Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"Hey, look!"
"Yowww! What in the...!"
"He looks like a tiny weenie!"
"Yeah right? Dude look like a fucking scrotum!"
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*
Their words burst out of nowhere, engulfing the classroom in a circus of laughter. As the main character of this whole scenario, I could do nothing but cover my face and lower my head in shame.
Enduring this type of teasing since I started school didn't make it any easier. I mean, I came here to escape that kind of stuff from my old school.
"I hate this..." I muttered quietly, hoping no one would hear me over the laughter and teasing.
Just as I felt like I was about to burst into tears and run out of the room, my new teacher stepped in. "Alright, alright, that's enough, kids," he said, his voice breaking through the chaos. "Mineta, you can take that seat," he pointed towards a spot at the back of the room, near the trash cans.
Relieved, I nodded and headed over to my new spot – the armchair. It wasn't much, but at least someone had stopped things from getting worse.
As I placed my backpack beside me, I felt a sudden sharp pain on my head. "Ouch!" I instinctively reached up and massage my balls, just to feel a pin embedded in my scalp.
"AHHHHH!" The pain radiated through my body, and I screamed at the top of my lungs as blood trickled down my face. "MY BALLS!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" A girl to my right cried out, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You mean you stabbed him with a pin?! Why would you even do that?!" My teacher's voice echoed in disbelief as he hurried over to me.
The girl's aim must have been off, and she accidentally pierced my scalp instead, hitting the most sensitive part of my body. It was always a trigger for me, causing me to lose consciousness whenever it was injured or strained.
As my vision began to blur and fade, I caught a glimpse of my teacher's worried expression and the fleeing figure of the girl who had inadvertently harmed me. Then, darkness enveloped me, and I lost consciousness.
'Fuck!'
I get it, honestly. She probably wanted to touch my balls. She could have just asked later, though. But nope, she was probably so flabbergasted by my shiny, shimmering, purple balls that she stabbed them instinctively, hoping for some ASMR jiggle physics.
...
At 14 years old, I'm just your average middle schooler, nothing too remarkable about me at first glance. Standing at only 3 feet 6 inches with a small build and a face that blends into the crowd, I don't exactly stand out in a crowd. But there's more to me than meets the eye.
You see, I've already conquered one battle that most people never have to face—I'm an osteosarcoma survivor. That's right, I've stared down a rare form of bone cancer and come out the other side.
And now, since I was recently diagnosed with a pituitary gland tumor, I know there's more tough stuff on the horizon. But hey, I'm not about to chicken out. Even though I might not stand out in a crowd, I've shown that I've got the guts and the grit to tackle whatever life throws at me. So bring it on—I'm ready for whatever challenges come my way.
Sure, some might say I'm below average, but I don't see it that way. See, I've got something special that those folks don't, besides the fact that I'm about to be a two-time cancer survivor, which is pretty epic if you ask me, though that's certainly a significant part of my story.
And that's where my secret weapon comes in—my amazing, gigantic balls of sticky pride.
I used to be so proud of them, but lately, that confidence has been slipping away. I can't believe I'm even hesitating to enroll at U.A; the old me would've jumped at the chance. But now, I'm filled with doubts and second guesses.
*sigh* I really want to be someone people admire, especially the ladies. I want to be able to stand tall and say, "HAHA! Don't worry, folks! My balls are here to save the day!" But right now, it feels like that dream is slipping further and further away.
...
"..!.. ..patience... ...doesn't.. ..enough.. ..oxygen.. ..level.. ..brain!"
I couldn't see. What was happening? Why was my hearing all fucked up?
'Arghh,' I tried to grab my head instinctively, but my arms wouldn't respond.
"..tetanus.. ..bacteria.. ..already.. .. spread.."
Those guys must be medical stuff. I just hoped nothing bad would happen—
*Tut Tut Tuuuuuutttttttttt*
...
*Gasp* I jolted awake, sucking in air like I'd been holding my breath for ages.
'I thought I died.'
But what was more surprising wasn't the fact that I was still alive, it was the tone of my voice—it wasn't mine.
'What the...
...No way. No way...
...This is impossible, utter nonsense.'
Driven by adrenaline, I pushed through the pain and stumbled out of bed, heading straight for the mirror.
"The hell, why do I look like that? Are those balls on my head?" I muttered in disbelief, reaching up to touch the purple object protruding from my scalp. I plucked it out, only for another one to sprout in its place almost immediately.
The ball felt like a strange combination of rubber and slime. It wasn't as hard as I expected, and it had a surprising elasticity. Even with just a tiny amount of pressure, I could easily squeeze it. But try as I might, I couldn't prevent it from bouncing back to its original form once I compressed it to a certain size.
"What about its stickiness though?" I pondered aloud, pressing the ball firmly against the wall. As expected, it didn't bounce off immediately. Instead, it adhered flatly to the surface, even after passing it beyond the compression size I had observed earlier. It seemed that its adhesion outweighed its elasticity by a significant margin.
"Interesting," I mused, before deciding to test its resilience further. With a swift punch, I struck the ball. It felt as though my fist sank into a cushion before being propelled back out, causing me to stumble backward onto the floor.
As I struggled to get up, another wave of agony washed over me, engulfing my entire body. My muscles stiffened, and it felt as though my bones were being torn apart.
"ARGHHHHHHH!" I screamed, my voice raw with pain, biting down hard on my lower lip in a futile attempt to distract myself from the searing sensation.
At that moment, a nurse must have heard my cries, as they hurried into the room to investigate.
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[Characteristic/s]
- 14 years old
- middle schooler
- 3 feet 6 inches
- small build
- average face
- bog balls
[Achievement/s]
- osteosarcoma survivor
- to follow (pituitary gland tumor survivor)
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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