I've decided to start writing in first person because it's slightly easier for this kind of story

Constructive criticism is appreciated, unjustified insults are not

Four Years Later

My new life was perfect. I didn't even care that I died in my previous life anymore. Like honestly, a world full of superheros and villians? What could be cooler? Moreover, I knew everything that's going to happen. I wasn't sure if everything was going according to cannon but if it was, then that would be great. My new name was Kurokami Mal, courtesy of my parents. They have always said that my amethyst eyes were the prettiest things they had ever seen, and that it fits perfectly with my long, raven-black hair.

I had a caring family and an amazing friend. My parents simply adored me and were ridiculously nice. They never got mad at me even once. Well, that might be thanks to the fact that I was really mature for my age and never caused any trouble. I was after all, an adult mentally.

It's weird to say this, but I'm honestly glad that I got run over by that truck. My new life was worth it.

As I sat at the dining table, taking a bite of french toast, my mother smiled at me lovingly while my father covered his face behind a newspaper. This was normal, everyday behavior for both of them, and I had grown accustomed to their habits by now.

My mother, Kurokami Mai, was an easy going woman who showed the utmost compassion to everything around her. Her dazzling smile coupled with her sociable personality made her a great deal of friends and acquaintances.

My father, Kurokami Hayato, was a stoic man, strong in even the most stressful of situations. His leadership qualities and calm demeanor made him a great asset to his company.

After I finished my toast, I took a swig of orange juice and let out a satisfied sigh. This is the life I tell ya. Eating delicious homemade food with your family, having your parents dote on you because of how cute you are. This arguably normal lifestyle was surprisingly fulfilling. Seriously though, my parents always pulled their hair out deciding what to give me for my birthdays as I told them multiple times that I had everything I want already.

After my glass was completely drained, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and rose from my seat. My father looked up from his newspaper and smiled at me before sending me off with a wave, my mother doing the same. Dad was very handsome, his dark brown eyes matching his hair perfectly. Not the tiniest hint of facial hair resided upon his well toned face. His strong muscles were hidden inside of his business suit, making him seem almost average at first glance.

My mother was almost thirty years old, appearing as a mature beauty to most. She possessed the largest breasts in her whole high school. Many men had swooned to her in the past because of this, but she was only attracted to my father. The reason for this was that they were both quirkless, knowing the pain of being looked down upon by others for their genetic faults. My mother had made up for this with her natural beauty, my father, with physical training and charisma.

I walk out the door, not before directing a bright smile at my parents and waving to them. I shouted happily,

"I'm off!"

Happily skipping forward, I hummed a tune from an anime while I thought about what I will have to do at school. I had a proper education in my old world, learning everything up to the end of high school. Therefore, the subjects taught at my kindergarten were quite literally child's play. I was the best student in class and unnaturally polite and clever for my age. People used to tell me that sometimes I appear more mature than my actual age. If only they knew the truth.

Suddenly, a cheerful shout caught my attention as I directed my eyes in the source of the noise. My smile widened as I gazed fondly at one of my best friends.

"Mal-chan! Wait!"

The green-haired boy breathed heavily, clutching his knees as he finally reached me. I stopped walking, giving my friend time to catch his breath as I greeted him.

"Yo Mii-chan."

Midoriya Izuku looked up at me, having finally caught his breath.

"Jeez, why do you always walk so fast?"

I laughed a bit before replying,

"Sorry Mii-chan, this is my regular pace."

The future hero sighed before smiling.

"That's just like you Mal-chan. You'll make a great hero someday."

Flashing me a toothy grin, my friend complimented me sincerely. I didn't need any lie detecting quirks to know instantly that he meant every word he just said. I could feel my face heating up at the compliment. My brain was so frenzied that I could barely reply to his statement.

"Y-yeah."

Honestly, this kid looked up to me too much. I know that I saved him from a lion in the zoo but I didn't want him to worship me. I wanted to be Izuku's friend, not his idol. I didn't want him to see me as some great hero far out of his reach. I'm not All Might after all.

