Yo. Due to this whole Coronavirus self quarantine going on, I've been watching My Hero Academia for a while now and reading a bunch of fanfiction and an idea popped up in my head: why not write my own?

Any feedback is appreciated.

'Thoughts'

I. Rebirth

There's not a lot I truly regret in my life. Sometimes I wish events played out differently so that the outcomes favored me. Oh well. I suppose there's nothing that can really be done now. You can only move on.

I didn't regret pushing that kid out of the way of the truck that should've stopped at the red light, when I was already on the ground and struggling to move and breathe. Not when I saw her mother holding her tightly and crying. Not when I felt an incomprehensible amount of pain and couldn't even yell out. Not when I finally stopped trying to breathe and instead close my eyes.

I could only hope that one act of good outweighed the many little ones of sin I've done.

'Forgive me all my trespasses and take me to your glory.'

I only regret not being able to smile as I died.

Confusion.

Those were the things I felt when I opened my eyes and saw two giants staring at me. One a woman, the other a man. A smile broke out on the man's face, and I felt two large hands lift me up.

"Hey, looks like the champ's awake!" The man said. I felt massive hands take hold of and lift me up, until the his face was parallel to my own.

"Where am I?" I said. "Who are you?" I tried to look at my surroundings, but stopped when all I could hear out of my mouth was unintelligible garble at an unusually higher pitched voice.

My mind comes to a realization. I moved my head around so I could take a quick look of the area around me. The wall to my left showed a cloud attached to a rainbow, with a blue background to resemble the sky. On a table were some stuffed animals. To my right, were miniature models of the planets (Pluto was included, thankfully).

It was a nursery. I was a baby. The giants weren't giants, but human-sized adults. I understood now.

Loss. Sadness. Fear.

That was what I felt when I realized the situation I was now in. How could this have happened? One moment I was walking in the street and the next-

Oh.

The recent events quickly made themselves known to my memory, as I remember now that I had died. Was this the afterlife? Is this my punishment for all the petty sins I've committed throughout my life? Is this my eternal reward?

But wait, a thought interrupted. Wasn't Hell believed to be a realm of torture, reserved for those who reject God's mercy? Last I checked, I was still a practicing Catholic. Were we wrong about this the entire time?

Reduced to a child seemed Hell enough at the moment. Yet I was in no pain, not in my body and not in my head. The man and woman looked to be kind. Only one answer remained.

Reincarnation. Were the Hindus right this whole time?

That was the one that made the most sense. Since I had to breathe, that meant I was alive once more. With this new chance I could-

I felt something liquid start to pool out in my underwear (diaper), and I remembered that babies have next to no control over their bodies. Especially my new one.

Damn it. I was a grown man (at least my mind was). I shouldn't have to deal with embarrassments like this. I started to cry, overwhelmed by what was currently happening to me.

Except my crying wasn't a conscious action.

I really would like to say that the next few years were a blur, and that I could barely recall, but unfortunately it wasn't like that.

At all.

Every single moment of pissing, shitting, and getting changed were all vivid and highly embarrassing.

Remaining a male was my only consolation. I really wanted time to fly by fast, but it felt so slow. I had to swallow my pride when I realized that I couldn't physically eat or get up to use the bathroom. Instead that duty went to my "parents." It was strange to consider them my new parents, as the memories of the ones I had were still very fresh. At least they were still American, otherwise I'd have even more of a bad time trying to get used to another culture after spending most of my first life in the Unites States.

Potty training seemed like a blessing from God after the horror that was having to shit and piss myself daily for 2 years.

Relearning how to speak was actually not that difficult, since tongue positioning is really all there was to it. I ended up figuring it out a few weeks after "waking up", but I was fairly sure speaking in full sentences for a baby that was less than two months old wouldn't be seen as a good thing by basically everyone else.

TIMESKIP

A prodigy.

That's what my parents, their friends, and preschool teacher called me. Of course, like the "good son" that I was, I always made a show of just how "smart" I was whenever I was asked to. On the outside, I smiled like I should be proud of how much I was ahead of all the children "my" age, but inside I wanted to cringe. I was basically smurfing in real life. I hated how everyone was so patronizing towards me, and I never missed the jealous looks my classmates would send me, but I paid them no mind.

Obviously, since being reincarnated as an adult into a child, I didn't make a lot of friends. The behavior of young children being so damn hyper and not understanding advanced concepts really bored me. Unfortunately, I didn't have a phone to occupy myself with, so I resorted to reading and very light exercise (as much as my body could handle) to pass the time. Of course, with my "advanced intellect", that lead to bullying, partly because I was a "nerd" and partly because I couldn't stand to be in the company of any other people younger than five.

I love children, I really do, and I've even wanted to have my own one day, but my God they were dumb. It didn't help that they can be so annoying, too.

Not their fault, though.

I would've considered the first years of my second life to be the most boring, if there wasn't the whole Quirk issue going on.

At first I thought I was being fucked with, but it was actually true. Most of the population suddenly had superpowers, and being a superhero was actually a government-paid profession. It was basically reverse Harry Potter.

