Secretly Crushing on Someone Is Risky / Su Lin's Daily Life

My Avatar is the Heroine Author: Sea Blue Jelly

Su Lin, male

Ability: Avatar

A skill that could transform him into various female characters, or use female characters as avatars.

Current avatars:

1. Black-haired, long-haired girl. Traits: school uniform, plaid miniskirt, black thigh-high socks, excellent at studying, combat strength unknown.

2. Blonde girl. Traits: a weirdo who shouted "I'm going to destroy

Saber" all day long, wielded a lightsaber, possessed immense strength, and had a Super Special Move she called the "Nameless Victory Sword." The mere aura before its release could make the strongest heroes feel fear. No one had yet been able to force her to fully unleash her Super Special Move.

World: "xxxx"--"Black Bullet"--"Demon Slayer"--"A Certain Scientific Railgun"--???

Secret Love Was a Risky Thing

A cool breeze swept through the emerald leaves, carrying a faint fragrance of plants. The tall, thin young man stood cautiously outside the door of Class B's classroom, his gaze occasionally drifting inside.

"Hey, Ono, what are you looking at?"

A girl's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Ono jolted and abruptly turned his head. Once he identified the newcomer, he relaxed slightly. "Whew, you scared me to death."

The person standing before him was none other than his childhood friend—Momoko.

"Was I really that scary? You've been acting like a thief lately, spacing out every other day and sneaking over here whenever you can. It's really irritating." Momoko puffed out her cheeks angrily, her tone somewhat reproachful.

"Sorry, sorry." Ono scratched his head awkwardly, but his eyes still kept drifting toward the classroom.

It seemed he was watching someone seated toward the back.

Following his gaze, his childhood friend looked over and spotted a particularly unusual student sitting there.

Her figure was somewhat petite, and she was wrapped from head to toe in a black robe. Her head was lowered beneath a black hood. Only the jet-black hair spilling out and the snow-white arms exposed beyond her sleeves vaguely revealed that she was a girl.

Unlike the other students, she seemed extremely lonely. She merely sat quietly in her seat, completely out of place with the classroom's atmosphere.

The moment Momoko saw her, her expression turned astonished. "Wait, Ono, don't tell me you were looking at her?"

"Shh—" The boy immediately gestured for silence. "Can you keep your voice down? Someone might hear you."

"Hmph, just as I thought."

Although Class B's classroom was on the top floor and students from other classes rarely came by, that did not mean Ono's behavior had gone unnoticed. At the very least, the teachers who occasionally passed by, as well as the students of Class B, had long since noticed something strange about him.

"I heard that girl is really pretty. She's a little withdrawn, but... I guess it's understandable if you like her." Momoko bit her lip, looking somewhat jealous.

She really was beautiful. At least half the boys in Momoko's class had developed some interest in her after seeing her, so it was no wonder Ono cared about her.

"Sorry." Ono looked a little embarrassed.

"What are you apologizing for? It's not like I can stop you from choosing whoever you want." Momoko rolled her eyes. "Still, if you like that person, you'd better be prepared."

"What do you mean... Is there something special about that girl?" Ono's eyes widened.

"It's not exactly that she's special. It's just that there are some strange rumors about her. And aren't you curious why none of the boys like her?"

"Why?"

"I don't really know either..."

Just then, the Class B teacher who had run overtime finally left the classroom, and the students inside rose from their seats one after another.

"Oh no, she's coming out."

The boy and girl standing in the classroom's blind spot immediately left and retreated to an area near the restroom.

Then Ono discovered with delight that the nameless girl he had been watching had walked out of the classroom.

She smoothed her long black hair, then actually headed straight toward where the two of them were standing. Once she saw there was hardly anyone around, she turned and entered the restroom.

However...

"The men's restroom?"

Ono froze.

"No one saw me, right?"

After entering the restroom, the small, delicate figure beneath the hood immediately leaned against the wall and let out a breath of relief.

There was no need to worry about the wall being dirty. The school had excellent sanitation, and the outer section of the restroom was a washroom, so leaning against the wall would not dirty her clothes.

After taking several deep breaths, the girl's body suddenly began to expand. Her bones cracked sharply, and within only a few seconds, she had transformed into a boy.

His features were refined, and he was roughly six or seven centimeters taller than before.

"That's why I hate this Quirk."

He muttered while holding his head. His right leg bent slightly, but rather than leaving immediately, he quietly waited.

About half a minute later, a male teacher entered.

"Yo, you were already waiting here?" The man chuckled and walked over to him. "Let me see your Quirk."

"Tch." The young man, now in the form of a boy, hesitated for a second before saying, "I just canceled my Quirk."

"Your ability seems to be more than just transformation. Can you also split off another body?" the teacher asked.

"Yeah." The young man nodded.

"Then let me see it. Your written test scores are excellent, but I need to know whether your Quirk also qualifies you to enter U.A."

The young man fell silent for several seconds, then sighed. "Fine."

He took a deep breath, and his body changed again.

Hair slowly extended from beneath the hood, while his arms visibly became snow-white and slender. The curves of his body emerged, and he quickly took on the appearance of a girl.

Even more astonishingly, the clothes beneath his coat had turned into a plaid miniskirt and thigh-high socks.

