposed arm and traced his fingers up so gently as if he was scared he would break you if he pushed harder. His hand on your body caused shivers to appear and a slight flush crept into your cheeks. You hated and loved the contact silently hoping he would give you more. It seemed like your thoughts were heard as Tom slowly but confidently started to walk you backwards until you fell on his unmade bed. He leaned as close as he could, placing both arms on the sides of your head making it impossible for you to escape.

"I don't want to leave you here," he fussed, highly aware that the next few weeks were going to be hell without you lulling him to sleep, inquisitively going on and on about your day. Resisting the urge to pout you tried to overcome the feeling of sadness slowly accumulating in your chest.

"And I don't want you to leave," a deep sigh escaped your lips, pushing back the thought of him flying away the following day. "But we are here now, so what are you going to do about it?" you extended your arm to grasp Tom's messy curls, daring him to cross the boundary unconsciously set up the moment you've become friends to dive in the pleasure. Tom didn't give you a verbal answer, but knowing that actions speak louder than words, he lowered himself to place a soft kiss on the crook of your neck. The cracked lips caused a wave of shivers to run down your spine, your stomach dropping as you felt sudden wetness between your legs. Mixed with the wet marks left by Tom's tongue, the sensation made your eyes shut, spots emerging in front of them. All your senses were keen, escalating the intensity of the experience.

Tom was determined to work you up as he unhurriedly worshiped your body. A deep moan followed by a throaty “fuck” were the sounds at which you opened your eyes. Your longing stare met Tom’s one and you could swear right then, right there you had never seen a more mesmerising sight. Brunette’s once soft strands now had stuck to his forehead glistening from the sweat. His usually pale cheeks were now painted deep pink - a result of his unholy thoughts combined with the sight of your perfectly shaped body. Eyes dark with desire, hungry to capture every inch of your figure. You noticed beads of sweat dripping on your already wet chest, your shirt clinging to your torso enhancing curves you’d work so hard on at the gym. Lifting yourself on your elbows you signed to Tom to help you strip. You weren’t a self-conscious person, nor were you hesitant to show your figure, but you didn’t like to preen yourself on it. However, you felt the rush of confidence wash over as you caught Tom lustful ogling and wanted to take control of the situation. Shifting from underneath you poked Tom’s chest and pushed him to lay down. Foggy mind and the burn you’d felt on the skin still were dislimning your senses causing you to clumsily collapse at the top of Tom in your attempt to straddle him. Silent ouchs followed by a breathy laugh falling from the boy’s lips made your heart clunch in embarrassment. Much to your surprise, he kissed you as if he wanted to assure you that he didn’t find your awkwardness unnerving. In the few seconds of your make-out session, you recomposed yourself and broke the kiss wanting more as the throbbing between your legs became unbearable.

In the heat of a moment, you took off your bra leaving your breasts exposed for Tom to admire. You didn’t miss how his pupils dilated and his mouth went dry just by gaping at you. This fueled up your nerve leaving no place for doubt and hesitation in your mind. Shamelessly, you rocked your hips against his own at a slow pace. Grunts and scratchy moans could be heard, falling from Tom’s lips like prayers begging for your pleasure. With his eyes shut and fists clenched, he couldn’t look more beautiful, more vulnerable, falling into pieces for you. Finding pleasure in the position and the power you hold over him, you let yourself get lost in the bliss of his hard cock sliding through your folds, the tip teasing your sensitive clit in a steady motion. Wrapping his arm around your waist, Tom lifted himself until he was on an eye level with your chest, his mouth immediately clinging to your breasts, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. Slowing down your pace, you cupped Tom's face and connected your lips in an aggressive kiss, teeth brushing and tongues intertwined. Fighting for dominance, Tom flipped you so that he was on top. Groaning, you brought him impossibly close leaving no space between your sweaty and hot bodies. Tom's little whimpers were more often now that he was thrusting into your hips, trying to bring himself closer to the limit. Knowing you couldn't last much longer you moved your hand to slip it into your undergarment only for Tom to stop you to do it himself. He licked his fingertips and shoved it into your panties, rubbing your clit in circles.

