The next morning, I woke up with a plan brewing in my mind—or, more accurately, a chaotic masterpiece of an idea. After all, what good is having this bizarre magical girl ability if I don't use it to its full, ridiculous potential? Sure, Kacchan and Overhaul were already golden comedy material, but why stop there? Why not aim higher?

Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, a wicked grin spreading across my face. What if I could get Stain? The thought alone sent a thrill through me. The Hero Killer himself, the epitome of vigilante justice, wearing a sparkly, frilly outfit with ribbons and glitter. Maybe I'd give him a cape that dragged on the ground for extra flair. Oh, and a tiara—definitely a tiara.

Would he even agree to be on my team? Well, "agree" was a strong word. I didn't really need his permission. All I had to do was slap my hand on his shoulder, name him something equally ridiculous like "Justice Sparkle," and boom—he'd be locked into the magical girl squad. A magical vigilante hero-killer at my beck and call. The irony alone would be worth the effort.

But why stop at Stain? If I'm going to go big, I might as well go all out. My grin widened as the next target popped into my mind: All Might. The Symbol of Peace himself, transformed into a magical girl.

I snorted at the thought. Just imagining his beefy frame in a frilly dress with puffed sleeves and a magic wand almost made me laugh out loud. I'd make him "Glorious Might" or something equally cheesy, and maybe his costume would have little lightning bolts stitched into it. Or better yet, a glittering sun emblem to match that stupid smile of his.

I rolled over, clutching my pillow as the image filled my head. All Might, waving a sparkling wand and saying, "Fear not, citizens, for I am here...to spread magic and cheer!" That would end me. I'd be laughing from the grave.

And then there was UA. Oh, the possibilities were endless. What if I pulled Aizawa in? He was already grumpy and perpetually sleep-deprived—throwing him into this mess would be pure chaos. His costume could be something over-the-top ridiculous, like a pastel sleeping bag with a glittery scarf. "Eraser Shine," I'd call him. His glare alone could kill me, but it'd be worth it.

Then there was Nezu. Oh, Nezu. The smartest mammal alive, the headmaster of UA—imagine him as a magical girl. A tiny, adorable creature in a formal suit with sparkling accents, wielding a tiny magic wand in his paw. He'd probably come up with strategies I couldn't even comprehend, all while looking like he just walked out of a children's anime.

"God," I muttered to myself, grinning like a madman. "How good would that be? Nezu himself, on my team? I'd be unstoppable. Everyone would underestimate me until it's too late, and by then, I'd have an army of ridiculous magical girls at my command."

I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling as the sheer potential of this hit me. "I mean, it's not that crazy, right? I already got Overhaul. Kacchan's practically my reluctant sidekick now. What's stopping me from going after Nezu? Or Stain? Or All Might? If I'm going to be a magical girl, I might as well make it the greatest magical girl team the world has ever seen."

The more I thought about it, the more it started to sound less like a joke and more like a plan. Sure, I'd need to be careful. Timing would be everything. I couldn't just slap my hand on Nezu during a parent-teacher conference or ambush Stain in the middle of one of his crusades. But if I played my cards right, if I waited for the perfect moment...

I sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. "This is it. This is how I'm going to survive UA. Not by brute strength, not by overwhelming power, but by sheer, unrelenting chaos. Let the other students fight robots and villains—I'll be building the most absurd, unstoppable team of magical girls this world has ever seen."

The thought made me laugh, a deep, almost maniacal laugh that echoed through my tiny room. It was insane. Ridiculous. Utterly absurd. But at the same time? It was perfect.