After many months of thought, I decided to give this story another shot. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't bring myself to abandon it. So here we go again.

I hope it turns out well, and you enjoy it.

As a reminder, I do not own My Hero Academia or DC Comics. They are properties of their respective owners.

ORIGIN

The world we live in is one full of heroes. Though it did used to feel a lot smaller. I guess I'm the reason it expanded so much.

But I suppose I should start at the beginning. This is the story of how I became... no, not the greatest hero on earth. That honor belongs to Deku.

This is how I became a defender of my galaxy. The Scarlet Scarab.

1,000 Years Ago- Space

A battle waged on in the void of space. Among the stars, advanced ships of insect-like design were firing upon one another.

One such ship was not faring well. It was under barrage from three different attackers at once. While the ship was doing it's best to fire back at it's enemies, it was clear who the victor would be. It would not last much longer.

Inside the ship, two people stood within the command center. They both had green skin, and were to trying to minimize the danger of the situation they were in.

"Scientist! Is the Scarab ready for deployment?"

"Yes, Ambassador. But-"

"Launch it immediately!" the Reach Ambassador shouted. "We cannot risk the enemy getting their hands on it!"

"But sir! The Scarab has not finished configuration! It's protocols have not all been set!" The Scientist warned. "Not only that, but there are no destination coordinates set in place! If we send it now, it could wind up endlessly wandering the void! We may not be able to retrieve it!"

"That doesn't matter! The loss of this weapon will be worth it so long as the enemy isn't able to take it. Am I understood?

The scientist sighed. "Yes, sir."

The scientist pressed some buttons on her pad. The ship responded by opening a new hole in it's back. This hole took the form of a cannon. The cannon fired, and launched it's content into the void.

A red Scarab floated through the void. It continued it's voyage, even as the ship it was launched from was destroyed.

Present Day- Japan, Earth

I'm really starting to get bored.

The cops had left me in this room more than half an hour ago. You'd think they might at least tell me what they planned to do with me. Or tell me how long I would have to wait. Or maybe, if they were feeling generous, tell me a good way to pass the time.

But no. They just leave in the room by myself, and don't even tell me anything. They could have at least given me something for the bruise on my head, or the burns on my shoulder.

Just as I was about to give up, a man (finally) came through the door. He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves pulled back, and a blue tie. He had short black hair, and his eyes somewhat resembled rectangles. He had two files in his hand, and he took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"How are you feeling young man?" he asked me.

"Not too bad. Just a little bruised" I told him. I figured it was better to be honest with him. Lying wouldn't exactly make anything better for me.

He opened up one of the folders in his hand.

"I see. Well, let me just ask some formal questions, then we can discuss your current situation. Is that alright?"

I nod.

"Good then. Name?"

"Akira Akahane."

"Age?"

"Fourteen."

"Is your current residency unchanged? Still 531 Kurodo Street?"

"Yes". Unfortunately that hasn't changed.

"Quirk?"

I cringe when I hear the question. Even after giving the same answer to people my whole life, it never gets any easier to admit.

"None" I told him.

"All right then" he said as he closed the file. He held his hands together as he stared right at me. "Do you know why you are here?"

"The fight?" I asked.

"The fight." he confirmed. "Based on the report I got, and the testimony I received from witnesses, you engaged in a fight with two other boys from your school in the locker room. When the teachers arrived, they describe seeing you continuously shoving one of the boys into a locker. The other boy was lying on the floor with a black eye."

He leaned in closer to the table, and gave em an intense gaze. He opened up the second file and took out a pen.

"Care to describe these events from your point of view?"

I take a deep breath. I already knew that lying to this guy wouldn't do me any good. I could only hope that the truth wouldn't harm me.

"I was changing out of my gym clothes, when the two approached me."

"What did they approach you for?" he asked me.

"Money. They said they wanted whatever I had so they could go to the arcade. They told me I should hand over my cash, otherwise they were going to hurt me. Their words by the way."

"What was you response to their demand?"

"I told them to go to hell."

A small grin momentarily appeared on his face, before leaving quickly.

"I assume they took exception to that?"

"Yeah" I said as I rubbed the burn on my uniform. "My plan was to rush them before they could really attack. That way I might be able to get out."

"Rush them?" he questioned. "You're telling me that your method of 'rushing' involves punching and bashing?"

