Mha/Bnha x Female Gojo| I Alone Am The Honoured One

2: New Beginnings

I arrived at my new apartment building, a modest place compared to my previous life, but it had a certain charm that caught my eye. The building's exterior was clean and well-kept, with flower pots lining the steps to the entrance. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the scene, making it feel strangely... welcoming. It was a stark contrast to the chaos I had known.

As I pushed open the door and stepped into the lobby, an older woman at the reception desk looked up and smiled warmly. "Oh, Akira-chan. Are you good?" Her voice was kind, with a motherly tone that made me pause. In my past life, people didn't usually approach me with such ease or warmth.

"Yes, I am good," I replied, trying to match her friendly tone. It felt foreign to me, but I was willing to give it a try.

"You look more cheerful today. You can delay the apartment bill if you want to," she continued, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

"Wait. I will pay you right now," I said, reaching for my phone. I asked for her number and quickly sent her the payment. "Mrs. Sato," I thought, already recognizing her as a beacon of warmth in this new chapter.

"How is your part-time job going?" she asked, genuinely interested.

"Ohh. It's good," I said, suppressing a sign. Of course, I don't even know about that part-time job. I haven't worked like that in my entire life.

"I will skip today by the way," I said.

"Won't that Owner beat you again if you skip." Mrs. Sato said worriedly.

"Beat me up? Huh, interesting" I thought.

"Maybe I'll go," I said.

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With a polite nod, I headed up to my apartment. The room was simple-small but clean. I took a moment to survey the space: a bed by the window, a small kitchen area, and a desk where I could set up for whatever plans I had next. It wasn't the lavish surroundings I had once known, but it was enough. It felt like a fresh start.

In the drawer, I found a to-do list. It stated that I needed to head to my job at NATO Supermarket by 8:00 PM.

"An unusual time for a part-time job, huh," I muttered to myself. "No doubt she took that poison. She was pretty clever-maybe she drank bleach. Guess... I'll think about that later." I chuckled.

There was half an hour left. "I should get going. Just you wait, Mr. Owner."

As I stepped outside, a rush of determination surged through me. The owner of NATO Supermarket had a reputation. In the past, Akira had endured his harsh treatment-his demanding nature and condescending tone had made every shift a living hell. But the reincarnated Akira wasn't about to be pushed around anymore. I was ready to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.

As I walked down the street, I visualized my plan. The owner, a man named Haruto, had always thrived on intimidation. It was time to flip the script. I imagined myself slipping into the supermarket, a confident smirk on my face, radiating an energy that would command attention.

Upon entering the supermarket, I spotted Haruto in the back, barking orders at his employees. His sharp, piercing gaze flicked to me, and I could see the disdain etched on his features. I approached, deliberately slow, feeling the weight of the past Akira's frustrations melting away.

"Hey, Haruto-San," I said casually, leaning against a shelf, "ready to make some changes around here?"

He sneered, crossing his arms. "You're late, Akira. This is why I don't hire people like you."

I chuckled, a low, ominous sound. "Oh, really? I am just 3 min late Haruto-san."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What? You've got nerves to talk back now?" He was just going to hit me, and I knew how to play this.