After Izuku recovered completely, we walked to school together, just as childhood friends should. I was really lucky to live near the kindergarden, and even luckier to walk the same way Izuku did to school.

Flashback

I was enjoying the zoo with my parents. Another normal day in my normal life, or so I thought. This was the day I met Midoriya Izuku, the hero that would surpass All Might.

My parents thought it would be a good idea to expose me to some animals so I could have a better sense of the world around me. They thought that it would be a fun experience for everyone in our little family of three. My mother and Father both adored animals for some strange reason I could not comprehend. We didn't have any pets and no one intended to get one either. Even so, my parents still loved animals.

As for me? I simply didn't care. Having a pet would be troublesome, as I would have to clean up after it, feed it, love it, and watch it die of old age. The last part was the most important reason. Maybe I could tolerate a pet in my life if it was well behaved, but there was no way in hell that I would open my heart up to a creature that would die after a few years. Mostly, I just didn't see the point. Maybe it was because I never had a pet in my previous life. However, it was probably because of how satisfied I was already. I had my parents, and they were all I needed. This was what I thought at the time.

My impassiveness towards animals meant that I could not enjoy the zoo as others would. As they excitedly gazed at the exotic creatures in wonder with those shiny glints of happiness in their eyes, I had a staring contest with an ape in an exhibit. My parents conversed amongst themselves about how amazing the animals were, almost forgetting my presence. This was fine, as I didn't want to fake a joyful face just so I could convince my parents that I liked the zoo.

"Look dear! Those baby apes are so cute!"

My mother was practically squealing at the adorableness of the baby apes while my eyes were still locked with the grown one at the front of the exhibit. My father in the meantime, was admiring the muscles of a male ape.

"Those muscles are certainly impressive. I wonder how hard he trained to get them."

I wanted to remind my father that apes did not "train", but I didn't want him to pick up on my impassiveness, so I ignored his statement.

Suddenly, the terrified scream of a young woman nearby alerted my whole family.

"L-Lion!"

I turned my head towards the direction of the scream and was welcomed with the most terrifying sight I had ever experienced. A male lion had somehow broken free from its cage and was currently eyeing the spectators around us hungrily. The fierce beast with a golden mane suddenly roared, it's emerald eyes shining with the primal urge to feed.

I was too shocked to do anything, simply staring at the lion with wide eyes. My mind went blank completely. My parents were the same, their pupils dilated in surprise. Most of the other spectators were also this way, seemingly frozen in time as the lion made its appearance.

The roar snapped everyone out of it. Some people wet themselves, others began to scream in terror. Children began to cry as the adults were too shocked to even comfort them.

My father reacts the quickest out of everyone in the room, positioning himself in front of my mother and me, arms spread wide. His determined eyes locked with the beast's own. In that moment, my father transformed into a true hero, uncaring about his own safety, only concerned about the livelihood of his loved ones. His old classmates in high school used to mock him for his dreams of becoming a hero. Ha! Only if they could see him now! Guarding his family with every ounce of strength he possesses! If that's not a hero then I don't know what is.

Suddenly, the lion broke eye contact with my father and instead glared at the person next to us. I noticed the boy who was enjoying the ape exhibit next to us. I have no idea how I didn't see him now that I have. After all, it's not everyday you meet someone who has green hair.

The child who wore an All Might T-shirt was shaking in his shoes, frozen in a state of absolute fear. My eyes were upon him in an instant, recognising him as the protagonist of the MHA franchise. He was standing in front of the exhibit all alone, staring at the lion with an expression of pure terror. I had no idea how this child who was younger than five years could separate himself from his parents and frankly, I didn't care. Rather, I didn't have the time to care as I noticed lion train its eyes on him, practically spewing killing intent.

The lion prepared to pounce, readying his back legs to propel himself forward. Seeing this, I immediately snapped out of my shock. There was only one thought running through my mind at the time.