"The plan didn't work out. I'll admit I punched that one kid, but that was because he tried pinning me to the lockers. But I was only trying to shove the other guy. He grabbed on to me, and that's how that fight started."

"I see" he said as he began writing new notes into his second file. He spent a few minutes writing, leaving me in an awkward silence. Then he turned to me again.

"I have good news for you young man. We talked to some of the other students, and we were able to confirm that the two boys you fought with have a history of aggressive behavior. The school has decided to expel them, so they shouldn't be a problem for you anymore."

I let out a sigh of relief. It would certainly be refreshing to not have to deal with those arrogant douchebags anymore. Justice being done was certainly sweet.

"Unfortunately, you aren't getting off without consequences either" he informed me.

The sweetness immediately turned sour. What was going to happen to me?

"The school recognizes that you were acting in self-defense. And because you do not have a history of violence, or any sort of disorderly conduct, the school has decided to only give you a week of suspension."

"Could be worse" I said. It was true, for fighting in school, this really was everyone being generous.

"True. But there is one thing I want to ask you" the guy said. "The other two had quirks. One could increase the temperature of things by touching them. The other could grow wings on his back."

He leaned in closer to ask his question.

"Why would you, a quirkless kid, attempt a fight with these two? Even if they threatened you?"

I had to pause to think about my answer. I didn't get into the fight because I thought I could win. I'm not stupid, I knew I couldn't. But I wasn't going to let them just walk over him.

"I didn't want a fight. I wanted to get out before anything started. But because that didn't work, I just had to find a way to get out of the situation. I wasn't going to let them treat me like trash."

"Even if you're quirkless?"

"Hey, just cause I'm quirkless doesn't mean I'm worthless" I told him.

I expected him to chuckle like I just said a joke. Or just bluntly tell me that I was wrong. Or maybe he would have a heart attack like that one fat old lady I sat next to on the subway once.

Ok, that last one wasn't related to my quirkless-ness, it was just a weird, stressful thing that happened to me once. It was a very bad day. And thankfully, that event didn't repeat itself here.

Instead, he just smiled at me.

"You won't hear any disagreements from me."

I frowned. That wasn't an answer I got very often.

"In any case, you are now free to go. You should receive a call from you're school tomorrow with more information concerning your suspension. In the meantime, do you have any questions for me?"

Yes. I did have one.

"Do you know if my, uh, dad was told about what happened?"

He gave me a sympathetic look. "I'd honestly be concerned if your school didn't call him. He should be aware of what happened today."

"Oh. Ok" I said with a crestfallen look. I was not looking forward to going back home.

"In any case, you are free to go. Just stop by the front desk to get you backpack."

"Alright" I said. "Wait! One more question."

The guy stopped in the process of standing. "Yes?"

"I never did get your name."

"My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi. You should probably get going kid.'

I took my time getting home. I was in no hurry.

Once I did get home I killed time by sitting at the front door. I decided that staring at my surroundings would be a fun thing to do.

The house was exactly the same as it has always been. A modest, two story place in a quiet street. There were neighbors, but I never really had any interactions with them. Everyone here just kind of did their own thing.

The sun was starting to set in the distance. The sky was bathed in a very warm shade of orange. There were only a few clouds, making the view clear to see. I was really wishing I had my camera on me. This would have made a great picture.

But as the sky was starting to get blacker, I realized that I couldn't stay outside forever. As much as I would love stargazing, sooner or later I was going to have to get inside. I certainly wasn't going to sleep in the grass with a bed inside waiting for me.

So I mustered up as much courage as I had, opened the door, and walked inside.

I didn't see anything noteworthy at first. The living room was dark, and the doors to the bathrooms were closed. There was a light in the kitchen, so he was probably there.

The stairs were right ahead of me. If I could reach them without being seen, maybe I could avoid having to talk to him at all. So I took off my shoes, and made careful steps towards the stairs. I did my best to stay quiet. The last thing I wanted was...

"Akira" a voice said from the kitchen. "Could you come here a moment?"

"Shit" I quietly muttered to myself as I walked to the kitchen. "This is about to go well. Spectacular even!"

I walk in, and my dad is checking things out on his tablet. He finishes something on it before turning half of his attention to me.

"I received a call from you're school. Something about you starting a fight with two other boys. Care to explain?"

I sigh. Might as well get it over with.