“That’s okay, cum for me baby,” Tom muttered, trying hard to catch his breath. Completely lost in the moment, you obeyed his command and let go of the tight knot that formed in your stomach. The sensation of Tom’s body pressing against you and his fingers playing with the heart of your femininity caused you to almost black out, starts appearing in front of your eyes. Letting out a pornographic moan, you tried to arch your back gripping the sheets so hard your skin turned white. You couldn’t tell for how long you were wiggling under your best friend’s body but it felt like hours until you were able to get back to reality.

Coming down from your high you took notice of a wet stain on Tom’s trousers. You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off offering you some fresh clothes and a glass of water. Not thinking much, you accepted his little acts of care and walked past him to change in the bathroom.

Having closed the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to calm your racing heart. While you were getting dressed Tom was silently freaking out. He could’t believe that you went this far. It still felt like a dream to him. At that moment he hated his lifestyle, he hated his profession that required him to fly away the following morning, splitting you up in the worst time. Maybe he could convince you to go with him? No, it was crazy. You had your life here, it wouldn’t be fair to take it away.

Tom’s running thoughts were cut off by the click of the door followed by your silhouette emerging from the room with a small smile. Tom returned the gesture and nodded at the bed, silently asking if you wanted to lay down with him. Getting back on the soft mattres, you let out a sigh contemplating if you should bring up your feelings. Truthfully speaking, you didn’t know how to act and it seemed like so did Tom. He sat down at the foot of the bed, facing away from you. He was scratching the nape of his neck - a habit that always betrayed his nervosity. He then suddenly stopped and it seemed like he came to terms with himself as he turned around to look at you with tears threatening to fall from his eyes and imperceptibly bleeding lip. He had to bite it to prevent it from trembling but the pressure was hard enough to rip the fragile skin of an organ. You couldn’t read anything from the look on his face and it scared you. Not thinking much you embraced him from behind placing your forehead against the side of his face. You wanted him to feel you, to detect that you were there for him.

“I-I don’t want to l-leave,” a broken stutter left his lips, repeating the words he had used before.

“I know, but people expect you to go,” you whispered to him, slowly rocking you two from side to side to the sound of the clock tickling and driving cars coming from outside the window.

“Tell me something that will make me stay,” his words echoed in the quiet room, so desperate and calling for help. Not thinking much you blurred out the first thing that came to your mind.

“I think I’m falling in love with you and that scares me but I don’t want you to go either,” before you got a chance to register your confession, Tom wrenched himself away from you to see if you were serious. He definitely wasn’t in the mood for jokes so when he identified your stoned expression he knew you meant every single word. Suddenly, a way of regret and pity washed over him, not being sure how to tell you the truth without breaking your heart.

“I… That’s… Um…” he tried to initiate the conversation but his mind was so fogged from regret and miscomprehension.

“You don’t feel the same?” you more of stated with so much heartbreak in your voice it took everything in Tom not to lie and tell you he’s always loved you to fix his mistakes. He stopped himself from it because you deserved something better than that. On the spur of the moment, he cupped your face hoping it would help him get to you easier.

“I love you, I really do but…” he couldn’t finish the sentence. It would kill him to watch your face fall with disappointment and sorrow, let down by the only guy who promised to cherish you forever.

“You don’t have to say anything more. I understand,” pushing Tom away from you, you got up making your way to the door wishing to get away from him as soon as possible. You were hurt beyond your expectations. All of the little moments you shared, the kiss, tonight, it meant nothing. You were livid at yourself, you didn’t know for what more - being so stupid to believe that he could ever love you or that he would ever want you for something more than just an easy fuck. Fueled by the sudden anger you turned to Tom with disgust painted all over your face. “Was I just a girl you wanted to try for a day and dump? Was I just good fun for you? Did you have fun playing with me?”

“God, no! I didn’t mean it to happen! I just did and I’m sorry, okay? Just please sit down and let me explain,” you were extremely angry but you needed answers so you stayed in your place, waiting for Tom to continue. “I tried so hard to love you. It just never felt right like there was something missing and I-I don’t k-know what it is but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you. I do love you, can’t you see that?” you didn’t reply for a few seconds and Tom started to get nervous. “Please, say something.”

“Can you try again?” you asked in a small voice. You kept your arms around yourself feeling uncomfortable out of the blue, your black socks suddenly becoming amusing sight to look at.

“Can I try what again?” confusion was evident in Tom’s tone. He knew he was losing you and he needed to do everything to keep you by his side.

“Try to love me.” silence filled the room as you asked the unfortunate question hoping for the answer you already knew you couldn’t get. But it was worth trying, wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I can,” the words were hard for Tom to get out, a lump forming in his throat.

