Disclaimer: I don't own BNHA or any of the characters except the OCs.

Chapter 1

I stared uncaringly at the hole made of multi-colored lights, I didn't know how long I had been falling inside but I had grown bored after the first five minutes.

At first, I had wondered how I had gotten there but then remembered that I had just died.

All I had done was go to a local convenience store to buy salsa for chips. My brother, Jon, was waiting at home so that we could watch a movie together. It was movie night, a tradition that we had kept since middle school.

I had been at the checkout counter, when I heard a small TV behind the cashier announce the winning lottery numbers. At first I thought I heard wrong, because they had announced all of my lucky numbers. I always bought the same ones, for every game. Looking at the screen I was shocked to see all of my numbers displayed neatly across the screen. I remembered almost immediately that I had bought a ticket just that very morning.

Taking my purchase, I hightailed it out of there, I couldn't believe it, I had won the lottery.

I ran down the street, I needed to go home and find the ticket as soon as possible. I crossed the street making sure the light was green first, but before I could even take the first step, a car ran past the red light, and swiveled off the road.

They say it was more likely to be in a traffic accident than to win the lottery. It was just my luck that today it seemed to be extra lucky. It hit me, going at 40 miles an hour, and pinned me against the light stop.

I didn't even have a chance to scream. I died instantly, without pain or suffering, and then woke up free falling into a tunnel of lights.

"God, I wish Jon was here," I said out loud.

POP!

"What the?"

"Jon!"

"Rose! How did you get here? Where is here?"

"You will never believe this but I died in a car crash as I was heading back.."

"Oh shit. Really. I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay, it was actually pretty painless, over in a second. How did you die?"

"I choked on a chip."

"What?"

"Well after you left, I waited for a bit, but you took too long and I started to eat the chips. Then I heard the TV announce the lottery numbers and remembered that you bought a ticket today. I was so shocked that you actually won that I choked on a chip, and it looks like I finally died."

"Ouch. Was it quick at least?" I asked curiously.

"Nope. I was choking for like ten minutes before I blacked out. Then I appeared here. Not going to lie, this was not what I was expecting the afterlife to be."

"I'll say. I was expecting white fluffy clouds and a quire of angels."

"I was expecting fire and brimstone, with a mob of devils carrying pointy spears."

I then noticed something, "Hey look. There are glowing crystals over there."

Jon looked and saw them too.

A little distance away there was some glowing hand-sized white crystal falling with them. "I think it would be best if we didn't touch them."

However, we weren't prepared as tow of the crystals fly towards us, but as soon as they did, we were engulfed in a blinding light.

As I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but wince in pain. A dull aching sensation in my legs was the first clue that something was wrong.

I was staring up at a high ceiling but when I looked down I saw that my ankle was completely twisted in the wrong direction. From the stairs, I hazard a guess that I had fallen down them.

It was then that a young boy no older than 16 came rushing from the next-door room. He took in the scene with a cold calculating look that was deprived of any hint of warmth. When those blue eyes landed on me, I couldn't help but flinch back. It was as if he was looking at some insect or something.

"H-Help…" I pleaded.

"Tch," the rude boy muttered but bent down in front of me.

He grabbed my ankle carelessly causing a shot of pain to travel up my leg. Stretching my neck, I tried to see what he was doing.

He still carried that calculating look as he looked at my injury, then he exhaled a tired breath and I felt my leg go numb. I watched with horrifying fascination as he then twisted the ankle back into place.

Slowly I felt the aching in my body disappear instantly. Then the numbs slowly started to reside and I regained feeling in my foot.

The teen stood up, taking out a cigarette box from his back pocket and placed one of those cancer sticks in his mouth.

"Don't run around the house again," he said in a monotone voice as he began to walk out of the room, leaving me still on the floor.

I was too stunned to get up so I just laid their on the waxed wooden floor staring up at the ceiling. Looking at my hands I noticed that they looked tiny, in fact everything looked tiny.

Just as I was thinking that, I was hit by a sudden flux of foreign memories. I zoned out as I started to see them in rapidly all at one.

Thankfully otaku culture had prepared me for this. All Hail the Kawaii.

From the information I was getting, I had been reborn as a Japanese girl in what appeared to be a fictional world. A world I recognized all too well, since I had written quite a number of fanfics on it. I had somehow been reborn into the My Hero Academia Universe. I don't know if Buddha was real or something, but if he was then he was obviously an anime fan.