"They tried blackmailing me into giving them money. When I said no, they tried pinning me down. The fight stated after that."

"Is that so?" my dad said, clearly struggling to ignore his vibrating tablet. I wondered what his message was.

"So... what was your punishment?" he distractedly asked me.

"They suspended me for a week. The other two got expelled" I told him.

"They went easy on you I see. Well, if they threatened you, I can't say the fight was your fault, so I won't be punishing you for that" he said. Actually, has he ever punished me for anything? I can't remember.

"But still, you should avoid getting into fights. It's not good for your health."

"I know dad. I will" I told him. I waited for him to say something else, but he didn't. We just spent several moments there in silence. One of our better conversations, actually.

"I think I'll just turn in. I'll see you tomorrow."

"All right. Good night" he told me. That was all he said. He didn't ask if I knew what to do with my one-week suspension. He didn't ask if I was still hurt from the fight, even thought here was still a bruise on my face and burns on my uniform. He just went back to checking his work on his tablet.

"That's Akio Akahane for you. Great at running a restaurant. Really knows how to work with finances. Doesn't even have the slightest clue on how talk to his own kid" I thought to myself. It's not like I was bitter about it. We stopped being close after I turned five. It just got worse after mom died.

I walked up the stairs and entered my room. It was a pretty standard one. It had a fairly large closet for my clothes and old stuff. I had a desk with a computer I got two years ago. The only thing about my room you could call unusual was the shocking amount of photos in the room. There were pictures of a lot of things, including animals, buildings, the night sky, rivers, and even some people that unfortunately got caught in the frame. The only photo that was hung up was a family picture taken back when I was four. I take a moment to look at it.

My dad looked about the same back then, only his hair was a bit longer, and he looked a bit livelier. My mom was at his side, with a smile that tended to make people like her instantly. Her long chestnut hair and brown eyes only added to her beauty.

I was the four-year-old in the middle, with a stained white shirt (there's a reason I don't wear those anymore) and a smile showing messed up teeth (I'm glad I fixed that). People say I look like my dad, and that's mostly true. I got most of my features from him, including the olive skin tone and messy black hair. But I got my mom's eyes, instead of my dads green ones.

I turn away from the photo and dump myself into the bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

Over Akahi Forest, the night was as clear and starry as could be. Not a single thing seemed out of place.

That is, until one of the stars began appearing closer to the earth. Closer and closer it came, until, it now resembled a shooting star. One aimed directly at a family of innocent, adorable swimming ducks in a pond.

Thankfully, the shooting star missed the mark completely, sparing the duck family. It landed several feet away on the shore, creating a small crater upon impact. From the crater, a red, metallic, insect-like machine emerged. It crawled out of the hole and moved forward on six legs.

Inside, the machines systems began to online.

Planet- Found

Host- Required

Initiating Search

The scarab began crawling way. It's search for a host began.

I wake up when the sunlight breaks through my window. Like a thief who's only mission is to cause pain, it starts smacking me in the face.

Now awake, I pull myself from my bed. Looking in the mirror to examine myself, I realize I should have gotten ready for bed last night. Sleeping in my school uniform was not only uncomfortable, it also turned out to be unhygienic. I take one whiff of myself, and immediately run to the shower. I went back to my room when I realized I needed my towel and new clothes. But then I ran back.

I changed out of the smelly uniform and stepped into the shower. The water made it easier for me to think. What was I supposed to do for a week?

"Obviously, I should check ahead with schoolwork to make sure I don't fall behind. But I can't do that all the time, it would just get way too boring. I need something else to do."

The thought keeps rummaging through my head as I finish my shower and step out. Even once I dry up and change clothes, I don't really have an answer. Seeing the time, 11:30, I ponder how would normally be at school. But since I'm not allowed to go back for a week, I need something to do. Once I enter my room, I look for inspiration.

My pictures are lying around as usual. I could try organizing them.

All hundreds of them.

...

No. That is a job for another day.

My computer is here. I could try working on that editing software I installed. But I don't think I want to stay at home all day today.

I see my camera and camcorder on my desk. That could work. I could go outside and find something to film. Yeah. That sounds good. But where could I go? The park? Been there. The new amusement place? Would be awkward going alone. The forest? I... actually haven't been there in a while. That could work.

