A fanfiction about the anime (Date A Live) with a very overpowered OC/male reader. This is my first fanfic.
I own my OCs and story but I do not have rights to "Date A live".
A word that is laborious yet pursued by everyone who wishes to better their life. The definition of a job is rather simple:
a piece of work, especially a specific task done as part of the routine of one's occupation or for an agreed price.
And a person who is too much pressured due to their job is called an an overworked person. But what if...someone was SO overworked that even 'declining' was an unavailable concept?
Well...There is one such.
One who even except any body is still supposed to be Cameraman andNarrator yet spends his time being an idiot...just because he can.
"Whew, kicked ass and looked cool...Lost my 'body', now its pure me only."
He now looked at his palms. The already 'White man' skin color has now turned into Ivory-White. As for that hair...
He took the locks between his fingers. Though the length remained quite unchanged, the color wasn't in the same boat.
The hair strands now looked like 'holes' in reality. Calling it Vanta-black would still be a bit mistake.
His Black hair was the purest of black, absorbing all light and reflecting none. This color isn't due to the effect of any ability. It is simply the inabilityfor his hair to be anything else.
The same could be said for the eyes, which were now a pure black that bled into a Pure magenta gradient toward the center.
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The appearance was also refined. The similarities he shared with Shido in that form were now gone, back to what he was.
"Time to get some break. Gonna decide the training shit in the future."
He opened up his smartphone to check if there was anything in the news and he got hit by truck he didn't expect.
"それは速報です。"
"Nigga what? Oh, forgot I ain't got my translator buff I borrowed from bro. Time to use my 4th wall privilege...I will be hearing anything in English now."
"It is a breaking news report-"
"Noice."
He then threw it on the table and climbed up to the bed before he grabbed the blanket over himself. He knew he couldn't sleep but he decided to take some 'rest' anyway before going out at night because...it's possible.
He gave a glance at his left hand and saw the plain golden ring he made at an earlier time. It suppresses his 'presence' that would overwise cause some issues.
