In MHA with JJK powers.

Ps: I somehow managed to write it again, the previous version was saved on the mobile webnovel app, it takes time for mobile novels to get updates, meaning the original chapter was still there for some time before it eventually gets changed, I quickly made a video of it then used tried using video to text conversion which failed, so I had to manually paste screenshots in gemini to get its text version, A lot of unnecessary and boring effort.

Why am I telling you this? Cause You guys aren't giving reviews! and power stones!

Its sad and disheartning, this fanfic doesn't even have a rating yet.

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After eight hours of traversing the dense forest, the UA students finally reached their destination—a cozy, secluded cottage.

"You guys are here," a cheerful voice greeted them.

Everyone turned their gazes toward the four heroes of Team Wild Wild Pussycat: Pixie-Bob, Ragdoll, Tiger, and their leader, Mandalay. But there was also… a kid?

As the heroes began formally introducing themselves, Izuku Midoriya noticed the quiet child standing a little apart from the group. With his usual friendly demeanor, he approached the boy.

"Hello, are you related to Hero Mandalay—"

Before he could finish his sentence—

Punch.

A small fist landed squarely on his nether regions.

Midoriya didn't even get the chance to scream before collapsing, his soul seemingly leaving his body.

"M-Midoriya! Why would you do that?" Tenya Iida hurried over, half-supporting the crumpled boy while turning to admonish the young assailant.

"I'm sorry! This is my nephew, Kota," Mandalay interjected, stepping forward to calm the situation. Her tone was apologetic, though her eyes betrayed an understanding of her nephew's fiery temperament.

Before anyone could say more, Kota abruptly turned and sprinted away.

"Kota!" Mandalay called after him, but her voice was ignored as the boy vanished into the woods. Sighing, she shook her head and addressed the group.

"Everyone, get your luggage off the bus and follow me!"

Just as the students began moving, Asui raised a hesitant hand. "M-Mandalay-san… one of the students hasn't arrived yet."

Mandalay paused and turned, curious. "Kurokai? No need to worry. He's already here. I have to say, that kid's really daring…" Her lips curled into a small, knowing grin, confusing the rest of Class 1-A.

"Anyway, follow me!"

She led them inside the cottage, leaving their questions unanswered.

Meanwhile, in the playroom, Kurokai and Hero Eraser Head were locked in a tense table tennis match. Both played with sharp precision, though their minds were clearly elsewhere.

Kurokai's focus was split, much of his attention occupied with controlling Mechamaru. On the other hand, Aizawa's thoughts lingered on something troubling: the words Sir Nighteye had spoken before their departure.

Kurokai is suspicious.

There was no concrete evidence, but coming from All Might's former sidekick, the accusation carried weight.

"I hope he's wrong about you, Kurokai," Aizawa thought silently, his expression unchanging.

Swish.

The ball zipped past Aizawa's blind spot and hit the ground.

"I won, sensei," Kurokai said, setting his paddle down.

"You have good physical control," Aizawa admitted in his usual flat tone. "Want to go again?"

"Sure."

Dinner time rolled around, and the students of UA were in high spirits, enjoying the delicious feast prepared by the Wild Wild Pussycats. Everyone seemed to be having a great time—except for Kurokai.

"Oh! Is that a hotpot? Thanks, Kurokai!" Kirishima exclaimed as a steaming hotpot floated toward his end of the table, landing gently in front of him.

Kurokai sighed inwardly. "How long do I have to keep doing this?" he wondered, moving more plates of food from the kitchen to the students with his quirk. Though he wasn't cooking, he was effectively managing the entire dining process.

"That's the spirit, young man!" Pixie-Bob said with a wide grin, ruffling his hair with her paw-like hand.

"Do you not feel ashamed of using child labor?" he deadpanned.

"Not at all," she replied without missing a beat.

Kurokai gave her a long, unamused stare.

"Kurokai, bring more rice!" someone called. Another plate floated from the kitchen and landed neatly in front of Sero.

"I must say, your quirk is very useful," Pixie-Bob continued, withdrawing her hand. Her smile grew mischievous. "And you're strong, too! In two or three years, you'll be amazing. I'm calling dibs on you, young man! Don't forget—you touched my tail first!"

Kurokai's expression turned skeptical. "Are you really that desperate?" he muttered under his breath, choosing not to voice his thoughts aloud. He had no desire to end up washing even more dishes as punishment.

But he soon regretted staying silent.

"Wow! I'd love to have a husband like you!" Pixie-Bob exclaimed, watching Kurokai wash dishes at lightning speed with his quirk. Meanwhile, Kurokai stared blankly into the void, questioning his life choices.

For a fleeting moment, the thought of joining the cooking industry crossed his mind.

"Now, now, don't be mad," Pixie-Bob teased. "Here, I'll let you touch my tail again!"

"It's fake anyway," Kurokai replied flatly.

"Meowh? It's not fake!" she protested.

"I asked Hero Tiger. He told me it's part of the costume."

tsk. Pixie-Bob clicked her tongue in frustration. After a moment, a mischievous glint returned to her eyes.