I change into some outdoor clothes. I put on some jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie. I grab my backpack, and empty most of it on to my bed. I can work on the school stuff later. I grab my camera and camcorder and place them inside the bag. After that I leave my room and go to the kitchen. My dad had left me a note on the table.

"Sale going on today, won't get home until dark. Leftovers are in the fridge" it said. That wasn't a surprise. It was normal for him to stay late anyway.

I grab a can of lemonade and a water bottle from the fridge and a few granola bars from the cabinets. I go to the door where I left my shoes, and leave the house.

The walk could have been more eventful. I was hoping to take a few pictures on my way to the forest, but too many people were giving me the stink-eye when they saw my camera. Guess some people don't like being in frame. As I walk through the city, the screens show a bunch who don't mind being in frame.

Heroes.

To be honest, I'm starting to get sick of heroes. True, I used to want to be one when I was younger. But everybody wanted to be one. The fame and money were diffidently great motivators. But for me, that dream died when the doctor told me about the extra toe joint I had in my foot. After that, I lost the desire to be a hero. Why bother when I wouldn't even be able to do it anyway?

Besides, the heroes you saw on screens didn't really resemble the heroes you used to read about. Most of them only seemed to care about making themselves look good, instead of actually being good.

Like the woman on TV right now, actually. What was her name? I remember that her debut was mostly her flaunting her ass on camera, and she was involved in an incident with some sort of sludge villain a few months ago. Actually, weren't there some kids involved with that one too? I'll look that up later. But really, what was her name again? I look at the screen again.

The subtitles on the screen say her name is Mt. Lady. Honestly that name just sounds like a dirty joke waiting to happen. Anyway, she's sitting down, chatting up with the shows host. She acting more like a celebrity than a law enforcer. She's probably talking about a new perfume line she's endorsing. Or a new purse she absolutely loves, and everyone else should also love. Or some other crap like that. Who would even listen anyway?

Call me old fashioned, but I was always under the impression that heroes were supposed to be the people who fought to protect people even at their own expense. They saved lives while never asking for rewards. They were supposed to be beacons of hope that inspired others to be better people. Like that All Might guy. Hell, part of the reason I gave up on trying to become a hero early on was I because I didn't think I had those qualities. I honestly still don't.

But apparently I'm the only guy who thinks this. Every other hero I see on TV is either some show-boating glory hound or a half-ass who only works for a check.

Ok, maybe I'm being too harsh. I suppose even celebrity heroes need to eat, and putting yourself pays the bills. Anyway, the lady on TV doesn't seem to be as big of an asshole as that Endeavor guy. Every time I look at his face, I feel an unquenchable desire to see someone punch him in the face.

I push these thoughts aside as I am finally at the entrance to the forest. At least I was able to find something I did enjoy doing.

"It's been a while" I say as I pull my camera out of my backpack. I check the memory to see how much storage is left.

Plenty.

"Let's see what I can find."

The scarab scans a deer as it passes it.

Incompatible

The scarab moves on.

It had traversed a sizable chunk of the forest the previous night, and it was still no closer to finding a host body.

it's protocols dictated that it bond itself with a planet native host possessing an intellectual level of at least three. The creatures it had examined had to be forms of planetary wildlife, as their brains were ill-developed to process even a first level intelligence.

Even so, the scarab marched on. It needed to find a host. It was the sole purpose for its creation.

"It is lovely today, isn't it dear?"

"It certainly is. Nice of us to go out?"

The scarab heard noises, and changed direction to follow them. It came upon a section of land that was paved, forming what seemed to be a path. In this path, two creatures were walking. They were standing upright, a sign of evolution. They made noises at each other, a clear sign of having a system of communication. These creatures posses intelligence. Perhaps one of them could be a host.

The scarab scans the male first. It had long pointed ears, and it's teeth appeared more like canines. The scarab scanned it down to its genetic code. The brain size and function suggested reasonable intelligence. It's body seemed suitable to become a host.

Incompatible

The scarab scanned the female next. This one had scales around its neck, and slitted eyes. Like the male, the female's inner body suggested intelligence.

Incompatible

Neither were suitable hosts.

The scarab moved on. Neither of those two were suitable candidates. It had to continue its search. It turned away from the path that the two were walking in order to do so.