My name in this universe was Mio Yagami and I was 6 at this time. I had an older brother named Hozuki Yagami and a great-grandma named Akane Yagami. My parents had died two years previously, in a villain raid, they had both been heroes, so it was to be expected I supposed. Hozuki, 14 at the time, had stepped up to become her legal guardian.

Now normally this would have been a problem, but Hozuki was apparently a genius by all standards of the word. He had gotten his high school diploma at the young age of 12 and had went on to medical school, where he was close to finishing his medical degree. Of course his quirk also helped a lot, since it revolved around biokinesis.

Speaking about quirks, from the memories I got, I found out that also had a quirk. I had the ability to generate and control my very personal forcefield. It wasn't that strong however as even the smallest of hits would pop it like a bubble.

"What are you doing just lazing around," came a grumbly voice from hallway.

Turning to the voice, I immediately recognized her as Mio's great-grandma, or just Nana for short. She was looking disapproving at me, and my memories immediate told me why. She had come to live with them after my parents died, and took care of me during the day, while Jun was going to school or his part-time job. However, she had been born before the emergence of quirks and the like and had never fully come to accept them. She could tolerate Hozuki just fine since he was using his quirk to pursue a 'normal' job but held Mio in low regard as she would always shout about wanting to be a hero like her parents and such.

The old woman rolled her eyes and shuffled away, "Hm. Kids these days are all so lazy. Back in my day…"

I got up since there was no point in staying there. In the Yagami house pity was rarely given.

I climbed up the stairs and walked back to my room. It was clearly my room since it had an All Might door plate with my name on it.

As soon as I walked inside, it was if I was in an Otaku's wet dream. The room had shelves upon shelves of hero merchandise, 30% of it must have been about All Might.

'It looks like I was an otaku in this world as well,' I thought as I picked up an All Might action figure with real Texas Smash action from its display case.

I began to search my room for anything useful.

I found a photo album tucked underneath my bed almost immediately. I scanned the pictures and saw what looked like a family photo. I was being held in between to adults that were wearing hero costumes while Hozuki was standing off to the side with soulless eyes. As I looked though more of those pictures I saw a pattern form. In every picture Jun was always standing to the side with a blank expression. He never looked happy in any of these photos.

That brought another thing to my mind, 'I wonder what happened to Jon? He was right next to me when we disappeared. Did he make it to this world too? Or did he go to a different on? This is so confusing,' I thought angrily, feeling a cold pit in my stomach form at the thought of never seeing my brother again.

"I really hope you're here too Jon," I said as I threw myself on my bed which as you guessed, it had All Might sheets.

(Time skip)

It had been a few days since my rebirth or whatever it was called. I tried to act as the original Mio would and I had managed to fool everyone at school, but apparently not Hozuki as he would always through suspicious glances my way. Despite being mentally older than him, I felt an instinctual amount of fear whenever he would look at me with those narrowed eyes, as if he was dissecting a small animal.

I walked into the kitchen and found Grandma already in her seat around the table, a newspaper in her hand and a chopsticks on the other.

She would give Hozuki one thing, despite being a complete unrepentant jerk, he did know his way around the kitchen, as such meal times were always something to look forward to.

Being in a smaller body was both awesome and tiresome. On one hand, I was too small to do many of the things I enjoyed doing or anything independently, case in point being that I needed help reaching the counter. On the other hand, even a normal adults portion of food looked enormous. Just yesterday I had eaten a Cinnabon that had been bigger than my whole face.

As I tucked into my western style breakfast, spearing a helpless sausage in the shape of an octopus, I noticed Hozuki washing dishes. He was dressed in slacks and a blue long sleeve shirt, his black hair combed neatly backwards, and a cigarette on his lips. However despite always having one of those poison sticks, I have never once seen it lit. He also didn't smell like tobacco which made me wonder if he even smoked at all, or if it was just for appearance.

I also had similar looks, with black ebony hair that fell neatly to my side and bright blue eyes.

Drying his hands he took off the green apron and turned to us. "Grandmother, I need you to look after Mio tonight, I'll be coming a little later than usual to finish a paper for my class."

Grandma grunted showing she understood.

Then his gaze landed on me, and my hand froze mid-way to my mouth, a pancake dripping with delicious maple syrup just inches from being eaten.

"Stay out of trouble Mio. I don't want to hear about you messing with that Yamada girl," he said offhandedly before downing a cup of coffee and picking up his jacket from a chair.

Right, about that, apparently I was the local neighborhood bully, with my prime target being an overweight bespectacled girl named Aoi Yamamda. When Hozuki had found out, he showed the first emotion other than cold or apathetic, too bad it was anger. He had dragged Mio all across the street until they reached Aoi house, where he proceeded to explain the situation to her parents. She had needed to apologize to the girl and had been on grounded ever since. Grandma also had a few things to say on the matter, as she had tanned Mio's hide until it was bright red.

