Sukuna found out that day that hanging out with Tamashi was actually kind of funny.
The boy could go invisible by holding his breath, so Mirio and Tamaki had him do Sukuna’s special method of stamina and endurance training.
Which went as followed : Sprint until you’re tired and keep sprinting.
Repeat.
Tamashi’s endurance, since the beginning of the school year, had increased greatly, despite the fact that only a month had passed.
‘A month has already passed, huh?
Keep growing, Izuku.
I can’t wait for you to stand by my side.’ Sukuna smiled, as he was currently in a restaurant, eating food with Nejire on his left and Tamashi on his right.
Mirio and Tamaki were simply infront of them, as they had chosen one of the larger tables this restaurant had to offer.
“You guys wanna hear about Mirio’s strange encounter?” Sukuna spoke up, as soon as he was done chuckling.
Tamaki recounting what happened during their childhood, specifically who had stolen his wallet – it was Mirio – suddenly gave them the reason as to why they fought 3 days ago.
Tamaki was 100% justified.
“Sure thing.” Tamaki was the first one to agree, grinning.
Nejire and Tamashi agreed as well, while Mirio himself was biting the insides of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.
He knew which story Sukuna would tell them about.
“So it goes like this..
A brave, valiant warrior by the name of Togata Mirio woke up in his throne room, surrounded by concubines and his lovely wife.
After waving them off with a good morning and kissing them like the good husband he was, Togata Mirio then had breakfast.
Togata Mirio, being the great king that he was, also walked out of his kingdom and began to walk on the street.
Hearing a commotion…” Sukuna let the sentence drag on, his voice growing deeper.
“Mirio ran into the alleyway, noticing a tall, dark man with no hair.
He was bald.” Sukuna stated, like it was some kind of disease.
“The bald man, as we like to call him, was grabbing a woman by her shoulders.
The horrifying thing was..
They were taking their clothes off.” Nejire and Tamashi choked on their spit, while Tamaki’s smirk grew even wider, and Mirio began to crack up slightly.
“The bald man, realizing he was in the presence of his mighty king, yelled ‘My king, my quirk allows to me create Shaquille O’Neal stickers once I impregnate a woman successfully!’ Togata Mirio, naturally being the great king that he was, backed off.
The end.” Sukuna finished with a smirk, with Nejire, Tamashi and Mirio laughing.
Even Tamaki was chuckling, which was a success in his books.
“It never gets old!
The guy seriously had a messed up quirk.
I mean, what type of person were you in your last life to even have a quirk like this?!
I’d rather be quirkless!” Mirio kept laughing, holding his stomach.
Nejire was on the verge of tears, and Tamashi had finally controlled his laughter, although he couldn’t stop smiling.
‘Life is good.’ Sukuna thought, smiling at his friends’ laughter.
____________________ ‘Life is bad.’ Sukuna was currently in the middle of being yelled at by Inko, who he forgot to text about hanging out with his friends.
He sighed, knowing that she must’ve been thinking that he got kidnapped, or worse…
Sukuna grabbed his mother by her shoulders, as he looked into her eyes seriously.
“Mother, you don’t need to worry.
You know how strong I am.
If there is no villain that can beat All Might, then how can they possibly tickle me?” He calmed her down, reassuring her that he was going to be fine.
It took a few hours, but it was fine.
Sukuna was grateful for her worries, since that meant that she truly cared about him.
It was wonderful to have a mother like Inko, when you had a mother in your past life that threw you away because you had 2 more arms.
Sukuna stopped that line of thought, not willing to disrespect his past life’s mother.
She did what she had to.
Atleast that’s what he told himself.
Sukuna sighed, as he went back to his own room, tuning in for the night.
Izuku also had a day off from his training, which meant Sukuna could sleep now.
____________________ A week had passed, and school life resumed without any further distraction.
Well..except for the distraction on the first day of their return, however.
An entire crowd of reporters had stormed U.A’s entrance, with the barrier even being activated to stop one brave – or stupid – reporter from getting inside.
“Where is Midoriya Sukuna?!” “Are you a friend of Sukuna?” “Did you see Sukuna walking by?” “Huh?
Why did I hear a guy talk about Shaq stickers?” Sukuna chose to ignore that last part, using his precise manipulation of Cursed Energy, as he exploded the air beneath him and simply flew over the crowd and the barrier.
Landing on the other side, Sukuna continued to walk without any further distractions.
Once he reached his class, everybody’s eyes naturally landed on him, since he was the center of conversation.
