I don't own My Hero Academia in any way shape or form. All I own are the oc's

Warning this is a Slash/Yaoi story if it isn't your cup of tea you have been warned.

Chapter One

The first momments of my new life were not a happy ones. Maybe it was because I had just experienced the miracle of birth. Maybe it was me now being 21 inches tall. Or maybe just maybe it had something to do with the fact that mere seconds ago I had been pushed off of an 80 foot cliff and then proceeded to be repeatedly bashed around like a pinball by the ocean currents. Death was not a pleasant experience zero out of five no stars.

Ignoring that fact that I had apparently just died (Painsomuchpainjuststopletmedieplease it was worrisome that I couldn't understand a word that the people around me were saying. It sounded like Japanese but besides English and French I was as close to clueless as you could get when it came to other languages. My mère spent years teaching me French. Another laungege was not on my menu. A sharp slap on my butt interrupted my inter monologue. The doctor having apparently been waiting to hear my crys.

When I didn't burst in to tears the doctor (WhitelabcoatfallingwhydidyoubetraymeIlovedyou) gave another sharp slap I gave a grunt that came out a a weird gasping sound however it seemed to serve it's purpose and I was handed off to another person to be wiped off. At that point I decided that I was way to tired for this shit and then promptly passed out

Or at least that's what I did for a total of 5 seconds before I was startled awake by the sounds of explosions and gunfire. Everyone in the room of corse starts panicking immediately when the guy who I'm guessing is my father (only guy not wearing a lab coat) start shouting what sound like commands before kissing the lady I'm now laying on top of. He burst into a gigantic plasma person and then bolts down the hallway in the direction of the explosions. Do to the fact that I just saw a person explode in to plasma it was quite obvious I was not on earth anymore.

The lady I was laying on top of promptly bursts into tears as the doctors once more start running around like headless chickens. This time there was purpose in mind. At least I would hope so. It was then that I realized I should probably be freaking out about this entire situation in general, but I was just...calm, I felt nothing. I didn't care that the explosions would probably kill my father or that we were in a hospital and hundreds could have just died. I could die all over again and all I am is calm, relaxed, and tired.

Am I in shock or something?

Baby level emotions?

While trying to come to terms with this I vaguely relies that the doctors have managed to barricade the door and are huddled in the corner of the room. Their shouting at each other seems like it's not exactly what's needed in this situation and it's pretty annoying but considering the situation you can't really blame them. My "mother"( she will never be my mère) is still crying. Babbling a name over and over again. She stops however when the doors of the room fly open breaking the pitiful barricade that the doctors set up and some weirdos in menacing looking costumes walk in with guns.

If I could feel anything at the moment I would probably join in on the pity parade that's going on but currently I seem to be a certified robot with how far my emotional capacity ranges. Instead I'm left wondering how one of villains is able to see considering he has a blindfold on.

Unfortunately the blindfold doesn't seem to be hindering him in anyway because the next thing I know the doctors in the corner are now riddled with bullets. Streaks of red now decorate the once snow white walls. My mother starts her crying anew before getting shot in the head by blindfold man.

As I look at my now dead mother all I can think of is how it's a shame. She seems young or at least younger than I was when I died. When I look back to the doorway I curse my scattered thoughts. In my moment of passing sorrow Blindfold man has now leveled his gun on me.

I then do what I will later look back on as something that was simply put insane. I laugh in Mr. blindfold mans face and then proceed to use what little baby strength I have to grab the gun and yank it to my forehead. After all what is he going to do kill me? I've already died once what one more time. Maybe I'll even stay dead this time. I should have know then that it wasn't going to work out how I thought it was, no newborn has the strength to sit up and yank a gun particularly out of a grown mans hands.

Blindfold man flinches, and I feel a vague sense of amusement, a mass murder scared of a baby. I showed my newfound amusement by smiling up at him and giggling. It's then that he pulls the trigger and shoots me.

Except nothing happenes. Surprised and fearful he shot me again and again and again until he was out of bullets a full clip gone flattened unable to penetrate my skin.The rest of the villains start shooting now. One starts spiting acid at me another lets out blades of wind. It was then that something happened I felt some form of energy leave my body and in front of me formed a small ball of gas,and plasma a star. (Starsweremylifetoknowtheuniversemylifesgoal) in was almost hypnotic with how It pulsed. It was slowly getting smaller and smaller until it was barely the size of a penny it was then that the star exploded.

Along with the star went the hospital and three blocks of the city.

As I lay spent, tired and now orphaned in a crater of my own creation. I stared at the sky and It occurred to me that I had probably just killed hundreds of people with whatever power I manifested and yet I still felt nothing.

I should have stayed dead in that ocean.