Of course I wouldn't do that now, that was the old Mio.

"Ahmm, is it okay if I use the computer," I asked my grandma.

She didn't even glance at me as she replied, "What would Hozuki say about that?"

"Yes?" I asked hopefully.

"Then there's my answer," she said automatically, as she began to eat her miso soup.

I skedaddled out of there before she changed her mind.

As I surfed the web, I began to look up on certain topics in order to get an estimate of when I landed.

The first thing I did was go to UA's official website and look up the class roster. A quick scan showed that Midoriya and the rest of the class hadn't been admitted there. It looks like I was somewhere before the beginning of the story.

Next I did a name search on all Midoriyas near my area. I got two hits, but one of them was middle aged man and the other was a blue haired teen. I began to expand my search range until I found what I was looking for.

I saw a class photo for an elementary school about 10 cities away, and right there in the bottom right was young Midoriya grinning like the lovable idiot he was. From the looks of it, we're the same age which is both good and bad. Good because I now know what time I'm at and I know what's going to happen in the next few years but at the same time I have to live through the League of Villains, Stain, League of Villains again, All for One, All Might's last fight, the Eight Precepts of Death, the League of Villains again!

I went to lay down on my bed trying to gather my thoughts. On one hand, I could either not get involved and live a relatively normal life knowing the future events or get involved and possibly destroy the timeline. I know for a fact that they'll be fine without me sticking my nose in and while the attacks are horrible they needed to happen. Heroes come out stronger and more focused on helping rather than for money and popularity. But then again I could save so many! Iida's brother could still walk, Mirio won't get shot, Sir Nighteye could live, Eri could get saved sooner, heck even Bakugo might not get kidnapped.

The more I thought of it the more conflicted I felt. If Jon as here he would tell me not to get involved but I know I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I could do something to save lives and didn't even if I could destroy everything. Worst case scenario, Izuku might not even get One for All!

I sighed, wishing for the nth time that Jon was here.

I decided to go to the park after school let to clear my head. School seemed to go slower than usual, others started to give me weird looks since I was so quiet today even the teacher pulled me aside at recess to see what was wrong. I knew I was breaking character but right now I was making a huge decision and couldn't bother to care. I couldn't even talk to anyone to get an outside perspective. I had read enough fanfics and novels to know that the first rule of time transmigration is you can't tell anyone or else you'll sound crazy and even if they believe you it would just lead to experiments and information going into the wrong hands.

I can't even say that my Quirk lets me see into the future since my Quirk is a forcefield and having two Quirks that have nothing to do with each other is basically almost impossible. My quirk. I haven't used it since I arrived, how do I even activate it?

From what I knew, even though my forcefield was weak now if I could train it it could become stronger maybe even impenetrable. From what I understood in the Training Camp Arc, Quirks are basically like a muscle, all you have to do is exercise it to make it stronger. I mean look at Bakugo, he might have been an asshole but he was very dedicated to training his quirk and finding different applications, which was why he was so strong when he got to U.A.

So with the right training regimen, I could be a great hero! But... did I want to be a hero?

A part of me said that it was the right thing to do. 'With great power comes great responsibility,' and all that crap.

On the other hand, I have never been the bravest of people. No, in fact some might even call me a coward. But I wasn't, I just had a healthy amount of survival instincts.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I completely missed the soccer ball that was heading straight for my face.

Huh?

The white and black ball stood frozen about two millimeters away from my nose, and I could see some a transparent wave in the air.

Oh shit. Is this that forcefield everyone was talking about. I didn't know it could activate automatically- Wait! Doesn't this mean that I can't ever get hurt? If its like this then doesn't that mean I'm perfect for being a hero. How much does a hero make by the way? I better look that up before I decide anything else.

However before I could continue my thoughts I felt a sudden dizzy spell hit me.

What did I run out of power? Can it even do that?

I don't know what happened after that as I collapsed in the middle of the field.

As it turns out, a professional hero makes a crap load of money. And with a quick Moogle search on how much the top heroes make and my decision was set. PS: they make about 12 craploads a month.

A/N:

So this is the revised version of my other fanfic Training To Be The Next All Might. I'm not going to delete the other one so people can see the differences between the two. While they are a bit similar, there will be major differences that will make this one stand out more. This is going to have more crude humor which is why it's rated M unlike the other one. So bare with me as I expand more on my characters.