MHA: Reincarnated with the Power to Alter Time

It was a typical day in Yokohama. The streets buzzed with activity: businesspeople hurried past, their eyes glued to their phones; students laughed as they exchanged stories; and tourists paused to admire the colorful shop windows. Everything seemed perfectly normal… until suddenly, a young boy bolted out of a convenience store.

It was Yuto, weaving through the crowd as he sprinted away. Behind him, another man rushed out of the store, clearly agitated.

"Stop that kid!" the store clerk shouted, pointing at Yuto with an accusatory finger. His voice echoed through the street, catching the attention of curious bystanders.

Yuto, however, grinned as he ran. He pulled a small package from his pocket and held it up in front of him. Large, colorful letters on the wrapper read, "All Might Super Cookies," accompanied by an illustration of the hero striking his iconic pose. Biting into the wrapper, Yuto tore it open and took a big bite of the cookie inside.

"For a stereotypical Superman knockoff, at least you've got decent products," Yuto mumbled through a mouthful of cookie, savoring its sweet, crunchy flavor.

The store clerk was still on his heels, yelling for help. Finding the chase more amusing than stressful, Yuto decided it was time to shake him off. He took a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway, the walls closing in around him. Before anyone could catch up, Yuto activated his time-jumping quirk.

A sudden pull coursed through his body, and the alley around him dissolved into nothingness. When he opened his eyes, he was back outside the orphanage, just a few minutes after he had snuck out. A sly grin spread across his face as he ran a hand through his messy hair.

In the past two weeks, Yuto had gotten much better at using his quirk to manipulate time. Although he hadn't mastered it completely, his jumps were becoming more precise. There were still moments when he arrived a few minutes earlier or later than planned, but with constant practice, his mistakes were gradually becoming less frequent.

As part of his routine, Yuto kept training his body, although he often gave in to the temptation of sneaking out of the orphanage in search of some excitement. Just like he had done a moment ago… or rather, hadn't done, since technically, it never happened.

"Man, this never gets old," he muttered with a quiet laugh, walking with his hands in his pockets, his steps casual and unhurried. His eyes wandered back and forth, scanning the bustling city around him for anything that might catch his interest.

Yuto came to a halt when something—or rather, someone—completely caught his attention. A woman, probably in her early twenties, stood at the bus station amidst the crowd. Her chestnut-brown hair fell in soft waves, and her office attire fit perfectly, accentuating every curve of her figure.

A mischievous grin spread across Yuto's face. His expression lit up with the same enthusiasm as a kid about to pull a prank. Without hurrying, he maneuvered through the people waiting for the bus, slipping between them until he was right behind the woman.

Without a second thought, he raised his hand and delivered a loud smack to her backside. The sound echoed above the station's chatter, followed immediately by a sharp, outraged scream. The woman whirled around, her face red with anger, scanning for the culprit. Her eyes locked onto a man standing directly behind her, his expression one of pure confusion.

"You disgusting pervert!" she shouted, her voice ringing with righteous fury.

"Wha—?" was all the man managed to say, utterly bewildered by the accusation and clueless about what had just happened.

By then, Yuto had already stepped back, melting into the crowd, watching the scene he had set into motion.

The woman didn't hesitate for a second. With a swift motion, she raised her hand, and from her palm, a burst of scalding water shot out, splashing directly onto the man's face. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, staggering backward as he clutched his face.

"Ahhh!" he cried out, his voice filled with pain, steam rising faintly from his reddened skin. Around them, onlookers stared in stunned silence, whispering among themselves as they tried to make sense of the commotion.

Yuto watched the chaos from a safe distance, barely holding back his laughter. "This turned out even better than I expected," he thought, thoroughly enjoying the show. The woman continued berating the hapless man, who could only stammer out incoherent excuses.

When the scene reached its peak, Yuto decided it was time to call it a day. He slid his hands back into his pockets and activated his quirk. A familiar pull coursed through his body, and in the blink of an eye, everything around him dissolved.

A moment later, Yuto found himself back on the same street, just before the whole event unfolded. The passersby moved about as if nothing had happened, and the woman with chestnut hair waited calmly at the bus stop. The air was peaceful, as though the chaos had never occurred.

