In MHA with Sans's powers

[Iruma's POV]

Middle school was supposed to be a new beginning—a clean slate. But for us, it was just another step toward preparing for the chaos that I knew was coming. After all, being reincarnated into the My Hero Academia world meant I had a cheat sheet of what to expect. Heroes. Villains. The lines between them. I thought I had everything mapped out.

That was, until she appeared.

It happened during the second semester of our first year. Astro and I were walking through the park after school, unwinding from yet another day of being the school's honoured ones. I could tell Astro was in a good mood—he had just aced another physical exam, further solidifying his position as one of the best.

"Hey, Sans," he said, tossing a rock into the pond. "What do you think high school's gonna be like? I mean, U.A. is the goal, right?"

I shrugged. "Probably more of the same. Tests, training, and drama. You know how it goes."

He smirked. "You're such a pessimist."

Before I could retort, a voice cut through the quiet.

"Hey! You guys got any blood?"

We both froze.

Turning toward the sound, I saw her—a girl around our age with short, messy blonde hair, wearing a school uniform that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks. Her golden eyes were wide, almost glowing, and her smile...it wasn't the friendly kind.

[Astro's POV]

I don't know what it was about her, but the moment I saw her, my chest tightened. Maybe it was her messy hair. Maybe it was her cat like eyes, filled with something wild and untamed. Or maybe it was the way she stood there, so unbothered by how strange her question was.

"Blood?" Iruma said, raising an eyebrow. "Why would we have blood?"

The girl tilted her head, her smile growing wider. "Oh, you know. For drinking. Or maybe painting. It's fun either way!"

I stared at her, unsure if I should be intrigued or terrified. Probably both.

Iruma, always the quicker one, stepped forward cautiously. "And who are you exactly?"

She twirled a strand of her hair, her gaze flicking between us. "I'm Himiko. Himiko Toga. Nice to meetcha!"

I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but the words caught in my throat.

She grinned at me. "What about you, handsome? Got a name?"

I felt my face heat up. "Uh, Astro. Astro Kugisaki."

Her eyes lit up, and she took a step closer. "Astro, huh? I like it. You seem...fun."

[Iruma's POV]

Oh no.

I'd seen that look before. Astro wasn't just smitten—he was hooked.

I glanced at him, already dreading what was to come. "Astro," I said, keeping my tone neutral, "can I talk to you for a second?"

He nodded, still staring at Toga like she'd hung the moon.

I pulled him aside, lowering my voice. "Do you know who she is?"

"She said her name's Himiko," he replied, confused.

"Yeah," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. "And if she's the same Himiko I'm thinking of, she's going to be a villain. A dangerous one."

Astro frowned, glancing back at her. She was now crouching by the pond, poking at the water with a stick.

"She doesn't look dangerous," he muttered.

"Not yet," I said. "But give it a few years."

He crossed his arms, his expression stubborn. "And what if we can change that? What if we can help her before she...you know, goes down that path?"

I stared at him, taken aback. "You're serious?"

He nodded.

I sighed. "Astro, this isn't a game. You're talking about rewriting someone's entire future."

"Exactly," he said, his eyes firm. "If we can save her now, isn't it worth a try?"

I hesitated. I knew he was right—at least partially. If anyone could get through to her, it was probably Astro. And if we could change her fate, it might make a huge difference in the timeline.

Finally, I nodded. "Alright. But we have to be careful. She's not exactly...stable."

He smiled, relief washing over his face. "Thanks, Iruma."

[Toga's POV]

These two were interesting.

Astro was cute, no doubt about it. The way his face turned red when I talked to him? Adorable. And Iruma...he was sharp. I could tell he didn't trust me, which made him even more fun. I wonder what their blood tastes like~

I hadn't planned on talking to anyone today, but something about them had drawn me in. Maybe it was the way Astro smiled, or the way Iruma's gaze seemed to see right through me.

Whatever it was, I wasn't going to let them slip away just yet. Maybe get a little taste in~

"So," I said, standing up and brushing off my skirt, "what do you guys do for fun? Besides looking cute, I mean."

Astro stammered something incoherent, while Iruma just sighed.

"Mostly training," Iruma said. "Why?"

She grinned. "Training, huh? Sounds like fun. Maybe I'll join you sometime. I'm pretty good with a knife~"

Astro's face lit up. "Really? That'd be great!"

Iruma groaned quietly. "Yeah. Great. We've got a Chara now."

As we left the park together, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement. These two were different. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe...just maybe...I'd found people who could understand me.

Or at least, people who wouldn't run away screaming....

[General POV]

Astro and Himiko had grown inseparable over the weeks. Her chaotic energy was the perfect foil to his steadfast resolve, and their dynamic became a rhythm of teasing banter and unspoken understanding. She'd drag him into mischievous schemes, and he'd always manage to ground her, bringing her back from the edge of recklessness.

Iruma, ever the observer, let them be. He watched with quiet amusement as Himiko slowly opened up, her walls crumbling under Astro's unwavering kindness. It was the kind of connection Iruma knew could either SAVE her or SHATTER her completely.

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[Astro's POV]

Himiko wasn't like anyone I'd ever met. She was wild and unpredictable, but also so...fragile, in a way she tried to hide. The more time we spent together, the more I saw it.

The way her laughter never quite reached her eyes. The way she flinched when someone raised their voice, even if it wasn't directed at her.

I didn't push her to talk about it, though. I figured she'd tell me when she was ready.

