My Avatar is the Heroine

An extra clone means an extra layer of life insurance—better to have it than not.

"But it's still so frustrating."

The mere thought of having to go to a maid cafe filled her with despair.

The others looked at Su Lin, who seemed utterly dejected, with strange expressions on their faces.

"What's wrong, Su Lin? I'm totally violating you here, and you're just giving up like that?" Toru Hagakure joked, rubbing her calf, which eased the worry in everyone's hearts.

Hagakure was already adorable; if not for her invisibility, she probably would have been quite popular.

Yukino snorted, pulled her legs in, and sat hugging her knees, then suddenly felt that posture was too feminine, so she stretched her legs out straight again.

The feeling right now wasn't great, mainly because she had no strength. Not that her actual strength had diminished, but an indescribable weakness pulsed through her muscles, like overexertion causing muscle and bone damage.

"Let me get out of bed."

She removed the blanket covering her abdomen, lifted her feet, and gently placed them into her shoes.

"Tsk, these legs are really something."

From a shut-in's perspective, Yukino's legs were the kind that stirred desire. Even while controlling the clone, she wouldn't actually do anything, but certain thoughts in her mind were impossible to suppress.

Sometimes, facing the mirror, she'd unconsciously recall doujinshi of Yukino she'd seen before.

Of course, that was followed by a wave of nausea, because the heroine of those doujinshi was now herself—she could no longer view it with the same mindset as before.

"How do you feel? Any problems?" Momo Yaoyorozu came over to support her.

"I'm fine, I can walk on my own."

Her gaze swept past Yaoyorozu's chest, and Yukino cleared her throat as she slowly walked out of the infirmary door.

"Child," the Recovery Girl leaning back in her chair turned around, "you're basically healed now. Don't train so hard in the future. Your body can handle it, but I'm worried about the psychological burden."

"Thank you, I'll be careful."

A burden?

Honestly, if it was voluntary, there wasn't much pressure.

Ever since enrolling at U.A., Su Lin had reduced the intensity of his training. For ordinary people, stopping exercise leads to muscle atrophy; only by returning to previous training levels can one recover peak condition in a short time.

But Yukino's body didn't seem to regress.

In other words, as long as she kept this up, her strength would eventually grow to max close-combat level.

As long as training didn't kill her, she could train to death.

Stepping out the door, a gentle breeze blew, and Yukino's long hair danced along with it.

Bidding everyone a temporary farewell, she deliberately climbed to the rooftop of the school building, planning to enjoy the view up there.

"First, let's separate the original body."

The clone ability didn't have to be used for just one thing; sometimes splitting up improved efficiency. Not to mention the instant information transfer between the two bodies—the benefits of that went without saying.

The original body went downstairs, pulled out his phone, and looked for a suitable job.

Then he saw it... a maid cafe.

"Pfft, do I really have to work at a place like this?"

Thinking it over carefully, maybe he really did have to.

Ever since coming to this world, Su Lin had been struggling with poverty, and because of his age and lack of qualifications, he couldn't find a job to support himself.

But certain maid cafes clearly had no strict age requirements.

Pretty enough, not too young—basically a sure thing.

"Sigh, poor me, having to do this."

On the rooftop, Yukino sat on a high platform, enjoying the breeze while taking in the beautiful scenery of the entire school.

"I feel like I'm kind of wasting my youth."

"I think it's fine."

As Yukino murmured, a male voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"Hm?"

Yukino turned her head and saw a student with dot-like eyes standing next to her.

Blonde hair, a very distinctive look, wearing a U.A.-style uniform.

After a moment's thought, Yukino recalled who he was.

Miro Togata, a member of U.A.'s upperclassman Big 3, the one closest to Number 1, with a Quirk of Permeation.

In truth, Togata's Quirk wasn't easy to handle—it was very difficult to control, and one wrong move could kill him. Because of this Quirk, he was once a failing student. But after working hard, training diligently, and getting injured countless times, this ordinary person with an ordinary Quirk became an undeniable powerhouse.

"Sometimes relaxing isn't a bad way to enjoy your youth."

Yukino's brow furrowed. She sensed the reason behind his words.

"You've seen me?"

"Of course. When I was training at Seaside Park, I saw you passing by."

Fine.

Yukino sighed inwardly. How did someone who had no talent, who relied solely on desperate effort to grow, view another person who pushed themselves just as hard?

Not to mention, Yukino's level of desperation far exceeded his.

"I just want some time alone."

"Haha, sorry about that. I didn't mean to bother you either—just happened to run into you." He scratched his head, then vanished from sight the next moment.

Yukino knew he had phased through the ground.

"That guy... is he training here?" she murmured, then jumped down directly, leaving the school building via the stairs.

