Mineta In MHA with a Second Quirk!

Three days before the entrance exams, Mineta Minoru lay sprawled across the bed in his new apartment in Musutafu. The faint hum of the city outside was muffled by the thin walls, leaving the room eerily quiet. The small apartment was sparsely furnished, with only a bed, a desk, and a pile of clothes hastily thrown into the corner. His parents had paid the landlord three years' rent in advance, allowing Mineta to stay close to U.A. High School as he chased his dream of becoming a hero.

Although Mineta had already passed the written exam and secured a place in the General Education Department, his true goal was the Hero Course. He knew the practical exam in three days would be his make-or-break moment. As he lay there, snoring lightly, his dreams were filled with visions of glory—cheers from the crowd, awe-struck girls, and himself standing tall among the greatest heroes of all time.

Suddenly, his peaceful sleep was shattered.

Mineta's eyes snapped open as a sharp, blinding pain exploded in his head. His hands shot up to clutch his temples, and a muffled, dry scream escaped his throat, barely audible through the blanket tangled around his face. His mind felt like it was being torn apart, as if something foreign was invading it. Memories—vivid, alien memories—poured into his consciousness like a flood.

'What the hell is happening?!' he thought, his breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps. 'Am I dying? Is this some kind of villain attack?!'

Minutes passed, though it felt like an eternity. Gradually, the pain subsided, leaving Mineta drenched in sweat and trembling. He pulled the blanket off his face, gulping in air like a man starved of oxygen.

"What… was that?" he muttered, his voice shaky. He sat up, running his hands through his purple, grape-like hair. His heart was racing as his mind began to sift through the memories now imprinted on his brain.

They weren't his.

'Two lives… Two people. Who are they? What is this?' Mineta's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the influx of information. It was chaotic, like trying to read two books at once while someone yelled in your ear. Slowly, though, it all began to make sense.

"I'm still me," he whispered, his voice firmer now as he reassured himself. "I'm still Mineta Minoru. That… thing, whoever it was, didn't succeed."

It became clear to him that someone—or something—had tried to take over his body. A transmigrator, like in those stories he sometimes read online. But for some reason, they had failed. Instead of possessing him, they had left behind their memories.

And something more.

As realization dawned on him, Mineta's eyes widened. He sprang to his feet, pacing the small room. "This can't be real," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This can't be happening."

The memories painted a horrifying picture of the future. Mineta saw flashes of events that hadn't yet occurred—terrible battles, destruction on an unimaginable scale. The Paranormal Liberation War. The final showdown between Midoriya and Shigaraki. The fall of heroes and the rise of chaos.

'All of that… I'm going to be part of all of that?!' he thought, his stomach churning with dread. 'No. No way. This is too much. I just wanted to be a hero, not get dragged into a warzone!'

His breathing quickened again as panic threatened to consume him. But then, something shifted. A new sensation coursed through him, one he had never felt before. It started in his eyes, a faint warmth that made them tingle, and then spread to his tongue. It wasn't unpleasant—in fact, it was exhilarating.

"What… what is this?" he murmured, bringing a hand to his face as if to confirm he was still himself. He blinked, and for a moment, his vision seemed sharper, clearer. His tongue tingled with a strange, almost electric sensation.

And then it hit him.

The transmigrator might have failed to take over his body, but they had left something behind—a parting gift. A golden finger. A cheat code.

As Mineta stood there, still processing the sensation of his new power, his thoughts began to twist and darken. A sly grin spread across his face as the true nature of his cheat code became clear to him.

"This… This isn't just any quirk," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and something far more sinister. "This is power—real power."

The quirk was called Absolute Hypnosis System, and its possibilities were endless. It was a combination of two abilities: the power to hypnotize others and a system-like interface that rewarded him with experience points for successfully using it.

Mineta's heart raced as he explored the mechanics in his mind. He could temporarily hypnotize someone, giving them the chance to break free, much like Shinso's quirk had worked during the U.A. Sports Festival. But what truly made it dangerous was the second option: permanent hypnosis. With a little more effort, he could rewrite someone's will entirely, bending them to his desires without any chance of escape.

"And every time I use it, I get stronger," he muttered, his grin widening. The thought was intoxicating. He could use the experience points to enhance his stats—strength, speed, intelligence, everything he would need to dominate in both battle and life.

His thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the girls of U.A. High. The heroines. The untouchable idols. They had always been out of his reach, unattainable fantasies. But now… now they would have no choice but to notice him.

"All those girls," he murmured, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "They ignored me in the original story, dismissed me as a joke. But this time…" His voice dropped, dripping with malice. "I'll make them mine. I'll break them. They'll worship me."

The images flooded his mind—Ochako's sexy figure, Momo's giant boobs, Mina's giant ass, Tsuyu's long tongue, Toru's invisible figure and Beauty that only he knew how she looked from the original work, and Jiro's unique goth like style. They were the stars of his darkest fantasies, and now, he had the means to turn those fantasies into reality.

'No one gave me a chance,' he thought bitterly, his fists clenching. 'I was always the butt of the joke. Always the loser. But not anymore. I have the power to change everything.'

Mineta's body shook with a sinister glee as he envisioned the future he would carve out for himself. He imagined the girls kneeling before him, their expressions filled with adoration and submission. They would be his—each and every one of them.

"Thanks for the cheat code," he said, addressing the lingering remnants of the transmigrator in his mind. "I'll make sure to put it to good use."

His dark chuckle echoed through the small apartment as he stood there, reveling in his newfound power and the possibilities it brought.

(Please give me some power stones.)