“Okay,” was all you muttered and at that moment Tom realised he fucked up. “I should go already, it’s late and you have to catch an early plane so…” you trailed hoping that he will get a hint.

“Please, wait!” he ran up to you as you were to exit his bedroom to wrap his arms around you in one last hug before he would leave. “I will keep calling every day, I don’t care if you don’t pick up or block my number. I will always try to get to you. You’re my oxygen, I need you,” if you were in a different situation Tom’s deep sobs would make your heart ache and feel sorry for him, rushing to lighten up his mood but now you didn’t have any of those thoughts. You just felt numb at his praying, a strange feeling settling in your stomach feeling his touch.

“Please, don’t become a stranger,” Was Tom selfish? Yes, but desperate situations require desperate attempts.

Freeing yourself from the brunette's tight embrace, you looked him in the eye for the last time and left the room wishing him good luck at his new job. He didn’t try and call for you, nor did he run after you. He stared at you silently tiptoeing downstairs avoiding contact with other people. You needed to talk about everything like adults but he knew you needed time and he was willing to give you that. He just wished he wasn’t leaving.

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“Okay so… do you think we have all the stuff we need?” Harrison looked at you, having put your bag in the backseat.

“Yeah, granted that you didn’t forget to bring your big ego” you tried to joke and lift the mood but you knew it didn’t work when Harrison made a face at you. Since your not-so-nice exchange with Tom, you haven’t been in a pleasant mood. You knew that what he did wasn’t cool, but that didn’t stop you from missing him. You took off your phone, glancing at it for the twentieth time in the past thirty minutes only to see that you haven’t gotten any notifications. He said he would call. You felt stupid waiting for the guy who clearly didn’t want you and didn’t even bother to talk things out with you. You must have stared at your phone for a little too long because you heard Harrison clear his throat and saw him giving you a knowing look. You only rolled your eyes and put your phone back in your pocket.

“You can’t keep doing this, you know?” the blonde tried to take up a conversation with you. He knew something was up between you and Tom. He knew when you would stop smiling at him when he cracked jokes or when you stopped mentioning Tom in your conversations, or when he noticed Tom tensing at every mention of your name. He tried to get any pieces of information from his best friend but the brunette would always say that you were busy and that it wasn’t his business. Maybe it wasn’t Harrison’s place to be noisy but he had to admit that your careless aura was making him worry. Even when you were upset you acted more lively than now. He was aware that the matter was serious, he just didn’t know how to make it better… and he wanted to make it better for you.

During the last few weeks, your relationship progressed. Since Tom was constantly working, he didn’t have much time to call or text. And even if he did it seemed as if he wanted to spend it with other people. You couldn’t make out what went wrong in your relationship but you knew it was serious when Tom stopped making any effort. You’ve never seen him acting so indifferent towards you and it scared you. However, the lack of interaction between you two brought you closer to Harrison. You almost forgot how significant part of your life he was. Despite your sour mood, you enjoyed the time spent with him. He always made you laugh and feel needed. Your banter didn’t stop but it has changed into something softer and domestic. You found out that you didn’t mind it at all. Harrison still would do little things to drive you insane like casually tracing his fingers along your neck while putting a loose strain of your hair behind your ear or lowering his hand a bit too much than necessary while hugging you but it didn’t seem so unfamiliar and strange anymore. Talking to him almost daily, you learned to be more comfortable around him. To the point where you would hold his hand sometimes and stay over at his apartment after a long session of studying. That, however, didn’t mean that you couldn’t be playful. You knew that Harrison was as invested in your little game as you were. The rules may have changed a bit but it was still on. You had no idea what it meant for your friendship but it was too intoxicating to stop. Now that Tom was not there you could let yourself fully focus on it. You loved the feeling of uncertainty and on the other hand, you wanted to see how far you could push Harrison’s buttons. You were curious how much of it he could handle and if he would snap at some point. You couldn’t help yourself but subtly torture him with your slight touches during movie nights or walking around without a bra. You liked how worked up he always got. He would try to keep it together and act classy in front of you but eventually, you would catch him checking you out. In a way, it all felt wrong but all his attention was on you and you couldn’t help but feel good having this power over him.

