What's poppin' people! This is my take on a self-insert style thingy in the My Hero Academia universe! If you know me, you know I love self-inserts. Also if you know me, you know I love My Hero Academia. So why not combine them both into one? Viewer discretion is advised because... I said so? Also because of manga spoilers.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia. If I did, I'd have probably written the story into shit by now.

When the winds of chance blow, some people build walls and others build windmills.

It was a proverb I made up that stemmed from an alternate Chinese Proverb: When the winds of change blow, some people build walls and others build windmills.

The one I made actually came about from a misreading on my part, funnily enough. Nonetheless, I still prefer my take on it.

They both mean the same thing, though. The idea that some people favor the opportunity for something to happen, whilst others bunker down and are comfortable where they are, is what separated the nomadic tribes from the villages all those ages ago. The nomadic tribe was the one who didn't take the chance to accept change. They preferred to stay comfortable in what they knew would keep them alive. They knew not of the safety of being able to stay in a specific area and farm.

I was that nomadic tribe; I put up that wall; I didn't like change at all. Growing up as a sickly child in and out of the hospital gave me very few wiggle room to have the courage to even take chances in the first place. I was comfortable laying in that god-forsaken white room filled to the brim with tools used to monitor your every move. It was... painful... to be in there... in a place where no happiness shined, unless the very thing that was keeping you captive decided to up and vanish from your body. But that rarely happened. Especially where I was at.

I just wanted to be free! I wanted to experience the world with all of its glory! I wanted to make friends that I wouldn't have to leave behind in a few months! I wanted to argue with a teacher on why my idiotic spelling was right! I wanted to just walk to the fucking corner store with my little sister for fuck's sake! And... my hair...

But no... I have to stay chained up here. Going through an uncountable number of surgeries and chemotherapy sessions just so I can even have the chance to experience life.

All I wanted was to be free... Was that so much to ask for? Was hoping and praying the only thing I could do as my life withered away?

No, it wasn't.

One of my favorite past-times was reading manga. And a few of my favorites were One Piece, Naruto, My Hero Academia, and so on. I loved shonen, what can I say?

In each story, I always noticed a message of some sort. In My Hero Academia, there was 'Hard Work'. In Naruto, there was 'Always Follow Your Dream'. And in my favorite series, One Piece, there was 'Freedom'. At least, that's what I discerned from them.

Each story made me feel as if I was living something I wasn't. I was having the time of my life just forcing myself into another world. But, in the back of my head, I knew all too well. This wasn't my universe. I'm not the one experiencing this. My real life is one of solitude and hatred that I couldn't even live my life to the fullest.

But I realized something reading through each series. It's better to die having fun and living your life than to die holed up and withering away. It was better to put an end to both my and my parents' suffering. Although, it's hard to watch your child die, it's even harder to watch them cling on to the red string of fate with all of their hopes and dreams and watch them slowly crumble into a million pieces.

And judging from the doctors' dreary smiles, the latter was going to happen sooner rather than later.

That's why I did what I did. I walked clean out of that dreaded hospital, stripping myself of the chains that I had so longed to get rid of!

Now, I was the one building windmills.

I was free... finally.

And what a feeling it was! The fresh air, the bright, fluorescent sky, and the swift wind that enveloped my skin brought out senses I hadn't felt in years! It was refreshing.

But, I had an objective in mind.

I walked across the street to the store and got a pack of sour patch watermelons and headed back to the hospital. This wasn't for me, but for my little sister who longed for some after she tried them at school. Our parents never allowed us to eat candy, so she never got the chance to try them again. No one saw me sneak in and grab them, so it was cake.

I hurriedly made my way back to the hospital, noticing the blood trail on the ground that came from my arm. My vision started to blur and I felt light-headed.

This was my decision; stick through with it Michael.

I made it just in time for my family's five-o-clock visit and I walked over to my sister who had tears flowing down her eyes. She was only about four so it hurt to see her cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a shaky voice. I placed my free hand on her head as she looked up to me.

"We... were... wooking all ower for... youuu! The nurses... were panick... ing!" she sniffled, clutching at my hospital gown that was basically a new skin to me now.

