In My Hero Academia With Uchiha Sasuke System

Chapter 09: The Timelines We Walk

The cafeteria buzzed softly with conversations and the clinking of plates. Rays of pale morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the polished wooden tables. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hum of chatter. Sasuke sat by the window, his black eyes fixed on the world outside.

A field of cerulean blue stretched across the sky, punctuated by drifting white clouds. His reflection in the glass was sharp—dark eyes calm, unreadable, framed by a uniform that fit snugly against his athletic build. His tie hung slightly loose, a deliberate detail that added a subtle rebellion to his otherwise pristine appearance. His fingers moved with practiced ease, finishing the last bite of his sandwich before pulling the straw from his orange juice carton.

The flavor was sharper than expected, almost surreal in its authenticity. It was moments like these that unsettled him, moments where the lines between the game he was trapped in and reality blurred. He sipped thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as the conversation of a nearby group of girls floated to him.

"She's so creepy, though," one of the girls murmured, her voice tinged with fascination.

"You mean Toga Himiko?" another replied. "She's... different. I wonder what drives someone like her."

Sasuke's ears caught the name instantly, though his expression betrayed no reaction. His gaze shifted slightly, catching the girl with blue hair and crystalline green eyes from across the room. She waved at him—hesitantly, yet earnestly. He met her gaze briefly, his face as calm as the clouds he had just been watching, before turning his attention back to his empty juice carton. The faintest trace of a frown crept onto his lips.

His thoughts churned quietly.

Toga Himiko... so she exists here. Alive, and already walking the path of crime.

The realization was unsettling yet oddly grounding. If she was active, it meant he was somewhere within the timeline he knew. But the exact moment? That was still unclear. His fingers tapped lightly against the carton as he calculated.

The sports festival ended six days ago... but which arc is this?

The sound of the cafeteria door swinging open cut through his musings. A group of students entered, their laughter warm and carefree. The casual camaraderie between them was infectious, as if the world outside their school walls was distant and insignificant. They spoke animatedly about the recent sports festival, recounting moments of triumph and humor.

One of them, a tall boy with messy brown hair, nudged his friend with a playful smirk. "Man, I still can't believe Todoroki pulled that move in the finals. Talk about overkill."

Their voices faded into the background as Sasuke stood, his movement measured. With a casual grace, he picked up his tray and began walking toward the trash can in the corner. The late morning light fell on him, casting soft shadows across his sharp features. His steps were unhurried, yet each one carried an air of purpose.

As he passed the group, fragments of their conversation lingered in his mind.

Six days since the festival ended... The system placed me here deliberately, didn't it? He smirked faintly. They're treating Sasuke Uchiha as if he's unaligned, not a hero. So, they expect me to walk the path of darkness here?

The idea was amusing, even exhilarating. His hand lingered for a moment over the trash can, his smirk widening.

If this world thinks it can dictate my path, it has no idea who it's dealing with. I'm not your pawn. Not yet.

He turned back toward his seat, his mind racing. The other students paid him no attention, their voices now mere background noise. When he sat down again, his smile remained, though it was more subdued. His eyes flickered with a hint of mischief.

You may have scripted this world, but I won't play by your rules. I'm no Madara... though I do admire his approach.

The classroom filled slowly as the lunch break ended. The warm sunlight shifted, now falling at an angle that bathed the blackboard in soft gold. Sasuke leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression calm but unreadable. The door swung open, and the English teacher entered—a man with thick, untamed black hair and sharp eyes that gave him an intensity far greater than his role suggested.

Sasuke's gaze lingered on him for a moment before his lips curved into an amused smile.

Looks like Stain… fitting for a system that thrives on irony.

But then, a thought struck him like a flash of lightning. His black eyes widened, just barely.

Six days since the festival. That means today... it's Hosu. Shigaraki will attack with the Nomu tonight.

The revelation sent a jolt through his system. His heart raced briefly before he calmed it with a steady breath. His fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the desk.

Hosu is only two train stops away. If I time it right, I can position myself perfectly.

Standing abruptly, Sasuke drew the attention of the entire class. The faint scrape of his chair against the floor seemed louder in the silence that followed. His sudden movement caught even the teacher off guard.

"What's the matter, Uchiha?" the teacher asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and mild concern.

Sasuke pressed a hand to his forehead, his expression convincingly weary. "I'm not feeling well. May I go to the nurse's office? I don't think I can stay for the rest of the day."

The teacher frowned, his gaze scrutinizing. "You've already missed four days recently. Are you sure you're okay?"

Sasuke nodded, his voice steady. "I have a medical certificate. If it's an issue, I can have it updated."

After a pause, the teacher relented. "Fine. But take care of yourself."

"Thank you," Sasuke replied, his tone polite but distant. He grabbed his bag and exited the room swiftly. Behind him, whispers rippled through the class.

One student, with bright green eyes, watched him closely. Himawari's gaze lingered on the door even after it swung shut. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she thought to herself.

He doesn't look sick at all. His complexion is perfect. So what's he hiding?

In the corridor, Sasuke's demeanor shifted entirely. His steps quickened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The clean, bright hallway blurred around him as his mind sharpened.

There's still time. If I hurry, I can make it to the station before the attack begins.

He moved with purpose, his footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floor. Outside, the sun shone brightly, its warmth a stark contrast to the anticipation building within him.

As he exited the school gates, a single thought lingered:

Hosu City... tonight, I'll be right where the action begins.

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