"Meow… but do you know where the tail attaches to?"

She leaned slightly forward, lifting her hips with an exaggerated motion.

Kurokai turned to her with a serious expression. "Are you really that desperate?"

For a brief moment, silence hung in the air.

To Kurokai's surprise, instead of lashing out, Pixie-Bob dropped to her knees and began drawing circles on the floor, muttering dramatically.

To Kurokai's surprise, instead of lashing out, Pixie-Bob dropped to her knees and began drawing circles on the ground, muttering dramatically.

"I was just trying to lighten the mood… maybe test the waters. But nooo, of course, I get rejected. Again! This is why I'm still single. Who even needs a soulmate anyway? Not Pixie-Bob, that's for sure! Nope! Just me and my unappreciated efforts. Forever."

Her voice cracked slightly as she furiously traced another circle into the floor, her expression swinging wildly between exaggerated self-pity and melodramatic despair.

"Desperate? You think I'm desperate? I'll have you know I'm a catch! Look at me! I'm strong, I'm stylish, and I've got charm! But nooo, nobody sees it! Maybe I should just go live with the animals in the wild—at least they'd appreciate me!"

Kurokai felt a small pang of guilt flicker in his chest. Her over-the-top theatrics reminded him of his own struggles during his lonely past. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure whether to speak up.

Just as he opened his mouth, Pixie-Bob suddenly sprang to her feet, brushing imaginary dirt off her knees with a dramatic flourish.

"Alright, pity party's over! Back to work! The dishes won't clean themselves, you know!" she declared with her signature confident grin, as if the entire breakdown had never happened.

Kurokai blinked at her abrupt mood shift. "I don't understand this woman," he thought. "Adults are so much trickier to deal with than kids."

Shaking his head, he returned to washing the remaining dishes. When he was finally done, Kurokai made his way toward the bathhouse, hoping for a moment of peace.

Inside the bathhouse, Eraser Head sat naked in the steaming hot spring, his head resting on the edge. He glanced up as Kurokai entered.

"Oh, you didn't bathe yet? Come in," Aizawa said flatly, gesturing toward the water.

Kurokai stared blankly at him for a moment. After blinking twice, he pulled out his phone and held it to his ear. "Hello, police? There's a child molester here."

Aizawa sighed, his expression completely unamused. "If you don't want to come in, then leave."

"Alright, alright, it was a joke, sensei," Kurokai said, setting his phone aside. He quickly rinsed himself off before stepping into the hot spring and settling down across from Aizawa.

The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds coming from the gentle bubbling of the water.

"How long are you going to stare? Sensei?"

Aizawa turned his head away from Kurokai, unwilling to look at him.

Feeling bored, Kurokai's attention drifted toward the wooden fence separating the men's and women's baths. From the other side, he could hear the faint voices of Pixie-Bob, Ragdoll, and Mandalay.

Noticing his gaze, Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "Kurokai, what are you doing?"

"I think the heroes are on the other side," Kurokai replied, still staring at the fence.

"...You're not thinking of doing something disrespectful, are you?"

Kurokai shrugged, turning back to face his teacher. "Why would I? After all, I'm not a 30-year-old single man who's never held hands with a woman before."

Aizawa's body stiffened, his hands twitching as he fought the urge to strangle the boy. Taking a deep breath, he replied in a low, controlled voice, "I'm single by choice."

"Is that what you tell yourself? Self-hypnosis?" Kurokai asked with a smirk, rubbing his ear in mock amusement.

Aizawa's red-rimmed eyes glared at him for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the water. "Your bad habits are getting out of hand," he said, his voice serious.

"I'm your teacher. Aren't you afraid I'll punish you for overstepping your bounds?"

Kurokai leaned back lazily. "Nope. Not at all."

Aizawa's eyebrow twitched. "It seems you're underestimating me. I'll have you know I once expelled an entire class of students before."

"You're arrogant, Kurokai," Aizawa continued, his tone sharp. "Whether it was during the Nomu incident, the Stain attack, or your careless attitude toward others—you need to learn discipline."

Kurokai met his gaze calmly. "How about I help you hook up with Pixie-Bob? Her tail's fake, though."

"...What?" Aizawa blinked, caught off guard.

"You're both similar in age and single. Honestly, she's desperate enough that it might work out," Kurokai added as if he were stating a simple fact.

Without another word, Aizawa stood up, grabbed his towel, and left the bathhouse. Kurokai watched him go before turning his attention back to the fence.

"Even Eraser Head doesn't want you," Kurokai muttered under his breath.

On the other side of the fence, Pixie-Bob froze. "God dammit, brat! No! Don't stop me! Let me go! Let me go—I'll teach him a lesson!"

As shouts erupted in the background, Kurokai leaned back against the edge of the hot spring, gazing up at the night sky. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he let the chaos wash over him like soothing music.

There you go—complete with humor, character dynamics, and smooth transitions. Let me know if there's anything else you'd like to add or adjust!