When you got in the car you put on some music and looked outside the window. You didn’t want to talk to Harrison about your issues, especially not your issues with Tom so you tried to ignore his questions. Harrison, on the other hand, couldn’t find a way to make you open up to him. You two talked but he also wanted to support you when you weren’t feeling like you could handle things yourself. He remembered how Tom would complain about you being too secretive, even though you’ve known each other for years. That’s how he knew he would have to work hard for you to warm up to him. But that was the effort he wanted to put in. In the blonde’s eyes, you were the most intriguing person he has ever met. You two first came across in the cafe he worked at. You used to go there for some tea every day after classes during your first year. He’s been watching you for some time before trying to talk to you. One day his colleague dared him to get your number after he caught Harrison drooling over you during his break. So he gathered the courage and shot his shot. You two talked until the end of his break. He tried to get your number but you gave him your Instagram account instead. Soon you started to text each other and became really good friends. He would ask for your number a few more times but you always rejected him telling him to work for it. Harrison laughed to himself and shook his head. Even at the beginning of your friendship, you bossed him around.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, a bit confused by his sudden outburst.

“I just remembered how you used to reject me when we first met.” he turned to give you a small smile and started the engine.

“Oh yeah… You were desperate,” you smirked at him, knowing it would cause a good reaction and you weren’t wrong. Harrison gasped, abruptly turning to face you with fake hurt painted on his face.

“I wasn’t desperate! I just saw a pretty girl and wanted to take her out on a date but you were playing hard to get so you lost your chance,” he said it so casually you thought you didn’t hear him right.

“You evidently hadn’t worked hard enough,” you shrugged as if you didn’t care but in reality, your heart rate has sped up. You hoped that Harrison couldn’t hear your shallow breath. You never knew he wanted to take you out on a date and you didn’t know how you felt about it. The thought of him liking you more than just a friend brought butterflies in your stomach to life, making your whole body shiver. Maybe he wanted to take you on a date before. That doesn’t mean he’s still into you.

“So what should I do to get you to agree to go on a date with me?” the knot in your stomach tightened as his voice dropped down an octave. Was it possible he was still interested after all this time?

“I thought I lost my chance,” trying to keep it cool you exhaled softly hoping that the blonde didn’t notice how you squirmed lightly in your seat.

“Well… It depends,” he moved a little bit closer to you catching eye contact.

“On what?” you whispered gently trying not to raise your voice in fear that you would interrupt the moment.

Harrison’s voice matched yours as he whispered “How hard you can work after,” Noticing your disgusted look, he started to laugh deeply.

“Oh God, your jokes are so poor,” you shook your head at him, not finding his joke amusing.

“Oh come on, I know you’ve been dreaming about it,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Maybe, just maybe you have thought of it once or twice but you’d rather die than admit it to him. "Besides my jokes aren't half as bad as yours"

“Whatever, Osterfield,” you tried to turn around and fasten your seat belt not in the mood to argue but he stopped your actions again.

“Hey look... I want you to have fun today, okay?” his voice softened as he took your hand in his and started to caress your palm. “I know we joke a lot and stuff.. But I really want to give you something to remember, a memory you would always smile at when thinking of it… or when thinking of me,” he chuckled as if he thought he was never on your mind. Oh, how wrong was he. “Just forget about everything and enjoy the moment. Can you do that for me?” you thought you would melt under his gaze. He was looking at you so lovingly with a dazzling smile that couldn’t make you disagree with him. You felt like his ocean blue eyes were piercing your soul, taking your breath away. After a moment you realised that you could look into them for hours memorising the way his pupils dilated when he was looking at you.

“A-alright, I will.” you stuttered but still smiled at him and held eye contact. You didn’t know it was possible but his grin got even bigger causing you to do the same.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” he smiled at you for the last time and turned around to start driving. Harrison said he planned something special for you. You didn’t know what the evening was about to bring but you knew you were screwed.

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[yeet-man]

One's Rebirth (Chapter 2)

A/N: I might upload a chapter every week from now on. I don’t know, depends on if I get any requests to keep me busy or not. With that said, I hope y’all enjoy chapter 2 of One’s Rebirth!

By the time Mr. Aizawa had entered the classroom J’me was in a world of his own thinking about everything he could do with his quirk. 

“Good morning class I am your homeroom teacher Shouta Aizawa.”

“Good morning Mr. Aizawa!” Everyone said in unison except for J’me who was still distracted in his own world.

