I can't believe it has been a month since I started this project! A month!

Do you know how hard it was to get this place going? Let me tell you!

The easiest part was literally buying the building! After that, it was hell. First, I had to get the building inspected, which is kind of hard when you live in a town that has been overrun by villains. I was originally just going to wait, and I used that time to make a plan for everything. However, they never came, so I threatened them. That got them going. I was basically told the building was shit.

With that information in my pocket, it was time to get it fixed except noone was willing to fix a building that was in a town overrun by villains! This one took a bit more creativity to get going. I had to prove that it was safe for them to work on the building, which it technically wasn't. There wasn't even a hero agency nearby. As soon as that thought went across my head, I went,

'yo what if i make a hero agency nearby?'

This actually worked with my plans better than expected. A shelter is supposed to be safe, so having a hero agency nearby would definitely help make it safe. I didn't plan on building an entire ass hero agency to pull it off, but so fucking be it. The question remains whether I can build a hero agency, and the answer is yes with the Hero Commission's permission!

Well, um, that would take forever.

Sure, I submitted the paperwork for it, and I still haven't received a response on it, but I needed a temporary solution so I can work on my fucking building for gods sake. That's when I discovered that I can technically rent heroes from other hero agencies. That solution will work until I get a hero agency set up. Of course, I then had to figure out which heroes to rent out. I needed heroes that don't have issues with discrimination and are willing to work with me. I interviewed heroes for a full day until I found four heroes that now patrol around the motel.

The safety concern was fixed! It was time to get a construction team only for most of them to be against it still! Thankfully, one team was willing to pull through if I paid extra. Considering my death is soon, I just gave it to them.

FINALLY, SHIT WAS BEING FIXED! What made this team even better was that the company had a license to use their quirks, so that made the process go much faster than you would think.

During the fixing process, I was working on anything that didn't involve the building. More specifically, the paperwork to make this an actual thing. Surprisingly, it went through within only a couple days. I even managed to get a license to allow people to use their quirks if they are under me! Once that was complete, I needed to spread the news about it so I can get to work on the actual operations. AKA, employees.

I think you can take a guess that that step was also difficult. Spreading the news about it was relatively easy. Getting employees was hard because, once again, safety concerns. However, that problem did not last as long as I just added that, not only would they get paid, but they could also get free food and stay here if they want. That got the applications rolling!

After two weeks, the construction team finished! Some people may have considered that the shelter's technical opening because many people, especially people with mutative quirks, had already come to stay due to danger. I'm not a dick, so I let them in at the places that were already done. The reason why it was not the actual opening is because I still operations to set up.

The fantastic news is that the opening is today!...even if there is no official opening because this place was packed quick. It wouldn't make sense to do an opening now. I just finished setting everything up. This would have already been there if people didn't come, but we had to work around them to get them implemented. That's why it's just being finished now.

I am genuinely so proud of this place. This is a shelter that someone can come to, and they are practically living in luxury. Well, compared to other shelters. One goal in mind for this was for everyone to have their own space. They shouldn't be treated like degenerates just because the heroes can't do their fucking jobs, and I don't consider a tent a room. If I was in those conditions, I would have already killed everyone by now.

In simple terms, why should I offer the bare minimum when I can offer more?

The motel originally had 100 rooms, all of which were those rooms with two queen beds. Sure, that could store a lot of people, but I didn't want to shove random people together. That's dangerous. All the rooms were remodeled so that instead of one big room, it was divided into a hallway, two smaller rooms, and a shared bathroom. This may seem odd, but hear me out. It's not like I made the entire place open layout with the hallway addition: those still had doors, which require a keycard to go into. Then, depending on the setup, there may be a keycard required to each bedroom as well.

What do I mean by setups? There are two different setups with these smaller rooms.

The first is for those loners. Those setups had a keycard on the hallway door and each bedroom so that the other person can't kill them. The rooms are exactly the same with one queen size bed, bedside table, a lamp, and whatever else you may expect to find in a normal hotel room but smaller in size. With this setup, I can house two people with their own rooms instead of one.

The second is for families. The main difference is that there is no keycard required to each room. In addition, in the extra room, there is two bunkbeds on either side of the room rather than one queen size bed.

Why did I do the family rooms this way? To keep the parent's sanity.

There is a third type of room that is dedicated to those with mutant type quirks. Whether they are bigger or need some temperate difference, we got them covered!

With this weirdass room idea I came up with, I can keep a little over 300 people here. Impressive, right? Well, for a motel anyway.

There was a bunch of other accommodations made to the motel, but I would be here all day telling them. However, I can tell you that every basic need is covered here. Though, I do plan on expanding to include things such as medical by buying the building next door that I may or may not have destroyed the wall of with my protection measures on accident.

Things happen for a reason, y'all.

And, the best part, this is all being funded by my creativity in the American stock market! I would play in the Japanese stock market, but it's kind of shit right now, so I'm just stealing America's money instead! These people have to pay for nothing! They don't have to worry about shit just because they lost their home due to shitty prison standards. They can worry about their family first.