As soon as I was able to get my hands on one of my parents' phones when they weren't busy, I would open up an incognito tab on the main browser app, and research all I could on Quirks.

Logically, I figured that it was the future, what with there being literally no mention of quirks in early 2020, but I didn't know how far into the future it was.

...A hundred-fifty years seemed kinda far. You'd think there be more technological advancements, what with several consumer companies such as Amazon still being a thing, but I guess with the whole Quirk phenomenon, it'd realistically stagnate.

Except the history I read wasn't all that good.

Realistically, with 80% of the world getting superpowers, crime would be a whole lot shittier, and it would lead to a lot of social unrest.

One crisis after another, you'd think that'd there'd be World War III by now, but I guess everyone knew what'd happen if shit ever went down like that. So it was just one "almost-war" after another before finally settling into peacetime.

I know my parents had quirks, at least. While their quirks were rather mundane compared to the ones all the Pro Heroes had, it helped them with their respective professions, so we lived reasonably well-off.

Except my own quirk was nothing like I thought it'd be.

During a vacation in New York City, I noticed that my shoes had almost come undone, and bent down to tie them, and if I had ended my business there, I would have been able to see my parents and catch up to them, but I noticed a penny facing right-side up. After all, there's no such thing as too much good luck.

Except when I looked up, my parents had blended into the crowd, with no trace of them to be seen.

Eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, I mad emy way forward past the people so I could rejoin them, but the longer I walked, the longer time had passed while stating lost.

If only I had a phone at this moment, then I wouldn't be having this problem.

Perhaps if I went to one of the nearby stores, then I could use one of their phones, and I could call one of my parents.

Destination set, I started to make my way towards-

A hand rested itself upon my head. The large size and the roughness of the person indicated that it was a male.

I turned to the man accosting me and put on my best "lost little kid" voice.

"Hello?" I asked. "C-can you help m-me find my mommy? I-I'm lost." It really wasn't that hard to put up an act, and due to my current age, there was no reason for anyone to question anything I do.

The man gave me a wide smile, though I could tell it was less than genuine. "Are you lost, kid?" I nodded. "Then why don't you stick with me and we can find her together?" As I was about to give my affirmation, I looked downwards and onto the left side of his jacket, where I noticed an oddly-shaped bulge.

Resembling that of a gun.

Oh hell no. Didn't have to deal with any child kidnappers in my last life and I have to do that now of all times?

"N-no thank you. I'm not supposed to t-talk to strangers." I said, but the man's grip only got stronger.

"Come on now, a kid like you's not supposed to be lost out here, now come on, let's go get you something to-"

I punched him in the groin and ran as fast as I could. I didn't care if I'd get even more lost, I just had to get away as fast and far away as I could.

I heard a loud yell and "Son of a bitch!" and kept running to the end of the street, where I then rounded the corner and just kept running until I had no breath. After stopping in a nearby alleyway to get some rest before looking for help, it was then I realized that I'd been caught up to.

"Gotcha now, you little shit. Ain't got nowhere to run now. Don't matter where, I'll always fuckin' find you."

What did he mean by that? I made several turns and ran a long distance. How could he have-

Shit. It must be his quirk. Maybe it uses smell by making physical contact, but considering the amount of crowds I ran into, it had to do with sight, since he could distinguish me from multiple people and walls.

The man stalked towards me, and I found myself backing up until I felt a wall hit my back, and after quickly turning around, I knew I was at a dead end.

'Hey, uh, God? You there? 'Cuz I could really use some help, and I really REALLY do not want to be here right now.

And at that moment, right as the interloper grabbed my shirt and with his left and made a fist with his right, I felt something pulse inside of me, and the world shifted to red.

"The hell?" The man said to himself, and while he was distracted with the change in surroundings, his grip lessened.

And that was the opening I needed. I kicked him between the legs and made a break for it.

"AH! Goddamn it!" I heard behind me, and I knew had to keep running. I had to get to safety, before he-

It was then I noticed the sounds assaulting my ears. I stopped running and looked around. There was nothing I could see, no sign of any other people than me, and yet the sounds persisted. The world looked the same, only everything had a red tint, but the most damning difference was the lack of people.

And the sounds. After focusing my hearing a bit, I started to make out that the sounds were actually whispers.

No. Not just whispers. Strange guttural sounds, as if whatever was there was trying to communicate with me.

I realized then and there that this was not something I should fuck with, and I was thoroughly creeped out. I needed to figure out what I was supposed to-oh shit.

In my haste to get away and the curiosity towards the sounds, my attention was occupied for long enough that I momentarily forgot there was someone chasing me, and now that I was once again in his line of sight, he ran at me full speed, with fury in his eyes. With the little time I had and pushing the fear away, I tried to remember the feeling of helplessness, of that strange feeling. Except it wasn't working, and now he's almost right up to me and I needed to get out of here now, damn it-

The same pulse that got me into this strange area, also got me out, and I quickly looked around to notice the masses of people and the lack of whispers, and walked into one of the crowds, intent on blending in.

I spared a glance to the sudden screams behind me and saw people running away from what looked to be a mutilated blob of flesh and fabric.

And I walked faster.

That's all for now folks!