Mr. Aizawa saw that J’me was distracted and called out to him. “Young man do you think you will be a hero if you just sit and daydream all the time?” He said this loud enough to snap J’me back into reality.

“Hm?” He said looking at Mr. Aizawa before noticing he was talking to him. “Oh my bad EraserHead, I don’t think daydreaming will turn me into a superhero. I've just been distracted lately. My apologies.” 

Shouta Aizawa was surprised that he already knew exactly who he was. “Hmm...you’re fine, just pay attention more alright.”

He responded with a small nod so he wouldn’t take anymore of his time.

He coughed to get the room’s attention on him again. “Now then today we will be doing a quirk apprehension test to test the limits of your quirks and the potential of them.”

“Wait what!?” Everyone said in unison again except for J’me. He was wondering what kind of changes were made when he stepped foot into this new world.

“That’s right, we will be having a quirk apprehension test now hurry up and get ready. After that meet outside to start the test.” 

J”me sighed, even though his blood was pumping and adrenaline started to flow throughout his body he didn’t feel that excited surprisingly.

Mr. Aizawa had left the classroom by this point and everyone was mainly talking with each other except for J'me, he was actually getting ready for the test. He would be at least till someone walked up and started to talk to him.

“H-hello my name is Izuku Midoriya and I was wondering how you knew that Mr. Aizawa was EraserHead.” 

J’me turned around to face the real protagonist in the series. “It’s simple really Midoriya, when you do alot of research on things you tend to find out about other things. It’s really simple actually.”

Midoriya was nervous and muttered to himself as usual which pissed J’me off. When he was in conversations he wanted it to be back and forth not waiting for one hundred years for an answer.

“Look Midoriya if you won’t say anything else I’ma go ahead and get ready.” J’me started to turn around and head out the door to get ready for the test.

“Wait!” Midoriya called out before J’me had left the area. “W-what is your quirk if you don’t mind telling me.”

J’me turned his head around to face the green haired boy. “You’ll find out when we do the test, also the name’s J’me Falcon.” With that he finally left the room to get ready for the test and got ready to beat Midoriya and Bakugo.

By the time J’me got outside and to the spot they were going to take the test at, everyone was already there and proceeded to look at him.

“Y’all got a fucking problem with me being late?” He was getting annoyed that everyone was looking at him.

“Everyone pay attention!” Mr. Aizawa spoke up so everyone would look away from J’me while he settled into the crowd around him and watched Mr. Aizawa.

He went over the rules and stuff for the quirk assessment test and had Bakugo go first as an example just like the normal timeline.

Bakugo had gotten into a baseball pitching like stance. He brought the ball back behind his head with his right hand. Bakugo then bought it forward and threw it, adding explosions to the throw. It made little 'o' shaped circles of smoke as he went up into the air and came crashing back down into the dirt.

705.2 meters. That was the distance the device read when Mr. Aizawa pointed the said device at the ball when it stopped rolling. 

Everyone was in shock seeing Bakugo's score, whispers started to break out from the crowd before Mr. Aizawa shut them up.

"One more thing before we start the quirk assessment test, the one who comes in last place will be expelled from U.A." 

"What!? That's unfair it's only the first day of school!" A girl from the crowd called out. She stepped forward and looked at Mr. Aizawa. She was Uraraka Ochako which J'me remembered her for having a huge crush on Midoriya later on.

"Are disasters fair? Are tsunamis, hurricanes, and tornadoes fair? No they aren't and neither will life."

Uraraka showed a frown on her face and disappeared back into the crowd while Mr. Aizawa continued.

"Now then let's begin, Midoriya you're up next."

Now this is where a little bit of the timeline changes. Instead of Midoriya needing two tries to transfer All for One into his finger he only needs one.

Midoriya stepped into the white circle with the ball in his hand. He got into the same baseball pitching like stance Bakugo did, bringing his right hand behind his head. He then launched the ball forward using All for One but only at his finger, the last contact with the ball.  

The ball flew through the air at amazing speeds. A couple seconds passed before the ball landed on the ground, reaching a total of 705.3 meters. Everyone was shocked except J'me.

Bakugo walked out from the crowd and started yelling at Midoriya. "WHAT THE HELL YOU QUIRK LESS NERD! WHEN DID YOU GET A QUIRK!" He was furious that Deku had beat him even if it was by a single decimal of a meter.

