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i'm so sorry (no time)

Summary:

"So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own"


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All he wants is to be a slacker, but fate (and a certain divine troll) have other plans.

Or: After another one of GoD’s ridiculous "deals", Cale Henituse finds himself dumped into a world full of heroes and villains.

(And Cale was born to be a scammer.)

Alternative name: Deus Mortis.

Chapter Text

Cale Henituse groaned, face-down on the cold pavement. His whole body ached, his ancient instincts screaming something is very wrong. He barely had time to register the noise—screaming, explosions, the distant wail of sirens—before an all-too-familiar voice echoed in his head.

[ Good luck, my dear apostle! Do try not to die too fast this time, hmm~? ]

"…I swear, I will kill him."

His voice came out as a hoarse whisper, but the pure, undiluted hatred in it could probably make an entire battlefield freeze over.

With great effort, he pushed himself off the ground, surveying the chaotic cityscape before him. He saw people running, cars overturned, some kind of grotesque monster rampaging—wait.

That wasn’t a monster.

That was a villain.

A flash of bright green caught his attention—some kid with green hair was throwing himself headfirst into danger.

Cale blinked. This is not Roan Kingdom. Where the hell am I?

As if in response, a glowing blue screen popped up before him.

[ System Message ]
World: My Hero Academia.
Mission: Survive.
Rewards will be determined based on performance.

Cale stared at it. Then stared some more. Then promptly turned on his heel and started walking in the other direction.

"Yeah, no. I refuse."

Of course, fate had other plans.

Before he could disappear into the shadows, the green-haired kid—Izuku Midoriya, his tired brain supplied—crashed straight into him. Cale barely caught him in time before they both went sprawling.

"Are you insane?" Cale asked, deadpan. "You’re going to get yourself killed."

"I—I have to save him!" Midoriya stammered, eyes wide with desperation. "Even if I don’t have a Quirk, I—"

Cale sighed. He could already feel the headache forming. "Goddammit."

He really didn't want to get involved.