Chapter 93 - My CO Stash #93 - Wonderboy by Tsume Yuki (KakashiXMyHeroAcademia) (1/2)
-Not a SI, but a Crossover (CO). Kakashi reincarnates into MHA! He's gonna troll pretty much everyone, return of Icha Icha!?
*I'm planning on ending the Volume 1, as we're almost 100 fics in the Stash. Volume 2 starts the moment 100 is reached, aka I'll be pulling a Mob Psycho. I just don't want things to go upto #1377.
Sypnosis: Who knew some dimensions had actual child labour laws? In which Kakashi is reborn, the Hero Commission doesn't put all their eggs in one Hawks shaped basket and Shouta isn't getting paid enough to deal with this shit. Otherwise known as Kakashi in 1A.
Rated: T
Words: 18K
Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/13478038/1/Wonderboy (Tsume Yuki)
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Chapter 1
”Where is the Wonderboy, anyway?”
Leaning against the side of the wall, Hatake Kakashi tilts his head, lips pursed beneath his mask. The nickname is… less than ideal. But he's only got himself to blame for that, he supposes. No, wait, he'd been too influenced by Naruto. So, it's his most-unpredictable student that's at fault for this one. And maybe the thought of Obito (the old Obito, the one he'd idolised) and Rin had impacted things too.
How was he supposed to know this society would differ from Konoha? Oh, he's a genius, but he'd banked a little too much on the people here following the same thought-process as the upper-echelons as Konoha. While the Hero Association may be very similar to how to old elders acted… the ones who ultimately gave out the hero licences weren't.
'Not until you're eighteen'. A novel experience for someone who'd become a ninja at five.
Upon awakening in this world in a newly orphaned body that'd been the spitting image of his last one, Kakashi had looked for what his future could be. Here there were no ninjas, murder of all kinds was frowned upon (a startling thought for a life-long assassin), and heroes were idolised to the point it was a full-time job. It'd been like Naruto had taken up residency on his shoulders the second it'd clicked, whispering a constant 'do it do it do it' in that raspy, foxy tone of his.
So, Kakashi had looked into it. He needed to graduate through the schooling system. Fair enough; he'd powered through both elementary and middle school in his first year, finishing the curriculum half a year before he turned five. Only… only the government hadn't known what to do with him. Not a clue. Apparently, there had been (and still was) an age-limit on enrolling in hero courses due to the sheer demands it placed upon its students (once again, a novelty for him). He'd been turned away, told to come back when he was a little older. Maybe to put some time into completing a high-school education.
By the age of seven, Kakashi had a degree in mathematics and cognitive science.
They still wouldn't let him join up. However, by that point, they seemed to realize ignoring him or redirecting him wasn't going to solve their problem. He'd been handed off to the Hero Association for what they'd titled 'pre-hero course training' and that was that.
To say he was highly over qualified for the UA Hero Course would be an understatement at this point.
Oh well. At least this dimension also had p_o_r_nographic literature too. Even if there was no Icha Icha, some of the books weren't that far off.
”Hatake-kun, why are you hiding in the corridor?” Blinking the sole eye he allows the world to see, Kakashi turns his attention to the little… rodent that will be his acting superior. Headmaster. Whatever.
”Maa, they're having fun gossiping and I crossed a black cat on my way here; best to not tempt fate, nee?” The look he gets from this comment is glorious.
”Inside. Now.”
”Maa, maa. Whatever you say, Nezu-dono.”
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He's a brat. That's Shota's first thought. Hatake Kakashi is something of an urban myth among the long-serving staff of UA. It's not that he's the first underaged kid to apply for the hero course, nor is he the first underaged kid to do so with his middle school degree to back him up. He is, however, the first under five to have done so. The first to come with an extensive resume from five different martial artists which had pretty much amounted to 'we don't have anything to teach the kid'. The first to go away, slaughter the high school curriculum and gain two degrees within a time that's unheard of among children not blessed with powerful intelligence-based quirks. A natural genius so blatantly brilliant that it's unnatural.
It's a bloody good thing the kid wants to be a hero and not a villain. After all, there's no age limit on becoming one of them.
None of that changes the fact the kid has the most ridiculous excuses, that he walks around reading p_o_r_n in broad daylight. It doesn't change the fact he's three hours late.
”Where have you been.” Shota seethes, watching the kid snap his book shut and pocket it. What small slither of his face he allows people to see (a single grey eye and the patch of skin that surrounds it) is near unreadable.
”Maa, I was helping a little old lady carry her groceries, but then she realised she'd forgotten her pickled onions, so I went back to the store to pick them up, but then the store was out, so I had to go further afield, which is when a villain decided-”
”Stop. Talking.” Hatake's mouth snaps shut, his visible eye closing in an irritating curve of happiness and hands buried in deep pockets. His whole posture screams relaxed. If Shota hadn't seen him slaughter the entire set of graduating third years, he might have been fooled by the kid's non-threatening body-language. But no, the Hero Association have thrown their weight behind this kid, proclaimed him the next All Might. They'd been quick to drop Hawks as their golden-boy once it became apparent just how very… good this kid is. He wonders if the winged hero holds any bitterness towards Hatake.
”Just get inside and do what you've been told to do.”
”Assessing potential students, right?” C_o_c_king his head to a side, Hatake runs a hand through his hair, changing his mind at the last moment to rub at the back of his skull. ”Maa, are you sure I'm the right guy for the job?”
”You've been trying to enter the hero course for a decade,” Shota stresses, his eyes finding the skeletal form of All Might hunched over a monitor as they walk into the observation room, ”you must have some idea of what we're looking for by now.”
”But what if I only care for the traits I think a hero should have, not the government mandated ones?” God, Shota is praying this brat isn't in his class. If there is any mercy in the world, he'll be spared this brat's presence.