Every morning felt different for Nemuri now.
Before, her days followed the sa routine. She would wake up, drink coffee, prepare lesson plans, get into her car, head to U.A., do her job, co back ho, and repeat the cycle.
Over and over again.
But now, things had changed.
She still woke up early, as usual—but this ti, food was already set on the table.
It was a dish she had never seen before. It looked beautiful, and the sll was heavenly.
And standing there was the ho chef—wearing a white apron.
The kid she had t in the most bizarre way imaginable.
Now, sohow, he was taking care of her.
The roles had completely reversed.
Every morning, she woke up to a warm al she had never tasted before. Coffee was already prepared. All she had to do was take a bath, change her clothes, and leave—her belongings were already packed.
All of it was Maki's doing.
Nemuri simply smiled.
She never asked how he knew how to do all of this. She didn't question it. She was just… happy.
And just like that, four years passed.
Maki was now ten years old.
Nemuri noticed the changes imdiately.
He had always been tall—when she first t him, he was already around 4.5 feet. But now, he had almost caught up to her.
Nemuri stood at 5.9 feet.
Maki was already 5.8 feet tall.
She didn't say anything. She simply assud it was his quirk or sothing related to it.
Maki never attended school.
With Nemuri around, who needed to go to school anyway?
All he needed was a diploma that said he had graduated elentary school. Nemuri pulled a few strings—and just like that, he graduated.
The sa thing happened during junior high.
Nemuri wanted him to enroll in an actual school, but Maki was completely against it. And once he made up his mind, there was nothing she could do about it.
He was stubborn. She knew that.
So they made a deal.
Nemuri would allow it—but in exchange, Maki had to apply to U.A. when he turned seventeen.
Maki knew Nemuri worked there. He knew it was so kind of academy. And honestly, if he said no, Nemuri would lecture him endlessly.
So he nodded.
"That's great!" Nemuri said happily. "Rember what you promised."
She kissed Maki on the forehead before leaving.
♡
Maki was left alone in the condo.
He spent his ti scrolling through information, studying what kind of world this was.
A world of heroes and villains.
Just like the movies he had watched before.
Twenty percent of people were powerless. 60 percent had abilities.and twenty percent who have unique traits? Inheritance? What do they formally called there powers again Authority! Was it. Well anyway
It really felt like fiction.
As he scrolled, he saw the blond-haired man—the Number One Hero of the country. The Superman of this world. Then there was the fire guy, like the Human Torch. And countless others.
Heroes everywhere.
After learning the basics of this world, Maki moved on to sothing else.
Music.
And one thing was certain—
This world's music fucking sucked.
There were a few good ones, especially in the rock genre, but almost every song was about heroes, villains, justice, or battles.
It was exhausting.
The music itself wasn't bad—it fit this world perfectly. But for soone not accustod to it, soone like him, it was unbearable.
Then an idea struck him.
Why not recreate music from his world?
Not just that.
Maybe… it could be a call.
If soone else like him existed out there, maybe this would reach them.
Maki had told Nemuri everything he knew about himself.
Everything—except one thing.
He wasn't born in this world.
He was born in a world called Earth.
Why he had been thrown into this world was sothing far too embarrassing to explain. A mont from his past he would never disclose.
That story would go to the grave with him.
Only he—and a certain little girl—knew what truly happened.
♤
But before the little girl dropped Maki into this world, she had given him a gift—sothing he could use to protect himself.
The little girl knew everything about this world. She understood how clueless Maki was, how unprepared he would be.
So she gave him a gift called The Big 3 Lucky Draw.or TB3LD for short.
Everything Maki did that affected the course and plot of this world would be converted into points. Those points could then be used to perform lucky draws within a system the little girl had personally given him.
Maki's system was simple.
A red panel that only he could see.
On it were basic pieces of information—his na, his age, and his rewards, along with their details.
At the very center of the panel was a single golden box.
That box was where he would perform his lucky draws.
One point equaled one lucky draw.
If Maki had no points, the golden box would turn black and remain inactive. But the mont he gained even a single point, the box would light up again.
Before leaving him behind, the little girl had given Maki three free points.
Back then, he had already used them.
He pressed the golden box in the center of the red panel.
The box shook slightly.
Then the lid slowly opened.
From within it, an orb-like object floated out. Monts later, a single card erged.
The card was small at first—only a few inches in size—but as it hovered, it began to expand. Slowly, it grew larger and larger until it filled the entire red panel.
The system panel itself was about ten inches by seven inches.
And now, the card occupied all of it.
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