"Do not let the protagonist die."

It was as if I was possessed. My body moved on its own before I could stop it. Leaping forward with the greatest amount of energy my legs could generate, I tackled Midoriya Izuku as the lion pounced at him.

The question I asked myself was how? How was I able to summon enough courage to save Izuku when even the adults around us pissed their pants? Was it because I was made to be a hero, instinctively saving any bystander in need? Was it because the boy appealed to me physically? Was it because I was suicidal and I wanted to die?

No, the answer was simple. There was only one reason that I, a NEET with no experience in any physical activity was able to save someone from certain death. It was simply because I was an otaku. I had read every chapter of the MHA manga and watched every episode of anime in the series. Therefore, I had grown attached to Izuku, and Bakugou, maybe even Shoto. It's silly, but I almost saw them as friends.

The lion's pounce was fruitless as I tackled Izuku out of the way. He roared in fury as his attacked missed. Readying itself for another attack, the lion set its sights on both of us this time.

I paled. There was no way I could dodge another attack. Fighting back would be virtually impossible. My tackle earlier was simply lucky. Had I leapt a millisecond later, then I would have been wounded by the pounce. I was also physically a four year old, so at this point I was already extremely exhausted.

I was on top of Izuku, pinning the terrified boy to the ground. He was too frightened to speak or even move. His entire body was shaking in fear, the sound of his teeth clattering clearly audible.

As the lion zoomed towards us, I racked my brains for any method I could use to get both Izuku and me to safety. The method simply did not exist. I could not compete with a lion's speed in my exhausted state. Izuku wouldn't be able to even move since he was pinned under me. To put it simply, we were screwed.

Closing my eyes, I waited for the end. Was this how my journey in the new world was going to end? If it was going to end, then I wanted to die to old age, or a powerful villain, or even to disease. But dying to a rampaging lion on my fourth year? That was too cruel wasn't it? What would my parents think? How sad would they be? Those were some of the questions that popped into my head in those moments.

However, after three more seconds of thinking, I noticed that I was not quite dead. Opening my eyes, I suddenly felt the urge to cry. I was saved after all.

The lion was completely immobilized by rags, long strands of grey cloth wrapping themselves around its limbs. The beast cried out in anger as it furiously lashed out at everything around it. The relieved words of a middle aged man caught my attention as I turned towards him.

Dressed in a business suit, the brown haired man breathed heavily with exhaustion. Both of his hands were held out, clenched into fists.

"It looks like I made it in time."

I later found out that the man was a pro hero named Ragmaster, someone who was visiting the zoo with his family in his free time. After hearing the screams of civilians in a nearby exhibit, he immediately rushed to confront the lion.

If this hero was not present, then I would have surely died.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I stood up from my position, no longer pinning Izuku to the ground. Smiling brightly at the boy, I bent down and lowered him a hand. Taking my hand, Izuku blushed adorably, his eyes never leaving my face. Knowing how shy Izuku was towards girls, I couldn't help chuckling a little, startling the boy before me. Noticing this, I quickly ask him,

"Are you ok?"

Izuku had to take several seconds to find his voice before answering. Even then, his voice was shaky and unstable.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

I simply smile at him again before turning to find my parents tackle me with hugs, tears dripping their faces. I gave a toothy grin, happy to be safe and sound again. However, this front quickly broke as tears began to gather at my eyelids, overflowing from my eyes in mere seconds. I broke into uncontrollable sobs while my body shook intensely. My parents quickly began to comfort me with their embraces and words, slowing the pace my body shook with.

During the events with the lion, I was too preoccupied with actions and thoughts of survival to think of anything else. Adrenaline flood my systems, keeping my body functional and giving me the tools I needed to stay alive. I barely thought about the effects of my actions at all.