Yuto smirked, satisfied. Turning on his heel, he headed down another street, hands still in his pockets, humming a carefree tune.

"Maybe this is starting to go to my head," he muttered to himself, though the smile never left his face. "But honestly, who wouldn't take advantage of something like this, at least a little?"

He stopped for a moment, looking up at the sky, and let out a small sigh. "It's not like I'm doing anything really bad… just harmless pranks." With a shrug, as if that explanation was good enough, he continued walking, not giving it much more thought.

When he reached a busy intersection, he paused at the red light, waiting for it to change. While standing there, his eyes landed on two schoolgirls entering a convenience store nearby. His expression soured slightly as an unpleasant thought crossed his mind. "Right, school's about to start soon," he muttered, making a face.

Even though he wanted to attend UA someday, Yuto knew he had to finish his studies first, no matter how much the idea didn't excite him. That thought made him reflect on his first timeline. Back then, all he had wanted was to save enough money to escape Japan. After spending two years in the orphanage, he had run away. During that time, he had to sleep on the streets more than once and take poorly paid jobs just to survive. But this time, he knew things had to be different. If he truly wanted to get into UA, he'd have to work hard and finish school.

When the day ended, Yuto returned to the orphanage, making sure no one saw him come back. He didn't need to rewind time to the exact moment he had left because no one had noticed he was gone. He vividly remembered that one time when he had run away; even then, he hadn't rewound time. After spending the entire day outside, he was surprised to find that no one had realized he had been missing.

That experience made Yuto decide there was no point in reliving the same day twice. So, he stopped rewinding time to return to the exact moment he left. The fact that no one noticed his absence was convenient. And if he ever did get caught, he could always rewind time and reset everything as if nothing had happened.

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Yuto stood in front of the school, frowning as he stared at the towering building. "It's so frustrating to have to come back here after already finishing high school in my previous life," he thought, clenching his teeth.

Around him, the place was buzzing with students chatting and laughing with each other. It seemed lively and carefree, but to Yuto, it was anything but. He remained still, arms crossed, wondering if saving the world was really worth it. After a moment of thought, he decided he didn't have much of a choice.

He pulled his student ID card out of his pocket, glancing at his name printed on it: Nishimura Yuto. His eyes paused at the section showing his classroom number and the locker where he was supposed to store his shoes, as was customary in Japanese schools.

From the little he had managed to piece together about the life of the original Yuto—the one whose body he had reincarnated into—he knew his parents had died in a car accident. That loss had left him orphaned, forcing him to move into an orphanage and transfer schools. This meant he was the new student. For Yuto, that had its advantages: he didn't have to pretend to be the original Yuto; he could just be himself.

He sighed, tucked the card back into his pocket, and stepped through the school gates. The hallways were filled with unfamiliar faces, but Yuto didn't care. He left his shoes in the assigned locker and headed to his classroom. When he arrived, he stopped in front of the door.

From the other side, he could hear the classroom's noise—laughter, conversations, the usual chatter of students before class began.

He remembered how it had been in his previous timeline. The students had greeted him with a bit of initial curiosity, as they always did with someone new. But that attention had quickly faded once they found out he didn't have a quirk. Yuto knew it wouldn't be any different this time. While he didn't care what people thought of him, no one liked being the target of ridicule.

He sighed again, mentally prepared himself, and pushed open the classroom door.

As he stepped over the threshold, the chatter in the classroom dwindled to almost nothing. A few students glanced at him—some with curiosity, others with indifference—but none with genuine interest. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with a patient smile, paused her writing on the board when she noticed his presence.

"Oh, you must be Nishimura Yuto!" she exclaimed, adjusting her glasses. "Please, come in. Class, this is your new classmate."

She gestured to an empty seat near the window. "You can sit there. I hope you'll feel comfortable with us."

Yuto gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before making his way to the seat. As he walked between the desks, he noticed the reactions from some of the students: a pair of girls whispered to each other, laughing softly; a boy yawned openly, not bothering to hide it; and another group barely seemed to notice him at all. Nothing out of the ordinary.

He slumped into the chair, pulled out his notebook, and began doing what he had mastered in his previous life—pretending to pay attention while jotting down random notes from whatever the teacher said. And so, Yuto's school life began all over again.