"Well, I'm here now! And guess what big brother got for you!" I said with the biggest and brightest smile I had given in years.

"Whaa..."

I brought my right hand from behind my back and showed her exactly what I'd gone to get. Her eyes shot open with surprise and she gave me a huge hug. I'd honestly felt like I'd just received all the love I'd been missing through all those years in that one instant. I knew I'd made the right decision.

"Big brother loves you! Never forget that, okay? I'll always be with you!" I said with the most genuine smile I'd ever given. She nodded and I gave her a peck on the cheek. I looked up to my parents who hadn't said a word. They were both shriveled up and bawling. Both they and I knew that my time was near an end. They knew exactly how I felt and decided to just accept my actions as they came. I respected them heavily for that.

"Mom, Dad... Thanks for everything. And even for letting me do this." I tried to calm them down but it only made them cry even harder. They both gave me a huge hug and enveloped me in all their love. As I was burrowed into my parents' shoulders, I could see nothing. And when I felt their bodies draw back away from the hug I opened my eyes and saw...

Nothing.

I knew what happened. The blood loss had gotten to me. I was passing out. The shrieks of my mother and four-year-old sister broke my heart to pieces. The small whimpers I heard from my dad made it even worse. But it's better that it happened this way with a smile on my face than with a dead look in a bed I despised. I knew that I would soon die, so this would be the only option that would set me free.

And free I was! All the pain had stopped! All of the sufferings had vanished! I had the feeling that I oh so longed for so many years! Almost a decade of suffering swiped away from me! It felt like a blessing!

Why do I not feel complete, though?

I didn't know how to describe how I felt. I felt happy, yet sad at the same time. This whole ordeal was...bittersweet.

I already made my decision. No going back, only forward.

But... what happens next? I never wanted to think about life after death because of my situation, but now it was here. I was going to have to take on any form of the afterlife. What was going to happen now?

My mind raced through the multiple theories and religions that littered Earth's numerous cultures. I thought of literally everything.

Or at least I thought I did.

Chapter 1

At first, I couldn't understand what was going on. After I felt the warmth of my parent's body fade away from me, I drifted into a state of... nothing. Then there was... something. Lights that flashed over my eyes and muffled sounds were all I could pull from this something that I was in. It was like that for awhile.

It all just came to me one day, as if I'd woken up from a nightmare. I shot up from the point I was laying at and started to take in my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the smell of roses that brought me back to the uncountable number of times I received a set of flowers in the hospital. The next thing I noticed was my cage. No... more like a crib?

Huh? What's this? A... crib? What are all these baby toys? Yooooo, what the fuck? And what is that sound? A car pulling up?

"Abaawuboo"

Wait who the fuck said that? Was that me? "Wabbafashuu." It was me! Why do I have a baby voice?!

Noooooo fucking way! Reincarnation is real?! I'm literally a fucking baby! So I get to start my life again? I... I get to have a normal childhood. Grow up with hair and make friends! This is all too good to be true.

Tears escaped from my eyes. Not out of sadness, but joy. This was the opportunity of a lifetime...

No pun intended.

My crying was abruptly halted at the sound of a set of footsteps walking into the room. It was a woman; she was a giant compared to my frail, delicate body. She came towards me and eyed me with intrigue. I looked back at her, noticing every single thing about the beauty before me.

The first thing that captured my attention were her sky blue eyes that glistened with kindness. They were round and were in stark contrast to her sharp eyebrows that furrowed as if she were concentrating or thinking. She had a cute, little nose and small, plump lips that were slightly parted. Her sharp chin highlighted her delicate facial features.

The most prominent feature of the woman, though, was her long, silky, blonde hair that carried itself past even her waist. I couldn't see past that due to the crib. From what I could see at the top she had a messy array of bangs slightly falling over her beautiful eyes. To complete the primary color trio, in her hair she had a huge, red bow tilted off to the side.

Her frame was small, yet she looked strong. She carried confidence with her which made her peach skin shine with brilliance.

