Second Chance

Earth, New York.

An asteroid streaks through the sky, Himori closes her eyes to recite a wish— The death of all humans.

She was not always such a grim girl, however, the events of her childhood had made her hate the entire world.

"If only I wasn't so powerless" she sighed.

"If I could, perhaps I would have already burned down this rotten world."

With her silly wish done and over with, she looked up the sky to see the asteroid. Only to see a huge circular mountain in front of her.

"W-wha-?!"

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

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Earth (???), Japan

In a classroom, a blue-haired girl finds herself disoriented.

"What's this…? Why am I here? Didn't I die just now?", she mumbles.

Naturally, this girl is Himori. Before she could think any further, a huge wave of pain assaults her.

"U-urgh!" she grabs her head and grunts.

The pain flows through her body as she struggles to deal with the pain.

"It's all flowing so fast…"

The memories then finished going through her head, her body aching a bit from the pain.

"What was that…"

While Himori was still recovering from the pain, a faint voice sounded beside her.

"Hey, dummy!"

"Dummy!!!", the voice yelled.

Himori turned around only to see a red-haired man with a huge frown on his face. It took a few seconds, but she realized that this man was in this body's memories— Kirishima.

"What's wrong with you?" Kirishima asks.

"My bad, just a small headache." Himori brushes off the question. She hadn't fully collected her thoughts yet so she wanted to avoid him for now.

Himori looked around the room to see other student sitting. This is class 1-A of Japan's most prestigious Villain School.

"The memories of this body are weird… Have I been transferred to a different world?!" Himori mutters in shock.

"My current body, maybe coincidentally, or perhaps by fate… Is also named Himori."

Himori then hears Kirishima's voice again.

"Just a small headache? Oh wow, like I totally believe that." Kirishima says in a sarcastic tone.

Himori rolls her eyes and scoffs in annoyance.

"Wait, that's not how I'd normally respond… Is the memories of this body affecting me?" Himori realizes.

Kirishima then speaks again, "Uh, hello? You gonna stop mumbling to yourself?"

"But seeing you roll your eyes like that, maybe you are fine. After all, you're always—"

Before Kirishima could finish his sentence, he suddenly turned into a marble— Or rather, he was trapped inside it. At the other end of the room, a SOMETHING voice sounded.

"Why don't we slow down on the clown act, Mr. Red Head. "

Himori turns her head around abruptly. It was one of the teachers, a villain named Mr. Compress. Although he was not an officially ranked villain, he was definitely powerful enough to be accepted into the League.

"Sorry Mr. Compress, but I honestly don't really care." Himori said, sarcastically as he raised her hands up, not caring a bit as Himori smirks.

"Oho, quite the attitude little missy! You'll grow to be a fine villain one day" Mr. Compress seemed to not take her seriously, instead he snapped his finger and allowed Kirishima to be set free.

"Whadd'ya think you're doing old man?! Want a piece of my Red Riot?!" In annoyance, Kirishima tried to lunge at Mr. Compress but was promptly struck by a zap of electricity by a yellow-haired student.

"Ehem, sorry teach! Kirishima here forgot to take his meds today…" the student joked.

Humour skimmed through her memories, and quickly found the identity of this man. Denki Kaminari.