A sudden explosion could be heard, it was Bakugo using this quirk to go after Deku. Before he reached him Mr. Aizawa and J'me acted. J'me got in between the two rivals while Mr. Aizawa used his quirk to tie Bakugo in place. 

"Bakugo! None of this nonsense you are an adult and not a mere child now act like one."

Bakugo struggled against the special kind of rope that was holding him back. "You...why are you trying to protect Deku! He's a weak, quirk less bastard!" He said, still trying to break free.

"One reason Bakugo it's because I. Hate. Your. Fucking. Guts. Also you are a pretty big cunt." 

His eyes widened and he became even more furious and attempted to escape but ultimately failed in doing so. "I'LL KILL YOU DAMN IT!" He kept screaming these words at J'me till he just tuned out Bakugo.

J'me turned his attention to the green haired boy and began to walk over to him. "You are alright Midoriya?" 

Midoriya was shocked to see someone stand up to Bakugo like that. "Y-yeah I'm f-fine...uh J'me how are you able to stand up to Kacchan like that?" 

"That's something you best not worry about." He smiled at Midoriya and turned to Aizawa. "I'm guessing that this is done here? If so, may I go next." 

Mr. Aizawa nodded and J'me stepped into the white circle while Midoriya went back into the crowd. Bakugo still struggled but was let go soon enough after he had calmed a little.

J'me looked in front of him and took a deep breath. "I can't make handsigns in front of everyone, that would be extremely embarrassing...maybe I can do this..." He muttered, having a plan in mind that was worth trying. He exhaled and tossed the ball up.

For J'me it felt like everything started to move at a slower rate but that was just his mind. He pulled his right arm back while his left arm stayed at his side. His fingers closed only leaving his palm the only thing that was open on his hand. As the ball was falling J'me muttered something to himself. "Wind Style...Gale Palm..." This was the name of the jutsu he wanted to use.

The wind style gale palm was a jutsu that when used would send a huge blast from the user's palm and to their opponent. The blast could be dangerous depending on how much chakra was put into it. J'me put enough for it to just go further than Bakugo's score.

J'me went into a baseball pitching position but left his other arm at his side. His right arm was at neck level and behind it a little. As the ball fell in front of his eyes that's when he trusted his arm forward in hopes his plan would work.

For a split second, nothing seemed to happen, all of a sudden an enormous blast of wind came from J'me's palm. Since the ball was small and had little weight it blasted into the open field. The area around J'me was a little destroyed, dirt was sent everywhere and to some people in the crowd could feel the wind from where they were.

Since J'me was not expecting that kind of blast he fell on his ass. While the ball was flying through the air everyone made a 'o' face. 

The ball flew through the air at incredible speeds. When Mr. Aizawa checked it to see the distance it showed 1,732.9 meters.

Everyone gasped at the score J'me had gotten, even Aizawa showed a small smile.

J'me looked down at his hands and noticed something new that wasn't there before. Injuries on his arms? There were cuts going all up his arms that weren't there beforehand. Maybe it was from using his quirk for the first time? He didn't understand why something like that would happen. Nonetheless it probably wouldn't be the best to question it right now.

He stood up and put his hands inside his pockets to hopefully avoid questioning. He made his way back to the crowd, once there Midoriya walked up to him.

"J'me your quirk is so amazing! The way you sent the ball through the air was cool!"

He gave a little smile before speaking. "It was nothing besides that's not even the base of what I'm able to do with my quirk."

Midoriya gave a smile and nodded before he walked back to where he was standing. He was excited to say the least about J'me's quirk.

The quirk assessment test had ended as if it was five minutes not over an hour.

Mr. Aizawa pulled the list of everyone's score and place. "Instead of going over individual score's just look at the board to figure out where you landed."

J'me looked up at the board to see that he earned a nice third place while Midoriya ended up last.

"I was lying, no one is going home, I lied just so you would give it your all on the test." Mr. Aizawa had surprised everyone with his lie except J'me and Momo.

The class was dismissed soon after. On the way home Kirishima started to run after J'me so they could speak.

"Hey! Wait up!" Kirishima yelled, running to catch up with J'me.

"Hm...?" He turned around to see the red headed figure running to him.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I wanted to get to know you better. You seem like a really cool person." He spoke slowly to catch his breath.

"I see...what all do you want to know about me?" He turned around, started walking at a pace Kirishima could keep up with.