"Why are you keeping your head down? Let me see what you look like." Faced with a student who was clearly reluctant, the teacher's tone became somewhat forceful.

She hesitated, then slowly raised her head, revealing an exquisitely delicate little face.

Her crystal-clear eyes looked at the teacher with faint resentment.

After they stared at each other for several seconds, a blush spread across her face. A moment of conflict flashed across her otherwise serious expression, and she awkwardly turned her head aside.

"That's it. Please don't get any strange ideas."

The teacher's facial muscles twitched.

He had really turned into a girl, and one around fifteen or sixteen at that. It was hard to imagine that such a unique Quirk existed in this world.

More importantly, according to his description, this Quirk could not only use an avatar in place of himself, but could also separate it and allow it to exist independently as an avatar.

Because he had to maintain his avatar state at all times in order to make use of its top-student abilities and extend the duration of his Quirk, the boy normally never showed himself in his original form. Only a very small number of people in the entire school knew that he was male.

The young teacher coughed, then asked with an odd expression, "Then right now... biologically, are you also female?"

"What are you trying to do?" The girl looked up warily.

"Cough, sorry. I just want to clarify your detailed information, so I can accurately fill it in when registering your Quirk... It'll help you get into U.A. You know your grades are excellent. It would be a real shame if you couldn't enroll because of your Quirk."

The girl remained silent for several seconds. In the end, she snorted coldly and turned away. "Your current position is very easy to misunderstand."

"..."

The teacher froze for a moment. Looking at her movements, he suddenly realized something and awkwardly backed away two steps.

In the men's restroom, he had sinisterly cornered a pitiful girl against the wall. If anyone saw this deeply misleading scene, his teaching career would probably be over.

"Whew, now that I understand your Quirk, I can help register it. Remember to work hard for the final exams, and... don't enter the men's restroom looking like that. It wouldn't be good if someone saw you."

As he spoke, he patted the "girl" on the shoulder and walked out the door.

Su Lin's Daily Life

That evening, at home.

Bare walls and utter poverty—that was probably Su Lin's current situation.

At the moment, he was in his original form, cooking in front of some crude equipment.

Because he was poor, his living conditions were not very good. Still, he could barely support himself through part-time work.

Barely, that was all.

At the moment, he looked like a somewhat handsome young man. Beneath his black robe, his body continuously worked the cooking utensils, trying to stir-fry an authentic Chinese meal.

Several meters away, another girl with silky black hair was kneeling on the soft bed, using her less-than-dexterous hands to sew clothes.

Judging from the girl's appearance alone, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her delicate skin was crystal-clear and flawless, her black eyes were as immaculate as gemstones, and her distinctive plaid miniskirt and black thigh-high socks were matched perfectly in every detail.

After working for a while, the girl suddenly tossed aside the clothes in her hands and lazily flopped onto the bed.

"This is so hard. Why do I have to make clothes like some housewife?" Her voice was full of complaint.

With her delicate, curvaceous figure and pure, fragile aura, any outsider who saw this girl would surely be jealous. They might complain: Why can such a poor guy have such a beautiful girlfriend? Why don't I have one?

But they would be overthinking it. The two were not boyfriend and girlfriend.

They were the same person!

Or rather, that girl was Su Lin's avatar. This was the body he had used during the day to appear before the teacher in female form.

His Avatar Quirk allowed him to split off an anime heroine, or directly transform into that character.

It was a peculiar ability.

Especially now, he could multitask—having his main body cook while his avatar made clothes—as if his brain had been duplicated. Even while doing different things at the same time, there was not the slightest sense of dissonance.

It was undeniably efficient.

A few minutes later, Su Lin finished stir-frying the dishes.

The girl lying on the bed stood up and came over to help.

As the food was served, the two heads lifted at the same time, and their eyes happened to meet. Immediately afterward, the girl's face reddened, and she avoided his gaze for no reason.

"This is killing me."

Even though he knew that was himself, he still felt embarrassed.

Honestly, as a transmigrator who had watched My Hero Academia, Su Lin was fairly familiar with everything in this world.

This was a world where Quirks existed.

Eighty percent of humanity possessed a power known as a "Quirk." They could manipulate electricity, control flames, and accomplish all sorts of unimaginable things.

Some malicious people used these Quirks to commit evil, bringing enormous danger to ordinary people's lives. To prevent public order from being destroyed, many people "selflessly" stepped forward and bravely fought against criminals.

These people became what everyone called heroes.

Today, heroes were more like a profession, appearing throughout the streets and alleys to protect people's happiness.

Su Lin's Avatar Quirk had awakened in such a world.

His current avatar was Yukino Yukinoshita.

And if he could complete a three-hundred-hour intense training task, he would unlock Mysterious Heroine X.

Although Yukino was not particularly strong, she had made Su Lin the student with the highest deviation score in the entire grade, crushing every classmate in written test results.

The latter was what Su Lin truly looked forward to.

"Three hundred hours."

After eating, he lay on the bed and looked at the completion progress of one hundred and eighty-two hours. He could not help but smile bitterly.

This task was extremely, extremely painful. Even after completing over one hundred and eighty hours, he had actually begun considering giving up.

Knock, knock, knock!