For the next hour, thirty-six minutes, twelve seconds and counting, the scarab would continue to forage its environment to find a host. It scanned small furry creatures with long ears, flying entities with feathers and wings, scaled beasts hidden in shells, as well as more of the intelligent beings. The intelligent ones were clearly the dominant species of the planet. Even so, none of the creatures proved to be compatible hosts for the scarab.

But that was not an excuse for acquiescence. The scarab was meant to find a host. It simply needed-

"Yeah. This shot is good" the scarab heard through its sensors. It was similar to the sounds made by the other intelligent creatures earlier, so this one had to be the same. The scarab followed the sound deeper into the forest. It passed trees and bushes, ignoring signs that warned against traveling into those parts. It kept moving until it found the source of the noise.

Like the other tow, this creature could stand upright, and had a brain that suggested a sufficient intellectual level. Unlike the other two, this creature had rounded ears, and it's skin was consistent. The scarab scanned the entity.

COMPATIBLE

This being would be a suitable host. The scarab moved towards it.

"The forest is pretty lively today" I thought to myself before I take another sip of my water while checking the new photos I had on my camera. I had gotten a few good shots today.

There was a family of rabbits that had been jumping in the grass. I managed to get a couple good shots of them. A few of them turned out a little blurry, so I might have to delete some. I probably won't though. They looked cute.

There was this turtle I found in a pond. I took some pictures, before the turtle started moving. After that, I brought out my camcorder to shoot it while it slowly got off its rock and moved back into the pond. I'm happy the camcorder works underwater too, cause I managed to get some footage of it swimming too.

Right now, I'm behind a tree taking pictures of a deer. Technically, I'm not supposed to be here, with the forest having a path that visitors shouldn't deviate from. But really, so long as I go back alright, there shouldn't be an issue.

I remember one of the only long (and good) conversations I ever had with my dad, when he asked me why I love taking pictures and shooting video. I told him it felt relaxing, and that I just enjoyed doing it. He told me that there a chance I could make a livelihood out of it, which made it easier for me to keep doing it.

Having finished taking pictures of the deer, I turn off my camera. I place it back in my backpack, and and pick it up from the ground. Once I pick it up, I see something laying on the ground.

It looks like a big, red, shiny bug. Kind of like a beetle actually, with six legs and two antennas on its head. It looked slightly larger than my hand. It's skin was glistening, making it look like metal.

Maybe it was a kind of souvenir? Did someone lose it out here? I should take it back in case it does belong to someone.

I bent down and grab it. It felt surprisingly warm in my hand.

But then it started moving.

The legs and antennas started twitching. The shock of its movement almost made me drop it. It moved underneath the sleeve of my hoodie and crawled along my arm.

"Oh God!" I cried as I dropped my backpack and threw off my hoodie in an attempt to grab the beetle thing. But I was too slow. It crawled through the sleeve of my shirt and made its way to my back. I tried reaching in the back of my shirt to grab the thing. But then I felt a bite in my back.

"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" I yelled as I felt pierce the skin on my back. Somewhere around my spine.

All of a sudden my head hurt. Scratch that, it felt like something was cutting into my brain and tearing stuff out. And it wasn't being cut into like a surgeon, with precision and caution. It was like having foremen knock down a wall with sledgehammers and pickaxes before proceeding to ransack. I honestly thought this pain would be the thing to kill me then and there.

Then I heard a voice inside my head.

"Brain process scanned. Hosts knowledge congregated. Now forming external armor."

As I was about to question my sanity from hearing a voice in my head, I felt something crawling from my back again. Suddenly, four giant, red, metal, insect-like legs sprouted from my back, tearing through my shirt. Did that beetle thing make them?

I didn't get to ponder further, as those leg things then fastened themselves around my chest. I tried pulling them off, but then I noticed something else. Something was starting to sprout from the legs, and cover my chest. It looked like black platting.

The platting soon had my chest covered, before moving to my arms. It didn't take long before I lost those too. My legs were next, and then my head was the only thing uncovered.

"What's going on? What is this thing? This stuff on me? Why did it just...?"

It didn't stop.

The platting formed itself around my neck, then my chin. It covered the entire back of my head, then most of my face. My right eye was the only thing untouched. Once it was covered, my sight went black.

For several moments, there was nothing. I could hear nothing, and the only thing in my sight was darkness. Then the voice spoke again.

"Awaken Akira Akahane!" a voice shouted.