"Well I just want to know everything about you. In my opinion you were amazing in the quirk assessment test." He said following behind J'me to the train station.

J'me chuckled as he was walking. "Naw I wasn't amazing. I just did the best like everyone else."

Kirishima chuckled as well. "I thought you were tho, I mean the way you threw the ball looked really amazing!"

"Thanks Kirishima I appreciate it man." He offered a fist bump and Kirishima accepted.

"So how do you know my name?" He was curious to know how J'me was able to figure it out quickly.

"Oh uh I happened to know someone who was able to get me the roster and what everyone looked like in 1-A." He made up a lie on the spot wanting Kirishima to believe it.

"Oh I see!" He fell for the lie as if it was the truth.

They soon arrived at the train station. They exchanged numbers and went there separate ways.

On the train ride home J'me looked at the window and started thinking. "Why was I put here? What do I have to do in order to head home?" All these questions ran through his head like an endless loop.

An hour goes by and the train comes to a stop. J'me stood up and left the train, heading in the direction of home. 

By the time he got home he realized something else. His brother nor sister were here only his mother.

In the real world J'me had an older brother and an older sister. He did hate them sometimes but they were family so he couldn't hate for too long.

The house was big as if four people lived here but it was only two. He walked directly to his room and threw his stuff on the bed.

"Why the hell is all this happening? Let's see how did my last day go before I got here? It started off as a normal day, I woke up at five in the morning to get ready for school. The bus ride was also normal, sat by myself and listened to music." He kept thinking out loud to figure out how he got there.

"My classes were normal and so was the bus ride home. After I got home I just fell asleep since I was tired only to wake up in this world." What J'me didn't know was the thing that happened when he was out cold 

He sat down on the bed and started thinking about the new girl since he couldn't figure out how he got here. "I wonder how she got here...Mari was her name right?" He had only remembered this because when Mr. Aizawa called her name she stepped forward. 

He laid down and closed his eyes thinking of how they got here. He fell asleep and started dreaming of many things at once.

He woke up at midnight because someone was blowing up his phone. He sighed, turned to his right and grabbed his phone only to see it was Kirishima.

"What the fuck does he want at this time at night?" He thought to himself.

He texted him back so he would stop blowing his phone up. "Kirishima, it's midnight man what do you want?"

"J'me! Hey man you think we could meet up somewhere? I need to talk to you and it can't wait till tomorrow."

"You want me to sneak with the chance of getting caught just to meet up so we can talk?"

"Well when you put it like that it sounds bad..."

"You better be glad we became friends Kirishima. I'll see at the corner store near my house and get there as fast as you can." He gave Kirishima the address and took off.

Walking through the dark streets of Tokyo, Japan J'me found it looked astonishing. He enjoyed the five minute walk that took him to the corner store. Once he got there he sat down and waited for Kirishima.

It wasn't until thirty minutes later that Kirishima had finally made his appearance. "I'm sorry I took so long man." He spoke quietly as he sat down next to J'me.

"It's alright, now what do you want? Why did you make me sneak out so we could talk?" He was confused by how Kirishima had done this and whatever it was had to have been a good reason.

Kirishima sighed and put a serious expression on his face. "I know you were lying about how you know class 1-A. When I got home I did some research and found out that the list of the roster had never been leaked. Tell me the truth on how you know us J'me."

His heart began to race as Kirishima spoke. How did he figure that out? How much time did he spend on research? He took a deep breath and exhaled. It felt like hours before J'me spoke up. "Fine you want the truth...I'll give it to you. I'm originally not from this world, you see where I'm from this place is a show called My Hero Academia. I don't know if I'm supposed to be here or not and I'm trying to figure out how I got here. That's how I know y'all but since I got here the timeline is starting to take effect. You see there was one student that I didn't know and it was Mari...I better stop speaking before I completely fuck everything up."

Kirishima gasped in complete shock at how J'me knew them. "What! That's so cool! You gotta tell me everything!"

"No! Kirishima I can't or else everything I change now please forget I said this." He slowly stood up and began to walk home. Before he completely left he tilted his chin to Kirishima. "I'll see you at school tomorrow Kirishima!" He waved goodbye and walked home.

J'me easily got back inside without being caught. He went into his room and laid down. "Hopefully Kirishima shuts his mouth..." He repeated this a couple times before passing out.

The next day would truly be the start of his new life in My Hero Academia.