School.
The absolute worst invention of modern society. A glorified holding pen for underdeveloped minds, where the masses were conditioned to obey, conform, and regurgitate information like trained parrots. And now? I was being subjected to it.
Unbelievable.
"Doffy, sweetheart, it's time for school!"
My mother's voice carried through the halls like a war horn announcing my impending doom. I considered ignoring her—maybe if I stayed perfectly still, she'd assume I'd vanished into thin air.
No such luck.
The door to my room swung open, revealing Seraphina Donquixote in all her doting, overbearing glory. She held up a tiny uniform—navy blue, with a crest that probably cost more than the average person's monthly salary.
"Look! Doesn't it look adorable on you?"
I stared at her. "Adorable is not a word I associate with myself."
She sighed, undeterred. "You'll make friends, learn new things—"
"I already know more than the teachers."
"—and socialize," she finished, as if I hadn't spoken.
I exhaled through my nose. This was a battle I wouldn't win. Not yet, anyway.
"Fine. But if I set anything on fire, it's your fault."
She laughed. "That's my boy."
The car ride was silent. My mother hummed some inane tune while I stared out the window, watching the city blur past. The Donquixote estate was nestled in one of the wealthiest districts, which meant the school we pulled up to was less of a kindergarten and more of a training ground for future elites.
Polished marble steps. Impeccably manicured hedges. A fountain that probably cost more than a small country's GDP.
How quaint.
"Have a wonderful day, Doffy!" Seraphina kissed my forehead.
I wiped it off immediately. "I'll survive."
She smirked. "Try not to terrify the other children too much."
I adjusted my tie—already loosened in protest—and strode inside without looking back.
The classroom was a symphony of chaos.
Children screamed. Some cried. One kid in the corner was proudly demonstrating his Quirk by making his fingers elongate like rubber bands, much to the delight (and horror) of his peers.
I stood in the doorway, unimpressed.
This is what passes for education?
The teacher—a frazzled woman with a clipboard and a forced smile—spotted me. "Ah! You must be Donquixote Doflamingo. Welcome!"
I didn't respond. Just walked to an empty seat in the back, ignoring the curious stares.
Then, she walked in.
The room hushed as the teacher clapped her hands. "Class, we have a new student joining us today! This is Yaoyorozu Momo."
A girl with onyx-black hair and sharp, intelligent eyes stepped forward. She carried herself with the poise of someone already aware of her own importance—good. At least one person here wasn't a complete waste of space.
Momo bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Polite. Refined. Boring.
I tuned out the rest of her introduction, already disinterested—until the teacher gestured to the seat beside me.
Oh, for—
Momo sat down, smoothing her skirt before turning to me. "Hello. My name is Yaoyorozu Momo."
I glanced at her. "Donquixote Doflamingo."
A beat of silence.
"...That's it?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting a sonnet?"
Her lips pursed. "A proper introduction would be nice."
I smirked. "Nice is overrated."
She frowned but didn't push further.
Smart girl.
The lesson began. Basic arithmetic. Alphabet recitation. Riveting.
I propped my chin on my hand and closed my eyes.
A sharp poke to my arm.
I cracked one eye open. Momo was glaring at me. "You should pay attention."
"And you should mind your business."
She huffed. "You're wasting your potential."
I almost laughed. Oh, the irony.
"Tell you what," I drawled, leaning in. "Answer one question correctly, and I'll stay awake. Fail, and you let me sleep in peace."
She narrowed her eyes. "Deal."
I grinned. "Calculate the quantum entanglement probability distribution for a two-particle system with spin-½ states."
Her mouth dropped open.
The entire class fell silent. Even the teacher froze, mid-sentence.
Momo blinked. "What?"
I sighed. "That's what I thought." Then I laid my head down and closed my eyes.
Behind me, I heard her mutter, "That's not even—that's a university-level physics problem!"
I smirked into my sleeve.
Checkmate.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of mind-numbing simplicity. Coloring. Nap time (finally). A "Quirk demonstration" where children flailed around with underdeveloped abilities like drunk circus performers.
Momo, to her credit, didn't bother me again. But I caught her glancing at me when she thought I wasn't looking—calculating, assessing.
Good.
Let her wonder. Let her question.
Because if there was one thing I'd learned in both my lives, it was this:
Knowledge is power.
And I had all of it.
The car ride back was silent. My mother eyed me.
"So? How was school?"
I stared out the window. "I've decided humanity is doomed."
She laughed. "That bad, huh?"
I didn't answer.
But in my mind, plans were already forming.
If I had to endure this farce of an education, I'd do it my way.
And if a certain Yaoyorozu heiress happened to be part of those plans?
Well.
That was just fate playing its strings.