The Strategist

Chapter 1

Hana's POV

I am currently in my workshop, lounging around, waiting for a rendering of the equipment I'm making for Itsuka and Kyoka. My assistant, Michael, lives in the apartment next to mine. Dad made sure that he was gay and also weaker than me, just in case. He wanted a female, but when he found out I was a lesbian, he quickly switched to a more fragile male that wouldn't attempt to seduce me.

It wouldn't matter, though, anyways. I don't plan on keeping my virginity. I don't really think it is normal, nor do I mind, for a stereotypical American teen to still have her V-card by the time she is 18. If she does, props for her. The thing is, when I asked for God to make me not dense, he succeeded. I know Kyoka and Itsuka like me, and I know that I am in deep love with them both, to the point I will stay awake at night making a mess of my bedsheets simply thinking about them. While my friends in Japan have turned 17, I am 16, and they are all preparing to go to UA. The entrance exams allow for support equipment, so I plan to give them the gear I'm making as a gift and ask the two out. Of course, I wouldn't ever two time, so I plan on asking them at the same time. I know it isn't as romantic, but sadly that's the position I'm in.

At least it isn't as bad as Dad's. He asked Momma, what I call Kallen, out after disappearing for a few years. After a few minutes of sitting around, constantly daydreaming of date plans, my computer dings, indicating complete renderings. I review them and then begin to build the finalized prototypes. For Kyoka, I made a pair of gauntlets that would allow for sonic punches so she could punch much harder while also acting as defensive equipment. For Itsuka, it was much harder to come up with something, but I figured it out. A pair of boots that go with her costume build up Kinetic energy to have it when she kicks or needs a burst of speed.

After spending a few hours building them, I texted the two to meet up at a beach near my place. I liked living in Ocean City, or relatively near it, in my past life. I was always jealous of the ones that lived beachfront, so that's what I did. I bought out the top two floors of a building in front of a beach and rebuilt them. 1/3 of the space was structured into a two-story condo for Michael, while the other was for me. It had a workshop, study, information vault, four bedrooms, each having a bathroom, and two half-baths, one on each floor. The kitchen was somewhat large, and the main living space was an open concept, so the kitchen led into a dining room that led into the living room with a staircase that led to the bedrooms on the second floor. The first had the workshop, study, and vault. There was a balcony that had a hot tub and a small garden with some herbs. I may be royalty, but I need a hobby, and it needs to be something that I could be braindead at, so gardening and sewing quickly became favorites.

I had a few posters of Midnight around. In this timeline, Midnight's costume was a whole lot less slutty, and she was also somebody that advocated sexual equality and rights. She was the most significant source of lesbianism you can find in the public eye. Instead of a rivalry like some timelines/works, she and Mt. Lady decided to go out and are engaged. They sent me an invite to the wedding after they found out my orientation, its public knowledge so that it would get suitors off my back, and I agreed wholeheartedly.

Anyways, I hopped into the bath and changed into a blue version of Casual #2. My closet is filled with certain styles of clothes. I have major OCD in this life, so I kept things simple. I have a few outfit types, but they have many versions and varieties.

After half an hour in the bath, the two responded that they'd be there in another half an hour, leaving me twenty minutes of bubbles and scented candles to prepare my mind for the event to come.

Finally leaving the condo with the gifts, I messaged Michael with my destination and went to the beach. I brought the gear in metal suitcases, so I placed them in the sand, took off my heeled sandals, and stepped into the water while waiting. Only a few minutes later, the two came up and saw me. I smiled and waved at them. Kyoka was wearing her usual outfit while Itsuka was wearing some blue jeans, a tight black leather jacket, crop top, and pump heel boots. I don't know why, but they both like wearing chokers. They were doing this when I met them and have been since. I don't know when, but I picked up the habit and wore one on occasion as well. Unfortunately, today just so happened not to be one of those days.