And one day, she did.

[Scene: Under the Stars]

We were lying on the grass in the park, the stars scattered across the sky like shards of glass. Himiko had been unusually quiet that day, her usual spark dimmed.

I turned my head to look at her. "You okay?"

She didn't answer at first, just kept staring at the sky. Then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"They hate me, you know."

I frowned. "Who?"

"My parents." Her laugh was bitter, nothing like her usual carefree chuckle. "They think I'm a freak. That I'm...wrong."

I didn't know what to say. I just waited, letting her continue at her own pace.

"They tried to 'fix' me," she said, her voice cracking. "Therapists, punishments, yelling. Nothing worked. I didn't change. I couldn't."

She turned to me then, her golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Do you think I'm broken, Astro?"

The question hit me like a punch to the gut. "No," I said firmly. "You're not broken, Himiko. You're just...you."

She looked away, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. "You're the only one who thinks that."

Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Then she spoke again, her voice trembling.

"I'm running away."

My heart sank. "What?"

She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. "I can't stay there anymore. They'll just keep trying to change me, and I'll keep disappointing them. It's better if I leave."

"No," I said, sitting up as well. "Himiko, you can't just run away. That's not the answer."

"What else am I supposed to do?!" she snapped, her voice breaking. "Stay there and let them keep hating me?! Let them keep trying to fix something that isn't broken!?"

Her tears spilled over then, and she buried her face in her knees.

I reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Himiko, listen to me. You're not alone, okay? You have me. You have Iruma. We care about you."

She shook her head. "You don't understand."

"Then help me understand," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Tell me what you need, and I'll do everything I can to help. Just...don't run away. Please."

Her sobs quieted, and she looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because you matter to me," I said without hesitation. "You're my friend, Himiko. And I'm not giving up on you."

For a moment, she just stared at me, as if searching for some hidden motive. Then, slowly, she nodded.

"Okay," she whispered. "I won't run away."

[General POV]

That night marked a turning point. Himiko didn't change overnight—her struggles were far from over—but she started to trust more, to lean on Astro and Iruma in ways she never had before.

Astro, for his part, became her anchor. He didn't have all the answers, but he gave her something she desperately needed: a reason to stay.

And for the first time in a long time, Himiko began to believe that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as alone as she thought.

The day was bright, a sharp contrast to the heavy thoughts lingering after the events of the night before. Himiko had finally told us everything about her parents, and now it was time to confront them. Astro and I walked side by side toward her home, our pace steady, our resolve unshaken.

Her house was painfully pristine, standing rigid in a neighborhood that screamed conformity. The lawn was trimmed to perfection, the curtains drawn tight as if to keep the world at bay. Astro knocked on the door firmly, his jaw set.

The woman who answered was tall, with sharp features and a cold gaze that scanned us like we were insects beneath her notice. "Can I help you?"

"We're friends of Himiko," Astro said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge. "We need to talk to you."

Her eyes narrowed, but she stepped aside without a word. Inside, the house was as sterile as its exterior. Everything was immaculately arranged, devoid of any warmth or sign of life. It didn't feel like a home; it felt like a museum.

Himiko's father appeared, his posture rigid, his expression carved from stone. He crossed his arms as he addressed us. "What is this about?"

"It's about your daughter," Astro said, wasting no time. "She's been hurting, and we think it's because of you."

Her mother scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. "Hurting? That girl is impossible. We've done everything to help her, and she rejects it at every turn."

Astro's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Help her? By calling her a monster? By trying to erase who she is?"

"She is a monster," her father said, his voice low and venomous. "No normal child behaves the way she does. She needs discipline, not coddling."

I stepped forward, my voice cold and measured. "She's a kid. Your kid. And instead of loving her, you've crushed her. Do you even realize what you've done?"

Her mother's face twisted in anger. "We've done what's necessary to protect her and everyone else. You have no idea what it's like to raise someone so... unnatural."

"No," Astro said, his voice trembling but firm. "You don't get to justify this. She's not broken. She's not a monster. She's your daughter, and you've failed her."

The room fell silent, their faces hardening, though the guilt was evident in their eyes. They didn't have a defense, not a real one.

Astro turned toward the door, his movements stiff with restrained fury. "We're done here. And Himiko? She's staying with us now."

I followed without a word, leaving her parents standing in the cold, lifeless house they'd made. They didn't try to stop us, and I wondered if some part of them knew we were right.

Outside, Astro exhaled shakily, his hands still trembling. "They don't deserve her," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

I nodded, the anger in me still simmering. "No, they don't. But she has us now. That's what matters."

Astro stopped walking, turning to face me. His eyes burned with determination, the kind that left no room for doubt. "We're going to make sure she never feels alone again. Ever."

I clapped a hand on his shoulder, offering a small, grim smile. "She's got us. That's a promise."

We walked back toward the park, where Himiko waited, unaware of what had just transpired. I could only hope that when we told her, she'd believe us. Believe that she wasn't a monster. Believe that she wasn't alone.

As we turned the corner, Astro suddenly stopped and pointed to a vending machine. "Bet you I can hit the button from here with a rock," he said, his voice lighter, though his eyes still carried the weight of the confrontation.

"Bet you can't," I challenged, grabbing a small pebble.

For a moment, the air shifted. The tension eased, if only slightly, as the two of us turned to something as trivial as a vending machine. We both knew the fight wasn't over—not for Himiko, not for any of us. But for now, we'd take what little peace we could.