I tilted my head, confused at what she was going to accomplish by staring at me so intently. This action only made her look harder at me, though.

"Eh?" I said. The blonde jumped back with sheer shock written all over her face. She started to shout and stutter substantially while speaking in a language I didn't understand. Japanese I'm assuming? If I'm reincarnated, why the fuck am I in a different country?

She called out for someone. A man who burst into the room breathing heavy stared at the both of us. He had the same ring as the blonde woman so I guess they're married. He was of average stature yet also sported a heavy display of confidence in just the way he stood. His hair was short, messy, and formed an M-shape across his face. Just as his wife, he had rounded eyes and sharp eyebrows. Only in his case, they were of navy blue color, similar to his hair.

I'm guessing these two are my parents? That's gonna take some time getting used to. And what the fuck is up with his hair and eye color? It looks natural but it's... unnatural?

They both started to have a conversation in the foreign language; then, both of their heads shot towards me at the same time. Slightly agitated that I couldn't even speak correctly, I let out a grunt which, to my surprise, sent the couple into a hysterical jump for joy.

The two jumped around, literally throwing me into the air. They were screaming things in Japanese and my body started to feel a little woozy from all the-

"HU!" My voice was hitched in my throat as white spit-up slowly eased out of my mouth and onto the face of my mother. Her face went from happy to shocked to angry in the span of .69 seconds. The man, clearly fearful of what was to come, grabbed me out of her hands and started to wipe my mouth. A tick mark was on her forehead.

DON'T GET MAD AT ME! YOU'RE THE DUMBASS WHO THREW ME, a delicate, fragile baby, INTO THE FUCKING AIR!

I gave the blonde woman my hardest glare and that had only made her madder. She seemed to have given up on the entire situation, though, as she turned around to clean herself. A few harsh Japanese words were said under her breath that I'm pretty sure were akin to the like of 'dumbass fucking baby'.

Well, you know what, back at you... bitch.

My dad took me out of the bedroom to take me to the more furnished living room. He sat me in the middle and stared at me as if to see what I would do. I started to look around and noticed that the house we lived in was big as fuck. Like really big. Why did three people need to live in such an amazing place? Where did they get all of this money from? I decided to get up and walk around only to fall on my face trying.

The young, navy blue haired man laughed at me. Were it not for the fact that this face-vault onto the ground didn't hurt, then I would've crawled over there and gnawed his goddamn ankles to death. But that was the thing... the face-vault didn't hurt. Like at all.

I hit my head on the floor again, this time on purpose.

No pain.

I did it a little harder.

Still no pain.

By the time I noticed, I was slamming my baby head into the ground repeatedly trying to find out what was wrong with me.

Why the fuck can't I feel this shit? This is so weird! I feel that I'm hitting the floor, but I don't feel any pain. This is fucking weird.

My dad, who only let out a small chuckle before, was now full on crying laughing at my stunt. My mom had also walked in and joined right along with him.

What the hell is funny? Your child is over here banging his goddamn head against the ground and you just think it's the funniest thing in the world, huh? I'll show you.

I stopped momentarily abusing myself to crawl over there and show them what I was made of. The only thing was, I had absolutely no idea what I was made of. As soon as I threw my punch at the ankle of my father, it jiggled off of him.

It fucking jiggled.

I threw another punch, this time with my left hand, and it too jiggled.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?! WHY IS MY BODY SO FUCKING WEIRD! IS THIS WHAT NORMAL BODIES ARE LIKE?!

No... think rationally about this. Why would my body be- ARE THOSE FUCKING SCALES?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS HER SKIN TURNING INTO SCALES?!

I looked over at my new mom to see all of her skin was morphing into scales like that of a dragon. They were red and basically covered her entire body. I looked over to my dad hoping for a small tinge of explanation and he seemed perfectly fine with it. He even laughed at just how horror-stricken my face was!

Then, just when I thought I had seen it all, my dad threw a punch into the air. Only it didn't stop there. His arm stretched all the way to the end of the TV on the other side of the room. He took his free hand and smacked his extended arm, causing it to jiggle.

