There aren't many ways a little kid can be productive. That's why I was spending my time being helpless in the only ways I knew how.
Getting buff.
...Actually, that was a lie. I was still only five, and I couldn't take on much muscle training at this time. People with physical or mutant Quirks certainly could at that age, but those who were Quirkless could not develop anywhere near as rapidly. I had to make due with what my little body could currently handle, which was mainly stamina training.
I stretched several times throughout the day, and I did my best to jog around in the little time I could. My fleeing escapades had backfired in such a way that I was monitored severely throughout the day, every day, and wouldn't be lessening anytime soon. The only time I was able to run around freely was at recess, which garnered me odd glances from my teachers and reproving looks from my peers. It was considered weird for a kid to run around the fenced-in area aimlessly instead of playing on the playsets or with the others, once again making me stand out from the other children. I would climb the jungle gym for training too, but I doubted my efficient methods integrated me properly with the rest.
At least Kacchan wasn't around to see. I didn't want to agitate him or fracture our strained relationship anymore than I already had. I was still penitent for beating him and his friends up, and I never got a chance to properly apologize. If I had, I'm sure it would have been thrown back in my face, but it still felt like the right thing to do.
Because of those annoying limitations on my physical training, I eventually pivoted and began prioritizing my mental instead. I still had an analytical mind heightened by the early development of youth, and I decided to take full advantage of it. Thankfully, I still had access to the internet and mom hadn't caught on that I had harassed a Hero Agency into blocking our connection.
With my cognitive faculties functioning properly and utilizing the opportunity to the fullest, I began to learn everything I thought could be useful. My English had become decent over my time in school, but not stellar enough to where I could speak it fluently. That was one of the first things on my list.
Another was that I wanted to get into Hero Support. In the event that I was unable to become a proper Hero this time, I needed a backup plan. I didn't have many resources or a large budget at all, but that didn't mean I couldn't learn anything in the field. There was so much information readily available for free, and cheap audiobooks were easily accessible to purchase for cheap. I had the option to pirate such texts, but I didn't feel comfortable doing such a thing.
I didn't want mom to catch on to my intelligence being way above normal for my age just yet. I know she's been a bit suspicious and nervous about me lately, but she could never expect the truth. I would like to continue appearing normal until I just wasn't able to anymore, ensuring she wouldn't get too involved with me.
Maybe I could do some chores to earn some money at some point when I needed to buy something?
That could come later. I still had a ton of learning to do. There was so much time at my disposal, and yet not enough. I wanted to run and go save Shigaraki. I wanted to run and go save Touya. I wanted to save other villains from going down a path of destruction.
But... I'm not sure if I can.
It's been a bitter pill to swallow, and it's stressed me out terribly. I called a few other Hero Agencies in little hope after my previous failures with contacting Endeavor - including All Might's - to report a future crime to attempt it from happening. I was never taken seriously a single time.
My childlike voice was discerned every time on the phone, and I was even threatened that I would get in trouble for pranking them if I called again. One of my emails had gotten returned, but the follow up pages and instructions they asked me to fill out were just too much for me to commit to.
I couldn't appear in person to give a report. I'm a Quirkless five year-old trying to stop a crime from taking place in the future. Even my stubbornness knew it was up after that.
As much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't save everyone... Not even with this second chance I had been granted. My past classmates really had been right...
I'm such an idiot...
But that's why I had to keep trying. I had to keep fighting. There were still people out there I could save. My abilities might be limited, but they were not gone. I might have been Quirkless, but I refused to remain helpless.
I'll do better this time. I really will.