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·Chapter Eleven
[Sparks Between Circuits and Souls]
The morning sun poured through my window, painting gold along the rim of my desk, where the prototype of the compact holographic projector sat quietly—its crystalline prism pulsing with faint light. I hadn't touched it since testing last night. It worked… mostly.
But something about it still felt off.
Maybe it was the projection lag. Maybe it was the way the human silhouette flickered when moved. Or maybe…
> "Maybe it's me."
I rubbed my temple and yawned. It wasn't the first night I'd drifted to sleep half-dressed in my chair, surrounded by blueprints and bits of circuitry. My body might have adapted to this new world, this new youth—but my soul still carried the weight of two lives. Some days it was invigorating. Others… it just felt lonely.
And loneliness, despite everything I had—intelligence, powers, friends—still hit me like it used to.
Even when I had people around.
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Breakfast was unusually quiet. Dad had already left for work, and Mom was humming softly as she flipped tamagoyaki on the skillet. She looked tired—just faint lines at the corner of her eyes, the kind of fatigue that didn't come from lack of sleep, but from the daily rhythm of care.
I sat down without a word, watching her.
She caught my stare and smiled. "Thinking hard again?"
I shrugged. "Just got a lot on my mind."
"You always do," she said gently, placing the plate before me. "But I like that about you."
I looked at her then—really looked. In this world, she was my mother. Kind. Attentive. Not overly strict. Sometimes a little distant, but never out of love. I still remembered my mother from Earth—someone very different. A woman hardened by life, too tired to notice when her son disappeared into fiction and numbers.
This mother noticed.
And maybe… maybe that's what scared me.
> "What happens when you get used to a world you don't belong to?"
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School –
"Izuku, you're not breathing right again," I said, standing beside him as he practiced a controlled leap in the training yard after class. His arms flailed mid-air and he landed awkwardly, rolling forward into a heap.
"Ugh—right, sorry," he groaned, sitting up and dusting off his gym shirt. "I thought I had it."
"You overthink mid-air." I offered him a hand. "You plan five steps ahead before step one finishes. Your brain's ten seconds faster than your feet."
He laughed sheepishly. "I guess that's true."
"I can help you work on that. Timing drills. Body memory."
He nodded, grateful. "You're really good at this, you know?"
I raised a brow. "You mean bossing people around?"
"No," he said seriously. "You make people better. Not just with advice. You see things. Like, who they could become."
I blinked.
That was… weirdly on-point.
And it made something stir inside my chest.
> "All this time, I thought I was only building machines. But maybe… I'm building people too."
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After School –
"Mei, it's not stable enough for field use yet," I warned, holding the still-glowing holographic projector as she tinkered with a new lens array nearby.
"Says you," she teased, grinning without looking up. "You're too conservative. What's the fun in engineering if you don't almost fry your eyebrows off?"
I snorted. "I like my eyebrows where they are."
She spun in her chair and leaned forward across the table, chin resting on her palms. "So, what's eating you, Brainiac?"
"I didn't say anything was."
"Yeah, but you've got that broody 'I'm thinking about quantum consequences and death again' face."
I hesitated.
Then sighed.
"It's just… hard. Balancing all this. Being a genius isn't as glamorous as it sounds. People expect you to always know. Always be right. Always fix things."
Her gaze softened. "You're not a vending machine for answers, Yuuji."
"I know. But it feels like the smarter I get, the more separate I become. From normal life. From people."
A beat of silence passed between us.
Then she reached out and flicked my forehead lightly.
"Ow."
"That's for being dramatic," she smirked. "You're not separate. You're just… on a higher floor. Doesn't mean the elevator's broken. You can still let people in."
> "Elevator, huh? I wonder if I ever stopped at Mei's floor."
I watched her for a moment, her eyes bright with curiosity, fingers quick and confident as she tested voltage readings.
Somewhere deep inside, a dangerous thought sparked.
> "Don't fall. Don't fall into someone else's rhythm. You've got a mission."
But it was already too late for that.
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Night –
The projector was finally stable—thanks to the lens Mei designed. It could render a life-sized human model for 37 seconds without distortion. I'd tested it using a replica of All Might in his prime.
It was jarring.
Even the pose was perfect.
In the silence of my room, I watched the hologram disappear, then sat on the floor with my knees drawn up.
> [SYSTEM: Tier 2 Upgrade Available – "Strategic Fabrication Node"]
[Description: Allows design and simulation of battlefield constructs, custom gear, and tactical weapons in virtual reality space before assembly.]
[Accept Upgrade? Y/N]
I hovered over the "Y".
This was the next step. To prepare for what was coming. Villains. U.A. missions. Everything I knew was inevitable.
But I paused.
Again.
> "Is this what I want? Or what I feel obligated to want?"
When you've watched a story play out once, living it feels almost… disingenuous. Like reading the script of your own life. But nothing in the anime prepared me for this. For feelings.
For conversations. For glances. For people.
I accepted the upgrade.
> [Upgrade Installed.]
[New Feature Unlocked: Multi-Layer Neural Forge – Simulate combat designs with real-time stress feedback.]
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Just before I turned in, my phone buzzed.
[Mei: Don't forget to test the prism under sunlight. UV light bends differently than in the lab. Also… thanks for today.]
I stared at the last line.
Thanks for today.
I didn't do much. Just talked. Listened. Shared a little.
But maybe that was enough.
Maybe I was starting to live this life, not just run ahead of it.
I typed back:
[Yuuji: You're welcome. I'll run tests at sunrise. Sleep well, Grease Queen.]
She sent back a laughing emoji and a wrench.
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Lying in bed, system modules half-opened in my mind, I felt the dull hum of evolution—tech, relationships, fate. It was all moving forward.
Izuku was training harder every day.
Mei was slowly becoming something more than a lab partner.
My parents… they smiled when I came home.
And I?
I was finally feeling this world instead of just building in it.
Tomorrow would bring more changes. More chances to fall deeper into this universe that wasn't mine… but maybe was becoming so.
Whatever awaited at U.A.—the heroes, the villains, the trials—I'd meet it.
As the boy with two minds, one soul, and a heart that refused to stop caring.
Even if it hurt.
Even if it broke me.
Because that's what heroes do.
Even the ones who aren't born… but built.
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End of Chapter
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