My jaw went agape and I stared at the two creatures standing before me. This was like something you'd only see in movies or the manga I'd read. In fact, this looks really fucking similar to One Piece or My Hero Academia.

...

Wait a fucking minute...

Something clicked inside of me.

So, this is what we're doing, huh? Reincarnation into a manga universe... And One Piece at that...

Sounds like one of those shitty fanfics I used to read when I was bedridden.

But that doesn't even make sense! One Piece was never this modernized. They didn't have flat-screen TVs, cars, and fucking touchscreen phones.

And it can't be My Hero Academia because...

Because...

Holy shit it's My Hero Academia. HOLY SHIT IT'S MY HERO ACADEMIA! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! NOT ONLY AM I REBORN FOR A SECOND CHANCE, BUT I ALSO GET TO HAVE POWERS AND SHIT!

This is the best day of my li-

I yawned, also making the other two adults in the room yawn. They had gone back to their normal looking selves while I just laid down on the carpet floor, looking for a nap.

How did I get... tired so fast? Shit, I feel... so damn...

As I drifted away to sleep, I was gently picked up and placed on a much softer bed. I felt two figures lay down beside me, giving me warmth in this cold house.

I woke up the next morning getting the best sleep I'd had in years. I felt fully rested and wanted to get up and tackle my day but I knew that there was nothing to do as a baby. I'd already gone over in my head multiple times the past events that'd happen yesterday so I was kind of done on that for now. Although, I still couldn't believe this magical turn of events for me.

Both of the bodies that were laid up next to me were gone and I had nothing to do.

Let's just explore this bitch then.

Assuming since the heavy head bashes from yesterday didn't affect me, I jumped clear off of the bed. A loud thud was heard from my baby body but there was still no pain. My body even jiggled after the fall.

That jiggle shit feels so weird... Bodies aren't supposed to be able to do that.

The smell of breakfast caught my attention and I decided to crawl around to look for the kitchen. The house really was big, so I kind of got lost. Eventually, I had somehow wound up in the living room from yesterday. The TV was on and it was on the morning news. The text and the speech were all in Japanese so I really didn't know what was going on but it was still interesting watching the videos of different heroes battling against different villains; watching it, it honestly felt as if I was watching an anime in super high-definition. But I knew full well that this was the real deal. That these people were actually out there doing heroic things.

While I was watching the TV, my dad had made his way to into the living room with a big plate of food. He sat down on the floor next to me and watched along with me. The plate of breakfast food slid its way over to me somehow and I was chowing down whilst watching heroes.

All of a sudden, All Might came on the TV. He was fighting some singular-horned creature thing and he was kicking its ass. I was so entranced with the TV that, without my knowledge, I had got up and walked over towards the screen to see it up close. I had the biggest of smiles on my face and the tastiest of pancake in my hand. My dad behind me gasped. These were my first steps after all, so it was to be expected.

But, just as soon as I had that thought, the sound of a plate crashing against the hardwood floor sounded out from my right. It came from the kitchen door; my mom had done it. Her face was one of utter disbelief. Her mouth was agape and her eyebrows were furrowed. She walked over to her husband and they were talking about something. The topic looked important, but I didn't know a whiff of Japanese to understand even a little bit. It was awkward as I looked on at them, wondering why they would overreact just because I walked towards the TV.

The moment had ended, though, and they just sat in the living room watching TV with me through the remainder of the day. They had shown some joy about me starting to walk around. They even cooed me towards them sometimes and pointed to where I should go. I spent the majority of the day just walking around the house, trying to get the layout.

It was two stories so it took me a long time before I could even get through half of it in this tiny baby body. I eventually fell asleep in the middle of the floor only to find myself waking back up in the bed. This happened numerous times throughout the next few weeks as I was bored with just sitting in one spot the entire time.

In this time I'd also got acquainted with my parents. My dad's name is Mio Ichijou and my mom's is Koharu Kirisaki. The both of them had their own unique quirks that seemed useful in a multitude of situations.

As I saw in the living room on my first day, my mom had a quirk that allowed her to turn her skin into scales. She can change any body part ranging from her toes to knuckles and even...

