I sat up, rubbing my eyes, when the Gacha System's neon interface flickered to life in my vision, unprompted. Its mechanical voice echoed in my mind, calm but firm.
System Notice: Power recalibration required. User has exceeded optimal power threshold, risking narrative imbalance.
Removing: Adrenaline Surge, Enhanced Reflexes, Sonic Disruptor, Combat Instinct, all Dagobah Beach debris, Ticket to World: Dragon Ball Super, and... extraneous item: Ochaco Uraraka's underwear (due to ethical and embarrassment concerns).
My jaw dropped. Uraraka's underwear? How did i forgot? My cheeks burned, the system's bluntness mortifying. I buried my face in my hands, grateful no one knew. The system continued, unbothered.
Replacement Granted: Knowledge of All Dangerous Spells (Harry Potter World, S-Tier). User can wield wandless magic, powered by internal magical source. Spells include offensive (e.g., Sectumsempra, Avada Kedavra), defensive (e.g., Protego), and utility (e.g., Accio, Apparition). Stored in Dimensional Storage for activation.
I blinked, processing. The Ticket to World: Dragon Ball Super-gone, replaced by Harry Potter magic? Wandless, self-sustaining magic was powerful, but losing skills like Enhanced Reflexes and Combat Instinct felt like a gut punch. They'd sharpened my edge against Bakugo and Todoroki. My Saiyan Physiology, Major Telekinesis, and other skills remained, but I felt... lighter, less invincible. Maybe that was the point.
Inko's voice broke my thoughts. "Izuku! Breakfast!" Her cheerful tone pulled me back to reality. I slipped on a t-shirt and jeans, leaving my hero costume in the closet.
Today was a rare day off-no training, no villains, just time to breathe. I needed it after the festival's chaos and that haunting All For One memory.
Downstairs, Inko bustled in the kitchen, her green hair tied back, apron dusted with flour. The smell of miso soup and tamagoyaki filled the air, grounding me.
"Morning, Mom," I said, hugging her. She beamed, eyes misty. "My champion! I'm so proud, Izuku." Her warmth chased away the system's cold recalibration. I sat, digging into breakfast, savoring the normalcy. "Any plans today?" she asked, pouring tea.
"Meeting friends later," I said, smiling. "Uraraka, Kirishima, a few others. Just hanging out." Inko nodded, her smile softening. "Good. You need fun, not just hero work."
Her words hit deep, i knew she'd suffered, unaware of All For One's betrayal. I vowed to protect her, Saiyan or not.
After breakfast, I helped with dishes, our chatter light-her favorite drama, my festival highlights (minus the system). "You were so brave against that Bakugo boy," she said, scrubbing a plate.
I chuckled, "He's intense, but we're... sorta friends now." She laughed, unaware of the deeper stakes. For a moment, I was just her son, not a anomaly.
By noon, I headed to a local park near U.A., where Uraraka had texted to meet. The system's removal of her underwear burned in my mind-I'd never mention it, ever. The park was vibrant, cherry blossoms scattering in the breeze, kids playing nearby.
Uraraka waved from a picnic table, her casual sweater and jeans a stark contrast to her hero costume. "Midoriya! Over here!" Her grin was infectious, and my heart skipped-she was more than a manga crush now.
Kirishima, Tsuyu, and Iida sat with her, a spread of snacks and drinks on the table. Kirishima grinned, red hair spiked. "Yo, champ! Ready for a chill day?" Tsuyu ribbited, "Ribbit, you deserve it after that final."
Iida chopped his hand, glasses glinting. "Indeed! Rest is vital for hero development!" I laughed, sitting beside Uraraka. "Thanks, guys. This is perfect."
We dug into snacks-mochi, soda, sandwiches-chatting about the festival. Kirishima reenacted my punch against him, exaggerating the crater. "It was so manly, dude! My Hardening didn't stand a chance!"
Uraraka giggled, nudging me. "You were like a green comet out there!" I blushed, scratching my neck. "I just... did my best." Tsuyu tilted her head. "Your best is kinda scary, ribbit."
Iida adjusted his glasses, launching into a lecture on internship strategies. "Nighteye's agency is logical, Midoriya, given your analytical skills!" I nodded, intrigued-Nighteye tied to Mirio, who'd shown only support, no suspicion.
The system's recalibration had stripped my anomaly's traces, it seemed. Uraraka leaned closer, her shoulder brushing mine. "Who're you picking? Hawks sounds cool!" Her enthusiasm warmed me, but I deflected. "Still thinking. What about you?"
She beamed, "I'm aiming for a rescue-focused agency. Gotta help people like you do!" Her words sparked pride-she'd grown since her loss to Bakugo.
We tossed a frisbee, my Saiyan strength carefully restrained to avoid yeeting it into orbit. Kirishima dove for a catch, laughing as he faceplanted. "Too slow, man!" Tsuyu's tongue snatched it mid-air, earning cheers. Iida, ever serious, timed our throws for "optimal coordination."
As the sun dipped, we sprawled on a blanket, sharing stories. Kirishima talked about his middle school insecurities, Tsuyu about her siblings, Iida about Tensei's hero work. Uraraka confessed her family's struggles, her voice soft. "I want to make them proud, you know?"
I squeezed her hand. "You will. You're already amazing." She blushed, and our friends teased, "Ooh, Midoriya's smooth!" I laughed, face red, but her warmth stayed with me.
Back home, Inko had dinner ready-katsu curry, my favorite. We ate, her chatter about neighbors and my baby photos lightening the mood.
"You were such a cute kid, Izuku," she said, showing me a picture of toddler-me, unaware of All For One's shadow. I smiled, hiding the pain. "Still am, right?" She laughed, ruffling my hair.
After dinner, I retreated to my room, testing the system's new gift: Knowledge of All Dangerous Spells (Harry Potter World). In my mind's eye, I saw spells-Sectumsempra for cutting, Protego for shielding, Apparition for teleportation-all wandless, powered by an internal magic source.
I whispered, "Lumos," and a soft glow lit my hand, no wand needed. "Nox," and it vanished. The magic felt natural, like Saiyan strength, but less raw. I stored it in Dimensional Storage, wary of practicing Avada Kedavra or other dark spells indoors.
The system's recalibration lingered in my thoughts. Losing Adrenaline Surge, Enhanced Reflexes, and Combat Instinct dulled my edge, but Saiyan Physiology and Major Telekinesis kept me dominant.
The removal of Uraraka's underwear was a mortifying relief-ethical concerns indeed. The Dragon Ball Super ticket's loss stung, but Harry Potter magic opened new strategies. No new pulls this time, but the system's reactivation promised more.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling. Today was a gift-time with Mom, Uraraka, my friends. No villains, no All For One, just... normalcy. Tomorrow, internships loomed, and with them, new challenges. But for now, I was Izuku, not just a hero.