Maybe that is me slightly projecting because I have no family. You can't really blame me in that case, but I prefer not to talk about it. It's very depressing.

This actually worked out better than I thought because this place can be used as a homeless shelter as well so those people are safe too. I kind of forgot homeless people exists, which sounds dickish but it's the truth. Once everything calms down here, it will probably be turned into a homeless shelter. No use letting it sit just because the town is no longer overrunned by villains.

Yeah, I am very proud of this place. I offered the world something that can be used past my death, and it should be beneficial to the community.

And you know what? I am not done yet. I still have that building with a hole in the wall to fix up, and then I brought another building from these folks who were complaining about all the ruckus I was making. To put simply, I told them I would buy their building if they leave, and they did.

Money really does solve all the world's problems!

Ignoring that thought, I am genuinely happy here. Not only is the place great but the people here are as well. Some of the people that stay here have actually offered to help, whether by through work or monetary needs. Even after I tell them no, they help where they can, big or small. It's nice if a little annoying. It certainly doesn't help that I found an article online about this place secretly being a cult. Apparently people being nice to one another automatically means that it's a cult.

Half-tempted to rename this place The Cult. However, that's too much work. I was originally going to name it after the motel, but the name of the motel was something I didn't like. It's currently named The Motel. Creative, am I right?

"Mikumo, are you okay?" My thoughts are interrupted by one of my receptionists, "You've been staring at that wall for five minutes. It's quite concerning."

Oh yeah, I'm still in the lobby and not my room. I thought this would be quick. Whoops!

I turn to her and offer her a thumbs up, "Yeah, I'm good. I was just internally monologuing!"

"Internally...I'm not going to question it. Oh, before I forget, are you going to the karaoke party? It's starting in a few minutes!" She asks.

"Is that what they're doing in the basement tonight?" The basement, for clarification, is just an empty room for whatever events we need it for. Events are held down there to minimize noise to the guests that actually want to sleep. Even if the rooms are partially soundproof, I prefer to not deal with complaints.

"Uh-huh!"

"What the fuck? Why did they have to hold it tonight?!" I whine, "I would if I could!"

She gives me a sad look, "Oh, did something come up?"

The male receptionist speaks up, "You have to pickup?"

I sigh, "Yeah, unfortunately." You'll see what that is.

"Why don't you have someone else pick it up for you?"

"Because I was told that I have to specifically because of what it is."

"Damn."

"No shit. Speaking up, I should probably get going now. If I ain't back in a couple hours, Uketsuke gets the place."

The female receptionist, Uketsuke, fistpumps, "Yes!"

"Hold up, why does she get it?" The male asks.

"Because she doesn't try to break into my room to prank me," I explain as I head out, "Later, y'all!"

"Wait, how did you know it was me-?!"

I close the door so I don't have to hear about it. The two are probably about the fight anyway, so I will be avoiding that. Now onto the pickup session.

An explanation may help everyone understand. So you know how I have to constantly be on gas to not throw up? Well, I go through that pretty quickly. The thing about it is that it's not something you can get at your local pharmacy. It may or may not be illegal.

On my behalf, I'm dying, so it's perfectly fine. I rather break the law than suffer.

So how these pickups work is that this guy named Dabi carries them. He definitely gives villain vibes, but I am choosing to ignore that for my drugs. Anyway, he has the stuff, and he'll bring it to me at a random location. This would not work since there is no communication between us except for the fact that we have designated times and days that we do this. That only leaves the location portion, and you know what? That's what my quirk is for! Since I have Dabi in my quirk database (i guess i dont know how to explain it), I can track him anytime!

Alright, with all that explained, I can get to trekking. After activating my quirk, I start my evening walk where I could be jumped at any time. Sounds fun!

Dabi must be in a bad mood today because it takes me half an hour to get to where I need to be. This time, he isn't even in a place. Usually he's in a bar drinking or something. This time, he's in an alleyway. It's either that or he's just lazy. I don't know

To describe Dabi, he looks like an E-Boy but with white hair. He has a black trenchcoat, tight black jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt always. Then on top of that, some parts of his skin are purple and fucked up and stapled to real skin! Maybe I am being quirkist by saying all this, but I am just saying that his vibe is a bit off-putting.

I enter the alley and wave, "What's up, Skin Graph?"

Dabi rolls his eyes as he kicks off the wall, "Took you long enough. Where the fuck were you?"

"In hell. You got the stuff?" He kicks over the tank with my gas in it, "Thank you!"

"Whatever. How's the dying life going?"

"Pretty good. Great to know that I am dying! I am still running though! Did you get your future botox session set up?"

"I don't get paid enough for this," Dabi grumbles as he walks off, "Remember what father said!"

"Of course," I huff in annoyance as I grab the tank. I don't know what the old man takes me for. I never cause trouble!

I don't even bother to say goodbye to Dabi, mainly because he is gone. I have what I need. I can go home.

Oh, maybe if I get back soon enough, I'll be able to participate in the karaoke party!

I gotta go! Later!