Let's not speak about that...

The scales were as hard as rock, but they came off easy so they were kind of useless for an extended period of time. But, they did have another use to them altogether; on countless occasions, I'd found myself unable to find my blonde mom even after looking through the entire house and calling out 'mama'. Suddenly, she'd pop out of thin air. The first few times I had no idea how she did it, but I found out after I saw her scales change colors. She was so skilled at using her quirk, she could change the color of her scales to match the walls in the house. After she'd do it, she'd be immensely tired due to the amount of concentration it took to perform it.

Her scaly fists were really strong as well. Though, she still didn't hesitate to hit my dad when she got angry with him. It didn't really affect him as he laughed it off due to his own quirk negating anything she threw at him.

My dad was a mutant. His body was stretchy and it too jiggled. At first, I made the assumption that his body was like gum or rubber, similar to a certain pirate out there. But I was highly mistaken. My dad's body was basically made of jello. Which caused the jiggle of our fat, muscles, and even bone. Yes, the body could stretch. But not as far as one would think. His body repels all forms of physical attacks such as punches and kicks. But it can't deter slicing attacks. I found this out when my mom punched dad in his face while she had scaly hands and left a huge scrape across his cheek. There weren't any healing factors of having a jelly body so he was stuck with a band-aid.

I... didn't have a normal body either.

I actually had the best case scenario when it came to inheriting a quirk from your parents; I had a combination quirk. I was a mutant with a jello body along with the ability to convert one's skin into scales. I could do everything my dad could, seeing as we were one in the same. But when it came to my mom's transformation type quirk I could barely even show three scales on any single part of my body. It was so physically and mentally draining to even force them onto the skin, more or less change the color of each individual piece. I don't think I'll be using her quirk in my Hero days, to be honest.

I also learned a lot of Japanese in that time as it was the only thing to keep my mind challenged when I wasn't working on my quirk. Speech was the easy part; writing, on the other hand, was for a later date.

Bit by bit, I was learning.

With all of the learning I did, though, I had yet to even see what I would look like. So, I walked over towards a mirror and examined just what exactly I looked like.

Lo and behold I was exactly what you'd expect: a combination of both my mom and my dad. I had the navy blue hair that my dad had yet also had the sky blue eyes my mom sported. My face was similar to my mom's which kind of made me look like a girl, but I didn't mind. After all, this body was miles better than that old, sickly body.

I smiled in the mirror and looked at the two front teeth that were trying to make their way in.

This new life isn't so bad.

A While Later

"HAPPY 5th BIRTHDAY KAZU-CHAN!" my family cheered, waiting for me to blow out the candles. I blew all of them out with a huge breath and made the same wish I did every birthday: To become the greatest Hero to ever walk the face of the Earth. That's right, I was going to take his goal and make it my own. To be the very best was going to take a lot of work. Making it there will most definitely be a challenge, especially with Bakugou and Midoriya in the way.

I was bombarded with an array of questions as to what my wish was. Of course, I couldn't tell them or else my wish wouldn't have the hope of coming true. Not like I'd want to tell them anyways. The whole lot of them didn't support heroes. Not in the slightest. They were rugged and strong. Every last one of em' had at least one scar located somewhere on their body. In fact, I believe they were-

"Hey Kazu-chan, what did ya' wish for?" a wrinkly old man asked redirecting my train of thought. It was my grandpa, from my mom's side. He was a tall, old bastard with a huge scar going from the left side of his mouth through his entire face to the left side of his forehead. He was decked out in full on business attire. He was a rough one indeed, always carrying a pistol on his side.

"That's none of your business shitty old man!" I stuck my tongue out and ran for the door before I was abruptly caught by the collar of my blue polo. The entire house was laughing at our shenanigans and I even heard a few chuckles from the grouch who caught me.

"Wise guy, eh? How about I rough you up a bit back at headquarters?" he said with a sly grin.

My body went stiff, "N-No sir! That's not needed! I was just messing around is all!" I said in a cold sweat. That was the last place I wanted to go. The last time I visited headquarters I had nightmares for weeks.