However, after the stress faded, my mind was suddenly given the time to think about those very consequences. It sank in. I could have died. I could have been killed and forced to forfeit this wonderful life I had been given. Yes, I thought about this before when the tiger was about to kill me. However, I was forced to be hardened and strong then. How was I going to survive the brutal attack of a lion if I was a sobbing mess on the floor? It would only make sense if my body made sure that I was mentally stable during a confrontation that would likely claim my life.

However, now that the danger has passed, the mental barriers my subconsciousness cast in my mind were taken down, resulting me to break down. After all, I was just a normal twenty year old citizen stuck in the body of a four year old. You can't just expect me to shrug off a close encounter with death.

Later on, the animal was safely secured and the manager of the zoo apologized vehemently for his mistake. Both my family and Izuku's showered the hero Ragmaster with thanks, so much so that he was beginning to get annoyed. When I thought he would reach his breaking point, he suddenly regained control of himself and said a few simple words to us before he went home.

"It was nothing. I was just doing what all heros are supposed to do, saving people. No need to thank me for doing my job."

I could tell right away that this man was a true hero, not simply some playboy hungry for fame. He was one of the few good heros out there, and I sincerely hoped that he would stay alive when the hero killer comes.

Afterwords, I became fast friends with Izuku, a relationship supported by his parents, as I had saved his life. My parents were also extremely glad that I had finally found myself a friend.

Present Time

After I reached the kindergarden, I was welcomed with the sight Katsuki Bakugou, the future rival of my best friend. Izuku had introduced me to him when we were four, an experience that was not quite pleasant. Glaring at me with murderous eyes,

The four year old had asked me in the rudest way possible,

"Who the hell are you?"

Sighing inside my mind, I quickly destroyed the part of myself that would take offense at his words. This was Bakugou. Expecting him to be civilised was like expecting a cat to bark.

Extending a hand forward, I smiled compassionately towards him.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Kurokami Mal, Mii-chan's new friend. I assume that you're Katsuki Bakugou, the old friend he was talking about?"

The explosive kid viciously slapped my hand away, causing it to swell afterwards. I grimace in pain. This kid had impressive arm strength. His slap really hurt. Meeting my eyes with his, Bakugou shouted angrily at both me and Izuku.

"I don't want anything to do with you or your weirdo friends Deku! Knowing you, she's probably a weakling anyways!"

His glare intensified as Izuku jumped back in fright. I was more surprised than angry. I've heard Bakugou scream multiple times in the anime, but hearing it in real life was really different. I thought that the sheer volume of his voice could give Present Mic a run for his money. Turning his body around, the young Bakugou walked away from us with his hands in his pocket, not sparing either of us a second glance. I facepalmed in my head.

"Well, that could have gone better."

After several embarrassed apologies from Izuku for the poor manners of his friend, I went home to spend more time with my parents.

After that day, I barely associated myself with Bakugou, deciding to befriend him later on, maybe when he became more mature.

Idily spending time with Izuku and my parents, I enjoyed every single day like It was my last. I almost forgot about the explosive kid.

Yet I was reminded of his existence this day, as our eyes meet after I entered the school building. I simply gave him an impassive look, shielding my emotions. He glared angrily at me, clicking his tongue with fury. I had no idea what I did to piss him off so much, so I simply associated this with Bakugou being Bakugou.

The teacher arrived, signaling the start of class. I couldn't seem to pay attention to her lessons however, as I felt something strange in my gut. Everything simply felt wrong, an aura of negativity radiating from the world around me. I never had a bad premonition before so this was actually a first. It took me a while to even figure out what this feeling meant. Time seemed pass by quickly, minutes feeling like seconds and hours feeling like minutes.

To me, it wasn't long before class finished and I was dismissed to go home. Humming a tune while walking out of the school building, I suddenly realized that my premonition was right. I stop humming immediately as I watch, horrified as Bakugou and several other kids began to walk towards Izuku, their quirks activated, sadistic grin plastered on their faces.

Ok, I couldn't stand it anymore and changed the whole chapter to past tense

It might sound weird but I assure you it's better than the present tense version of the story