Again, this is also something I've decided to write
I don't know if I'll continue it
"Idefgjsfj" = thoughts
The girl did not think that she would be run over with a truck when she stepped onto the road. Nope, not at all. After all, what was the chance of that happening right?
But none of that really mattered as it did not change the result. The girl's life flashed before her eyes before the kinetic energy from the truck brutalized her body.
However, the girl did not feel nearly as sad as she should have. After all, she was a NEET. As someone who had no family and friends, she would not be missed. The only thought that her mind produced was this,
"Ah, I see. I'm dying."
It might have been the sheer shock of being run over by a truck, but that was all the girl's mind could come up with.
Earlier in the day, the girl woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, stretching and yawning in displeasure. It was never pleasant to be woken up by loud sounds. Not bothering to shower or brush her messy hair, the girl simply changed out of her bed clothes.
On her way to open her laptop, the girl noticed an extremely loud groan from her stomach, accompanied with the unpleasantness usually associated with hunger. The girl herself groaned in annoyance as she instantly knew that she had to go outside of her apartment to purchase food.
Sliding her feet inside cheap sneakers, the girl's face resembled that of a marionette's as she walked out of her home. The truck ran her over at the first street she tried to cross.
That day, one story ended and another began.
The girl's eyes suddenly opened as she awoke, dilating in shock at the scene before her. A woman stared into her eyes with the most compassion the girl had ever been shown. The woman's hair was raven black, her eyes brown. She wore what seemed to be white hospital gowns, giving away the fact that she was currently inside of a hospital.
It was a momentous experience for the girl, as her parents had died soon after her birth. She was not able to remember either of their faces, as their memory faded with time. With no siblings, parents, or friends, the girl drifted through her life like a ghost, living an antisocial life unfit for humans. The only thing the girl occupied her time with was with anime. This continued for over twenty years, the girl barely noticing the days going by.
Seconds after she opened her eyes, the girl realized that her body was much smaller than before. After all, the woman cradled her body with relative ease. Her eyes soon widened again.
"Oh no."
The girl had watched enough Isekai anime to know what this was. Hell, she was even killed by a truck. The girl had no more time to think however, as her mother whispered softly at her, those loving eyes completely focused on her small body.
"Welcome to the world Mal."
Mal, that was to be the girl's first name from that day forth, a name unusual for a normal japanese citizen, regardless of gender. The girl would later find out that it originated from a mythological figure unique to her new world, belonging to the Epic of Mal, a poem telling the story of a great hero. Her parents named her after the protagonist.
No one knows what manner of being brought this girl to this world, or how they did it. However, one thing was certain. My Hero Academia would never be the same.
I spent about less than an hour writing this so it's not that great
I'll probably write a new chapter very soon though