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Kusuo our beloved coffee jelly psychic is reincarnated into a world where people have quirks, how will he deal with the upcoming disasters?
Credit to: @IHateNoises for the inspiration artwork, and plot (all credits...
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Kusuo's POV:
By the time I returned, four rounds have passed.
Well I did see Eiji's round but I missed the beginning.
I watched as the two manliest students in the school were carried away by stretchers.
"I'm kinda surprised that it's a draw. I didn't expect both of them to get knocked out at the same time. Well in a way, their quirks are almost the exact same as each other. But not quite..."
While I was walking around, I decided to get a drink since I hoped it would help clear my mind.
And what was that drink you say?
Strawberry milk.
I sipped some out of the white carton that had a strawberry on it that I bought from one of the concession stands.
The next match was between Bakugou and Uraraka.
"I 'kinda feel bad for Uraraka since I already know how this is going to end up. It's fairly obvious on who's going to win."
I stared at them blankly as they began.
I sipped some more milk and thought about how much coffee jelly Dadzawa would owe me if I win 1st place.
"If I win 3rd place, that would hurt my pride a bit. If I win 2nd place, I won't hate it or dislike it. And if I win 1st place, I'd get the most attention. It doesn't matter, as long as the attention isn't the negative type."
"On the bright side.--
I thought as I pulled out a calculator.
"There's a 99.98% chance of getting coffee jelly from Dadzawa."
I was knocked out of my train of thoughts as I felt someone tug at my sleeve. I looked to my right and saw the tiny pervert Mineta.
"Can I come across anyone but him."
"What do you want?" I asked, turning my gaze at the match and trying not to gag.
"Can I have your drink if you're not going to finish it? Or at least your milk carton or straw?" He asked drooling and blushing.
"You nasty bitc-."
"No." I said.
"Can I have just one sip? Maybe two- from the same straw you sipped from?" He asked.
"Hmm..Did you know that having broken bones affect people's performance at being a hero? I do, I still don't know how much it will affect them though. From what google says it can give the person chronic back pain, scoliosis, and even have them in a wheel chair for the rest of their lives. What if I figure it out now." I glared at him, and surrounded myself with a demonic aura.
