Slurp slurp
"Ahhh, that ramen was good! But… why am I still hungry?" Yuto murmured to himself in confusion, staring at his bloated stomach after eating and eating.
He still felt empty inside, and slightly tired for some reason.
Yuto knew it couldn't be an illness, given the constitution his quirk granted him or rather, the benefits it gave as a side effect.
Since his body was quantum entangled, it distributed everything throughout his system evenly, allowing him, on a practical level to, for example, channel all the strength of his body through a single finger. Although it could cause some cracks, nothing that wouldn't heal in a few minutes.
My quirk improves the efficiency of my body's functions, he thought, though it varies depending on what it enhances, specifically.
What was most improved was his endurance and resilience. It would take destroying or exhausting every single cell, or something close to that to kill him, or so doctors theorized.
From what Yuto understood, even though his quirk didn't enhance his immune system as much, it was still like putting a top 500 Japanese hero on guard against a bunch of thieves and gunmen. Under normal circumstances, it would take something on the level of a plague to bring him down… or a cold or flu, since no matter how strong your immune system is, that always gets through eventually.
Yuto thought that maybe he was about to start the third great pandemic of recent centuries, and the worst part wouldn't be because he ate a bat like in the first one, nor because his quirk was a natural breeding ground for super diseases like the second great outbreak.
But because… uh, now that he thought about it, Yuto didn't even know why. Still, he was already imagining his future, being remembered in history books as Patient Zero of Severus Hungritis, a disease just like the common cold but one that would haunt young people and make them unable to stop eating.
Toc Toc Toc
"Okyakusama, are you all right?" asked the waiter who had returned, starting to collect the empty bowls while watching Yuto.
Yuto, slightly slumped over the table, lost in thought, returned to reality.
"Yes, I'm fine, just lost in thought," he said, standing up quickly and scratching his head a little nervously, realizing he had zoned out completely.
"Okay, I almost thought you'd fallen asleep. So, Okyakusama, would you like to order anything else, or should I bring the check?" said the waiter with a light smile, the dirty bowls already placed on his tray.
"No, that'll be all. How much is it?" Yuto asked, getting ready to pay and leave.
"This much," said the waiter, showing him the bill written on paper.
Yuto looked at the price nervously, then sighed in relief, it was finally normal prices, not something trying to leave him bankrupt. He paid without any issue.
"Thank you very much, it was delicious. Maybe I'll come again sometime," Yuto said as he stood up, pausing at the doorway.
"Wait a moment, Okyakusama," the waiter called out.
Yuto, curious, turned back. "Yes?"
The waiter pulled out a small coupon, copper-colored with some ramen illustrations around it. "Okyakusama, we're currently running a special promotion. If you bring two other guests next time and present this ticket, you'll get a 30% discount, it's truly a bargain."
"Wow, that's great," Yuto said, impressed, thinking maybe his luck was starting to improve. He should bring Shooki and someone else… but that would be Future Yuto's problem. Present Yuto had to figure out what to do with the rest of his day.
"Thank you, waiter-san," he said happily.
"My pleasure, and please come again soon," replied the waiter, turning back to his work.
And Yuto finally left, heading toward the train station to return home.
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"Hmmmm…"
"Why…"
"…did I end up here as soon as I got back?"
Yuto complained to himself, tangled in his bedsheets, trying to fight against them and their seductive call to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.
"Maybe just a few more minutes…?" he said, rolling around in bed, not convincing himself very much.
...
...
Until he briefly remembered his promise from the night before.
"Ugh, here we go, the disadvantages of having a conscience, I guess," he muttered, throwing all the blankets against the wall and getting up to look for his mother's computer.
_Where is it? Where is it?_ Yuto wondered as he rummaged through his mother's work desk, trying not to touch any papers. He knew that if his mom brought papers home, they were important, and the last thing he needed was an interrogation for intrafamilial corporate espionage. Not that that was a real thing, but his mom would invent it if it helped her find her lost documents.
_There it is!_ Yuto grabbed the laptop, carefully rearranged everything back to how it was, and went to the living room to continue planning his life strategy.
BRUUUUMMMM
...….Well, that was the plan. Yuto could only slowly turn his face toward his stomach with a smile that definitely didn't look like a smile.
He decided to go get a quick lunch.
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Tap tap.
The sound of heels echoed against the pavement, steady, but unhurried.
Another day of work, another day heading home.
She was thinking about her duties, how she needed to finish her work tonight.
The footsteps stopped, she had arrived home.
She began searching for her keys to open the door but noticed something strange about the house.
Although the main lights were off as usual at this hour, she could see some light escaping through the living room windows.
Probably her husband again, and some new online purchase… though, as she recalled, he was supposed to be staying late at work.
She ran through her mind ,and yes, that had happened.
Maybe he was given the rest of the day off, or maybe he'd just forgotten to turn something off in the morning.
Tish
The lock clicked, the bolts moving, and she heard sounds from inside.
It was probably her husband, who had come home early, and almost certainly trying to hide whatever incriminating material he'd been looking at, the kind that would earn him her wrath. Seriously, even though she was fine with "trying new experiences" or "spicing up life" now and then, why did he have to pick trash from the internet of all things?
Ah, well, at least he picked good places to eat and for vacations, she thought, a barely noticeable smile crossing her face as she opened the door.
Only to find—not her husband.
But her son.
Tied up in bedsheets, surrounded by a dozen dirty dishes, the living room a total disaster, food scattered everywhere, HER computer on the coffee table, and her son's things strewn all over, sheets, notebooks, papers, and other unidentifiable objects in the dim light.
"I was expecting a mess in the living room," she said monotonously, without even a hint of a smile, "but from your father."
She paused briefly. "Any last words to convince me to pay for your one-way ticket to heaven, dear?"
"...uhh, is Momo sick? Maybe?"
"Excellent, you've convinced me to pay for Momo's ticket. However, yours…"
Only screams were heard, and moments later, the sound of them being quickly silenced, letting the neighborhood rest in peace once again.
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