The room was now howling with laughter, excluding my mom who was pretty angry "Dad, let em' go! He was just messing around! And besides headquarters is about to e disbanded anyways." she yanked me by my collar as well, holding me up to eye to eye with her. "And YOU! What did I tell you about that language in my house? You think that just because it's your birthday you can get away?!"

By this time, I had two menacing pressures surrounding me: my mom and granddad. My only saving grace was when my dad swooped in to save me.

"Now, now come on. It's his birthday let him live a little. Come on, let's go outside. I want to talk to you about something." he said dragging me out the door onto the front porch.

I looked back at the two demons and they had a hard glare that threatened my entire existence. That's dad for you... always coming in for the rescue.

My dad sat on the steps that lead to our house. I looked out at my neighborhood that I'd grown so fond of. It was a suburban-style neighborhood with many old people and houses too big to have so few people in them. I joined my dad in his sitting position right beside him to see what made him bring me out here like this.

"What's up?" I asked.

"So, you're smart. Even I can see that you really know more than the average five ye- no. You're about as smart as a teenager in all honest opinion. You've always been like that ever since you were in diapers. And you weren't even in those for long. I never expected you to come so far so fast so I'm pretty excited that I get to teach you what I've been wanting to." he let what he said sink in.

Teach me? Teach me what exactly? I don't think he can really teach me anything that I don't already know.

Seeing the confused look on my face, he continued, "I'm going to teach you how to properly use your quirk. How to use your mutant body to your best advantage in fights and the like. I know exactly what you want to be in the future. And although I don't agree with it, I can't stop you from doing what you believe in. So, I thought I'd oughta help you instead."

"Really?!" my face lit up with excitement. I was shocked honestly. I never expected my dad to be the teaching type but I guess I was wrong. That didn't matter, though. What really mattered was the new things I was going to learn for the future, "Do we start today?"

He looked at me with a thoughtful expression, "Hmm... no. Not today but tomorrow. Go and enjoy your birthday man!" He gave me a smile and ruffled my hair up. He walked back into the house to dismiss everyone. It was towards the end of the day and that was usually when my family went to work. Although, with the family business running out soon, I believe they just went home just to go home. We had enough money to support everyone for a while; that's why we had such a big house, yet my parents didn't work. I waved around thirty people of all colors and ages away.

"Bye Kazuki! Happy birthday again!" the majority of them sang out in unison. It was starting to get dark so my parents went back inside to start cleaning up the sporadic mess my family left. I was tempted to go inside but preferred to stay out and stare at the few stars that littered the abyss of a sky.

As always when zoning out, my mind started to wander. Mostly into the negatives that enveloped my mind.

"Can I really become a hero with this quirk? The top one at that?" I muttered to myself. I was used to having a body like this now. But in all the practical uses it had in everyday life, would it really measure to the likes of All Might and All For One? The battles that were broadcasted on live TV were astronomically different from what I could only do.

Maybe if I... No, my parents aren't even dead. And I don't have the money to become him anyways. Not like I have a cave behind a waterfall to begin with. Maybe being the best hero just wasn't for me.

Or maybe that goal just isn't for me... I mean, do I really even want that or am I just saying it just to say it? Probably the latter. If not that then what's my goal in this life? I'm most certainly not going to waste it like I did my last life.

Man, I don't know.

Never noticed that one foot was bigger than the other. That's kinda weird. Is everyone like that?

"Umm... hey." a small voice yanked my head up to a small girl with shoulder length, black hair. She was bouncing on her toes and twiddling her thumbs together, "Uhh... s-sorry, did I scare you? I didn't mean t-to, I was just..." she trailed off.

"It's fine. Who are you and what do you want with this house?" I said back with the firmest gaze a five-year-old could ever give. I realized what I'd just said as soon as I saw the girl physically flinched and stepped back a little.

Wow, that was rude Kazuki. What the actual fuck. I know that's a bad habit your parents have when answering the door, but that doesn't mean for you to pick it up too. Just apologize already. But, wait no? Fuck! Is it too late to apologize? Did I wait too long?