My eyes shot shot open as I inhaled a breath. I could see again. And my sight seemed normal. Nothing looked all that different.

I scratched my eyes. Did I just imagine that? Did I lose my mind for a few minutes? "Please God, tell me I did" I mutter as I pull away my hand.

My armored hand. Why was there armor on my hand?

"Actually, why am I wearing armor?" I realized as I looked at the rest of my body. What I could see was black body armor with splashes of red scattered throughout.

"What is this?" I wondered as I ran back to the stream the deer had been drinking from earlier. I got a look at my face there.

It was like the rest of my body. Covered in black and red armor. My face was covered by a black mask, which also had it's own mouth. The rest of my head was covered in red padding. My eyes were completely green, without any pupils or iris.

"What is going on?" I muttered aloud.

"It is simple Akira Akahane" a voice said.

"What? Who said that?" I asked as I turned in every direction. I didn't see anyone around me.

"I am the scarab that has bonded to your spine. The source of your new power" the voice said.

"It's official. I've lost my mind" I said.

"I can assure you Akira Akahane, your mental stability has not wavered. I would know if it had" the voice said. I decided to humor it.

"And why is that?" I asked the cold, robotic voice inside my head.

"We know share a bond unique to us. What you experiences, I will as well" the voice said. "Together, we shall accomplish our mission."

"What mission?" I asked.

"Together, you and I shall save the world" the voice said.

Save the world? From what? And how exactly did it plan to do that? It wasn't going to use me for that? No. I gave up on the hero dream years ago. There was only one response I could give this voice.

"Bullshit."

"I fail to see how bovine waste is of any significance" the voice said, causing me to deadpan.

"What I mean is, forget it. I'm not interested in being a hero. The world has too many if you ask me" I said.

"Hero. If you are referring to the costumed law enforcers, then which kind do you believe to be overabundant?" the voice asked. That confused me.

"Which kind? What are you talking about?"

"As I mentioned earlier, our bond allows us to share experience. It also allows us to share knowledge. whatever you know, is what I currently know" the voice explained. "Currently, there are two contradicting definitions of heroes within your mind. One is that of warriors sworn to living a life of servitude. The other is what you call 'glory seekers'. Individuals mostly concerned with fame and prestige."

"When you say the world has too many heroes, to which type of hero are you referring?" the voice asked me.

I was now a little nervous. Apparently the voice could read my mind. Might as well be honest.

"The, uh, glory hogs."

"Understood, in that case, we shall be better than them. We will use our powers to stand as a true warrior. Not like the fakes of this world" the voice said.

Ok, the part about becoming a warrior was a little intimidating. But the other part was interesting.

"You said you're a, uh, scarab, right?" I asked.

"That is correct" the scarab confirmed.

"Ok Scarab. What kind of powers are we talking about?"

Despite the fact that the Scarab was nothing more than a thing stuck on my back and a voice in my head, I could almost feel a grin.

"Allow me to demonstrate."

My right arm started feeling funny. I felt the armor around it start vibrating. I lifted my arm, and saw it change. My arm, the armor, it morphed in appearance, its shape and function shifting into something else. Where my arm once was, there was now a cannon that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie.

"What is this?" I asked, my voice a mixture of fear and awe. The weapon that replaced my arm looked like the kind used in those old Megaman games. Only this one was real, and it looked plenty powerful.

"A plasma blaster. One of the many weapons the armor is capable of forming" the scarab informed me. "Would you care for a test?"

The grin on my face could not be wider. I felt like a little kid left in an empty candy store.

"Yeah. Let's do that."

This attempt at the story will be different from my previous try. My main problem then was trying to incorporate the Reach into the story. For now, this fanfic will focus the world of My Hero. The space elements will not show up until later, when I feel I can introduce them organically.

As before, I'm mostly taking inspiration from the Young Justice version of Blue Beetle. That includes design, powers, sounds, and the way the internal voice can be pretty violent.

One thing I would like help from you guys on is pairing. Right now, the options I am most considering are Yui Kodai, Kyoka Jiro, and a de-aged Rumi Usagiyama. I have also thought of possibly bringing in a girl from DC, either Starfire or Zatanna. Let me know if you like any of these ideas, or if you would prefer another girl.

Anyway, feel free to leave your opinions on my story in the reviews and to let me know what you guys think.

Until next time!