His popularity even shot past Endeavor, somehow still beneath All Might’s.
‘Guess that’s what being number 1 does to you.’ Sukuna chuckled.
That man was ridiculous.
Sukuna, ignoring everybody’s annoyed glare, just sat down in his seat, before speaking.
“Hmmm..
I’m sensing alot of disrespectful thoughts forming in here, perhaps you guys would like another demonstration of Dismantle?” Everybody’s eyes focused on the podium, where they were waiting for Aizawa to appear.
‘What an asshole..’ They all thought simultaneously, with the sole exception of Ryomen Sukuna, of course.
____________________ Aizawa, having let his class wait for 5 minutes longer, entered the classroom with an unusually serious expression.
“I..
Have an announcement to make.” He began, with the class focusing on him, including Sukuna.
Sukuna narrowed his eyes.
‘Oh.
What an asshole, he’s pretending like this to give us the impression that we’ll be attacked again.’ Sukuna found it funny.
He’s definitely stealing this idea from Aizawa.
“The sports festival..
Is right around the corner!
And before you ask, no, we won’t stop it or cancel it because of a mere villain attack.
We’ll show everybody that U.A isn’t rattled, and simultaneously show the villain behind this that we are much, much stronger than he knows.” Sukuna caught onto a little thing in Aizawa’s words.
‘He?’ Sukuna frowned, this meant that either U.A had no idea who the villain was and were guessing it was a male, which was unlikely, or they already had an idea of who could do this.
He would talk to Aizawa about this.
While the class pondered on their preparations for the sports festival, Sukuna had much deeper reasons to worry.
His gut was yelling at him once again, telling him that something was wrong.
Sukuna, for the first time in Aizawa’s eyes, brought his arm up.
“Sensei, can we go and have a talk?” His voice cut through the conversation, the urgency in his tone even spooking Mirio.
“Sukuna, what’s wrong?” Mirio asked, Sukuna promptly ignored him.
“Sure thing, Midoriya.
We can go.” Aizawa nodded at him, his eyes just as narrowed as Sukuna’s.
Once they were out of the classroom and in the principal’s room – which Sukuna had insisted Aizawa take them to – Sukuna bluntly asked his teacher, and his principal, who he was sure hearing this.
“Who did you catch?
Who’s the scapegoat?” Sukuna asked, his voice serious.
“Doc Seismic.
Apparently, he ran an underground Quirk experimentation ring.
Suspiciously close to the USJ.” Aizawa replied, not bothering to deny Sukuna’s accusations.
He knew the boy was too strong and too smart to not figure it out.
“If I may,” Nezu, who was listening in, appeared out of Aizawa’s scarf.
“How did you know that he was a scapegoat, Sukuna?” “It’s obvious.” Sukuna replied immediately.
“The land that the USJ was built on is owned by U.A, you guys would catch whiff of any villain activity going on there, since you most likely have a teacher patrol the area once or twice a day.
The fact that an underground Quirk experiment ring suddenly appeared, which I’m assuming it did around the same time as that monster got into the USJ, is too suspicious.” Sukuna explained.
“As expected of U.A’s strongest student.
You truly do not disappoint.” Nezu smiled, which assured Sukuna.
“Don’t worry, I have an idea who did this.
There can only be one person capable of doing this, and he thinks he’s outsmarted us this time.
Again, don’t worry.
Just follow along my plan, and I’ll make sure none of your friends are hurt.” Nezu directly assured him, which made him lower his guard a little.
His principal needed to know this.
“That monster, I might have withheld information about it.
It was a ticking time bomb.
A failed experiment, or a defect in this case.
The regeneration quirk keeping it from blowing up was failing, and it was close to blowing up when it showed up at the USJ.
If a failed experiment exists, that means that whoever did this has probably done this a dozen more times.
At the very least a dozen.” Sukuna shared this information with them, watching Aizawa’s eyes widen, while Nezu remained composed.
Sukuna was surprised, did the principal already know?
Although it did make sense, why would he not share it with Aizawa?
Weird.
“I was planning on sharing my theory of it being a ticking time bomb in the next meeting, but I guess this just confirmed it.
Thank you, Midoriya.
I won’t disappoint your expectation.” Nezu gave him a confident smile, which made Sukuna smile in turn.
“I’m sure you won’t, principal Nezu.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Hamood0831 Couldn’t end the day with only 3 chapters.
Heres a 4th one to hit 20 chapters!
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