Sitting back in my chair, I let out a long, dramatic sigh, staring up at the ceiling like it personally wronged me. The café buzzed around me, but for once, the chaos wasn't my problem. That was a first.

Somehow—somehow—I had gone from a quirkless kid with no hope to this.

A team. A squad. A group of actual lunatics who somehow looked to me for guidance.

How the hell did that happen?

I was supposed to be dead by now. That was the plan back then, wasn't it? Life was supposed to beat me down until there was nothing left.

And yet... here I was. Not just alive, but thriving in the most ridiculous, magic-infused bullshit ever.

I looked around the table. Shigaraki was arguing with Bakugo over something stupid again, Overhaul was sipping his drink like he was tolerating the very air around him, and Shoto was just there, existing, unfazed as usual.

My team.

The thought alone made me snort.

It wasn't just them, either. There were others now. People I had somehow pulled into this nonsense of a life. Villains, heroes, civilians—I had roped them all into my chaotic orbit, and the worst part? They stayed.

That was terrifying.

Because, really, what the hell was I supposed to do with all that?

My brain still told me I was supposed to be alone. I had spent so long believing no one cared, that I was meant to be overlooked, to be tossed aside and ignored.

But magic—stupid, unfair, annoying magic—had different plans.

I had magic now. I had a team now. I had people who followed me without question.

And if that was the case?

Then screw it, I was going to make them do all the work from now on.

For once in my life, I was done breaking my back for everyone else.

Shigaraki? He could handle the next attack. Bakugo? He could go punch someone else for once. Overhaul? He could deal with whatever medical crisis popped up next. Shoto? Shoto was chill. Shoto could do whatever the hell he wanted.

Me, though?

I was going to sit back and make them do it.

Because if I had to suffer through this insane magical girl existence, then I was going to milk the perks.

I leaned forward, smirking. "So, I was thinking."

"Oh no," Shigaraki muttered immediately.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway. Since we're all so great at fighting, and you all clearly love causing chaos..." I let the words hang, watching their reactions. "You can handle things from now on."

Bakugo scowled. "The hell does that mean?"

"It means I'm retiring from being the guy who fixes everything." I crossed my arms. "Congratulations, you're all my minions now."

There was silence.

Then—

"Minions?" Overhaul looked offended. "You want us to be your minions?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Shoto took a slow sip of his drink. "I don't mind."

Shigaraki scoffed. "Oh, of course you don't."

"Listen," I continued, ignoring them. "Magic already screwed me over. I didn't ask for this. I didn't want this. And yet, here I am, living in this ridiculous nightmare of magical girl nonsense, dealing with idiots like you." I gestured dramatically. "So, I figured, if I'm stuck with this, I might as well take advantage of it."

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "So you're just gonna do nothing while we do the work?"

"Correct."

"I hate you."

"I know."

Overhaul sighed, rubbing his temple. "What, exactly, are we supposed to be handling?"

I grinned. "Everything."

They all groaned. I definitely enjoyed that reaction a little too much.

Later, as we walked out of the café, I found myself staring at the city lights, lost in thought.

Magic. I still hated it.

It ruined my life, flipped everything I knew upside down, and made sure I could never just be normal.

But at the same time...

I wasn't alone anymore.

That thought made me pause.

For so long, I had been so sure that I was destined to disappear. That I was supposed to fade away without a trace.

But then magic happened.

Then all this happened.

And now?

I had a team.

A ridiculous, messy, chaotic team.

But it was my team. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't just surviving—I was living.

"...Huh." I exhaled, shaking my head with a laugh. "Guess I really am stuck with this."

Shoto glanced at me. "Stuck with what?"

I smirked. "You guys."

Bakugo groaned. "Shut the hell up, nerd."

Shigaraki shoved his hands in his pockets. "You act like we're the ones who won't leave you alone."

Overhaul scoffed. "I'd still rather not be here."

I laughed. Liars.

They weren't going anywhere.

And neither was I.

~~END~~

A/N: Thanks for reading this story and I hope you enjoyed it as well.