Before I could continue with my rebounding thoughts I was interrupted, "Well... I-I know I'm kind of late to the... party... but I had to get done with all of my work done before I could come out." the young girl said looking towards my feet.

"Work? What work would a five-year-old have?" I quizzically shot back.

"I-I'm four. And, you know, just fundamental things to help develop my quirk to become a hero," she said, flashing a smile for the first time. Her dark, onyx eyes glistened in the half moon that was out.

Throughout the entirety of this conversation, I mistook this little girl to be nothing but a nervous wreck. But it seems she puts in work when it comes down to the goals she wants to achieve. And at such a young age too.

Wish I was like that.

"So you want to be a hero too?" I asked sitting down on the steps and placing my head on my hands in a 'listening to you' way.

"Mmhmm! You do as well? What's your quirk?" she said coming to sit down beside me.

You know for a little girl she talks pretty formal. And she's pretty damn good were it not for the earlier stuttering.

"I'm a mutant actually! I've got a jello body!" I said giving her a cheeky grin. "Watch this!"

I walked up towards the top step, took a running start, and jumped off the porch into a cannonball position as if I were going into a pool. With a normal body, upon landings, the booty bones or whatever they're called would be broken at this height. But with my jello body, I simply bounced off of the concrete walkway high into the air. An exuberate gasp was heard from the young girl.

"WHOAA! That was so cool! I wish my quirk did something like that!" she started jumping up and down.

I landed awkwardly on my feet, "What's your quirk?"

"Well... my quirk allows me to create any non-living object with molelocular manipulalation through any part of my skin," she said a little quieter than her before persona.

I had to internally laugh at how confident she sounded in her pronunciation of molecular manipulation. "Really, kind of like..." I looked at the girl a little harder. "Hey, I gotta question... do you like funny-looking, round dolls, by any chance?"

Her eyes lit up at my question, "Yes! How did you know that?!"

I didn't answer her question. I just stared at the young girl who I knew was destined for stardom in U.A. High School.

"You said you want to be a hero, right?" I asked.

She nodded her head in agreement, "I want to be a hero everyone can rely on in heavy situations."

"I know you'll be able to make it."

She started blushing slightly at my last comment.

"But I'm going to let you know now that you won't topple me. If you want to be one of the best heroes you have to go through me first!" I said in a challenging manner.

"I-I don't know about that..." her head dropped.

Wow, she really is a nervous little wreck.

"Maybe not now, but think about it... if you work really hard to master your quirk the possibilities are literally endless." her eyes shot up and shined with wonder. "I have a proposition: in five year's time, let's have a secret battle. Whoever wins that will become the better hero. How does that sound?" I said with a smirk.

The girl standing a few inches taller than me contemplated my offer before turning to give me an answer with a smile, "Yea! We'll see who will become the better hero!"

I gave her a firm smile before our moment was interrupted.

"MOMO-CHAANNNN! IT'S TIME TO COME HOME!" a voice called from three houses down. The young girl sprinted from the front porch before turning around and looking at me again.

"Thanks again! And Happy Birthday uhmm... what's your name again?" she asked.

"Uhhh... it's Kazuki! Kazuki Ichijou!" I screamed.

"Bye Kazuki-san! Can you come out and play tomorrow?" I chuckled at her choice of words. No one had ever asked me to play with them before.

"Yea, for sure!" I said watching the girl run off. Her hair swayed in the windy weather of September.

There was a warm feeling in my heart. Definitely, not of affection but more of admiration. I wanted to be like her. To have that level of confidence would be essential to being a hero.

I think I just got my future goal...

To be a hero that gives people the confidence that everything's going to be all right. To make people smile just by hearing my name even in the saddest of situations.

Yeah, that sounds like a good one!

Mission passed, we won't get em' next time.

All right, so that's Capitulo Uno done. My Spanish is horrible so let me stop. Anyways, this is a story I'm also doing alongside my One Piece self-insert, so the updates will be sporadic, to say the least. Please leave any form of advice you have and I'll kindly take it, devour it, and let it help develop my writing. It's time for me to eat so have a good day! Ja ne!