Chapter 23: A Day at Seaside Park

The next day, Seaside Park.

"What the hell is this?!"

She punched the refrigerator hard, the immense force leaving a dented crater in the metal. But in return, Yukino's fist was scraped raw, skin peeling off.

"That's just tragic."

A few meters away, the original body, holding a cup of milk tea, watched his clone with red-rimmed eyes and actually felt a pang of reluctance.

A delicate young girl like this, showing an expression of obvious pain while forcing herself to continue—how could a normal person bear to watch?

Not to mention, he was in a terrible mood right now.

Because last night, he'd sent Yukino to apply as a maid. After testing her, the Maid Manager had given a merciless evaluation: "Absolutely terrible. What's with that disgusted look on your face? Is this what you call a maid? What a waste of such a pretty face."

Then she was assigned to cleaning duty.

That's right... cleaning, basically the same job as an Auntie, at a Maid Cafe!!!

"Aaaaah, so annoying. Let's take a break."

The moment she thought about having to work as a cleaner in a Maid Cafe, she felt like vomiting.

But... that salary left her no room to refuse.

Yeah, even though she hated it, she had to force herself to accept it. Awkwardly cleaning up all kinds of trash in a place like a Maid Cafe.

"Hiss—I shouldn't have trained my back muscles."

A sharp pain pulled Yukino's thoughts back.

Hurting like this every day would drive anyone crazy. She didn't even know how she endured it. She took the milk tea from the original body's hand, feeling a bit down, and took a sip.

"Gulp—"

Chewing on the red beans and pearls, Yukino suddenly froze, staring at the cup in her hand.

"Does this count as an indirect kiss?"

There was still some saliva left on the rim.

If that was the case, then eating together, biting the same apple... they'd done that plenty of times.

"Damn it, why am I thinking about this?"

Her face reddened. Yukino hugged the milk tea cup with both hands, shook off the thoughts, and kept drinking.

A few seconds later...

"Goddamn Youlemei!"

She hurled the milk tea cup far away, cursing in Chinese with extreme irritation.

While drinking milk tea, an ad kept playing nonstop in her head—what a mental pollution nightmare.

"Su... Su Lin."

Just as he was splitting his attention, a discordant voice suddenly came from behind.

He turned around. A boy with green hair and a hesitant expression stood there—it was definitely Izuku Midoriya.

"Why are you here?"

The original body asked coldly.

"Sorry, I was a bit worried about you, so... Su Lin really is training here, isn't he?" Midoriya's expression was like a nervous child.

Yukino Yukinoshita sat on the discarded refrigerator, hands propped on the smooth metal, gently swinging her legs. Izuku Midoriya instinctively lifted his gaze, only to catch sight of the safety shorts under her skirt. His face flushed red, and he guiltily lowered his head.

"Hmph. To be precise, you didn't come to see me—you came to see my clone, right?" Su Lin asked irritably.

"Huh? No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I really did come to see you." Izuku Midoriya's gaze shifted, looking a bit guilty.

"..."

After a brief silence, Yukino took a deep breath and asked again, "How's your Quirk coming along? Do you still get hurt when you use it?"

"Mm." Midoriya nodded.

"Just as I thought, ONE.FOR.ALL isn't that easy to control."

"Huh?" Midoriya's expression froze, then his eyes went wide, and his body instinctively tensed in defense. "How do you know that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Yukino chuckled lightly. "I saw through your secret with All Might at a glance."

Cold sweat beaded on Midoriya's forehead; her words clearly spooked him.

"Relax, I won't tell anyone. How about this—I'll give you some pointers. If they help, you treat me to a month's worth of meals, deal?"

"O-okay." Midoriya nodded instinctively.

"OK." Yukino perked up immediately. "So, you usually fight with your arms, right?"

"Yeah, but I can only use it once." Midoriya said gloomily.

"Then why not think from a different angle? If you can fight with your hands, why not your feet? All Might's Quirk shouldn't be limited to just his fists, right? So try releasing that power throughout your whole body, adjust it to a level your body can handle, cover yourself completely, and strengthen control over every detail."

"Feet... my whole body?!"

Those few words made everything click for Midoriya.

That's right—he'd been so fixated on his arms that he forgot ONE.FOR.ALL could be released from more than just them.

The first time he used this Quirk, he'd launched himself into the sky with his legs and completely destroyed the massive Zero-Pointer.

But deep down, he'd still clung to the idea of using his arms to unleash that power.

"Lastly, All Might doesn't have much time left as a hero, does he? I want to know—how did he pass his Quirk on to you back then?"

Midoriya's expression instantly turned wary, but soon he relaxed and answered, "I ate his hair."