So, pineapple on pizza is great.
Who knew?
(I DON'T OWN MY HERO ACCADEMIA/BOKU NO HERO ACCADEMIA!)
Ya' know I never got to see my dream through to the end.
One Piece never finished before my very eyes. That was my last fleeting thought as I hugged the cold, wet ground. London's weather was truly horrible at this time of year...
One dream. One wish.
And I couldn't even meet that. I cursed that blasted truck driver, I did not want to play with Truck-kun today, but unfortunately today Lady Luck wasn't looking in my direction.
Shit…
I didn't log in to my mobile games did I?
Blood was pouring out of me, but I wasn't paying attention to that. No, instead my eyes were focused on the large group gathering around me. Bunch of fools, all of them - Call an ambulance!
We don't have to pay for one here!
Oh well, at least I don't have to go to school anymore. But… that meant leaving my family behind. My friends. My crush, Elizabeth. That was sad - She must be crying right now at the devastating thought of my death. Well at least I caused her to feel something. Not bad, right truck-kun?
Maybe, just maybe I could wake up ten years in the past? Fix my life, making me a badass! Yeah, that sounds cool.
As I felt my soul leave my body, I suddenly started to fly towards the sun, leaving my body behind. "Goodbye world!" I yelled as I made a peace sign to the crowd. Heartless bastards… they should be crying! A seventeen year old boy just died in front of them, and instead they act as if it was a common occurrence.
Well either way, on May the tenth I was pronounced dead by an unfortunate truck accident - The standard way a isekai protagonist dies.
Right?
"Waa?!"
Huh.
Why was I seeing white - Oh wait, my eyes were adjusting. So this was Heaven… wonder if they allow us to read One Piece here.
Wait… what if I was in Hell?
"Omedetōgozaimasu soreha otokonokodesu!"
Well that answered neither of my questions - Wait, was that... Japanese?!
Nononononononononono-
"Arigatōgozaimashita."
My eyes opened to a blonde haired woman holding me, and a doctor and nurse behind her. This was my worst nightmare. At this rate I would never see One Piece end.
Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Nami and the rest of the Straw Hat pirates would finish before - Hey wait, I'm in Japan. That means that I can see One Piece end.
I felt a smile come into my face, turning the blond woman who had tears in her eyes as she looked at me.
"Watashi wa kare o nikumu." She said to me with a cold voice. Ah, a mother that's a tsundere. I never thought they could exist but that's nice to know. Don't worry mother, I'll melt that cold heart of yours!
"Kare no namae wa Sora." She said, pushing me away towards the doctors. They clearly were confused as they looked at me sadly. My smile never left however. Mother was just playing hard to get right?
The start of my great adventure.
I managed to take a sneak look at the mirror, and saw that I had light blue hair - Wait, no normal person is born with light blue hair!
Nonononononono - Wait, is that a lizard nurse coming to take me? Where the hell am I? Where are you taking me Lizard-chan?
My questions were answered as she laid me down in a room with dozens of other newly born babies. That was nice, at least I wouldn't be lonely until mother came to collect me.
She laid me down with a soft smile, kissing me in the forehead as she pulled three blankets over me. The cushion was comfy at least, but who knows how many babies slept on this bed before. I recoiled in disgust, trying to escape the hell in which I was in.
And that was when I saw it, or rather him. On the TV outside of this prison, I saw a man there. He was waving his arms like a mad man wearing a skin tight costume, but what made me scared was his eyes. They were sunken, like a generic mentor. Not to mention his long blond hair that looked like a rabbit of sorts.
A large, bright smile on his stupid face told me all to know about my new life.
I was reincarnated into the world of My Hero Academia.
Fuck.
Chapter 1
'That time I was reincarnated as a boy'
After taking my power nap, I soon realised that my new mother wasn't coming anytime soon. But that wasn't important, no what was important was the fact that I was in a fucking manga! Or was it an anime since it had colour and voices? Wait did that mean OST's were going to be played in important moments?
Wait… does that mean Izuku is here? Or Bakugou? What about Todoroki or Mineta? Holy shit, that meant I could have a Quirk! Wait… I don't want a Quirk.
That means Heroes exist!
… and so do villain's like All For One. Wait - I can get One For All! But then I'd endure months of training…
Fuck.
I tried to say it, but instead what came out was a gurgle of sorts mixed with a cry. And what was up with this tacky, light blue hair?! I looked like Gintoki's bastard child, only this time actually related.
I frowned, or as much as a baby could, before rolling around in my cot. The other babies around me were asleep, or just staring into the ceiling like a bunch of psychopaths. Why did they scare me so much?
Wait, I could get my rival here! Actually… on second thought, having a rival sounds exhausting. The constant need to one up each other - That would drive me to the point of assassination.
Oh well, might as well wait for my mother to come. Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.
She didn't show up.
At this point I thought she was just taking the piss, I mean come on I know childbirth is hard but seriously?! A week stuck in this dirty place, filled with people who shat themselves?
No thank you, I had standards.
Eventually the doctor came to me while I was practicing my Bankai release. He smiled softly at my antics, which only infuriated me even more. What Quirk did I have, was it cool? He said something to me, but I wasn't listening. Instead I was trying to form a Rasengan in my hands - Wasn't the person with the first Quirk born golden or something?
Where was mine?
The Doctor left me alone, probably going to get my mother for collection duty. Honestly, she should be fined at this point. I think I contracted something along with me losing brain cells - I mean how long could someone last like this without going mad?
Alas, she didn't come.
Instead, I was taken to some orphanage instead.
So far, I lost the one thing that I had when I was born. Maybe I should stick away from gambling in this life…
Anyway, and thus my quest for this journey began! Reject X Reject, looking for my deadbeat mother!
At least the orphanage lady in charge was nice.
It was officially my first birthday, which I came to know as the Tenth of May, also the same day I died in my previous life. That was a shocker, but hey my first birthday was alright.
The kids next to me sang songs to me In a language I did not know. For all anime taught me, Japanese was not one of the things which is a shame considering the amount of time I invested into it.
I sincerely doubt that if my first words were 'Teme' that they would treat me like a prodigy. Unfortunately, that was the only word I knew for now.
And thus my first birthday, eighteenth spiritually, ended with a villain attack wiping out most of the orphanage. Fitting for the luck I had. The villain rampaged downstairs as I did my best to ignore the screams.
Jeez, some people are trying to sleep!
Either way apparently I was the only one left alive when the Heroes eventually came. Some looked at me sadly, and I looked at them back confused.
Ah shit, I didn't get my presents did I?
Woop, woop!
It was my second birthday and this time I could walk! Another great thing was that my new orphanage was not attacked this time, instead my luck was actually pretty good this time round.
Although they gave men the nickname 'Akuma' instead of calling me by my real name. That was odd, very odd, since my real name was Sora…
Anyway, I at least learned how to communicate properly, or as much as a two year old could. Another bad thing was that I was born without a 'Gamer' system, which meant I was just a regular being - er, regular My Hero side character.
I still had no information about my Quirk yet, which was kinda bad. I didn't want to have the 'Deku' treatment.
I had a nice strawberry cake, and drank lots of chocolate milk. That was nice. Oh and I got an All Might plushie. Turns out I was in Musatafu, the city the rest of the people were going to go to for many reasons.
The main one being that UA was here.
That was annoying, I had hoped I was far, far, far away from all of that shenanigans like Deku and Bakugou. But nooooooooooo, I had to be right in the epicentre of it. The dumb older children were already playing hero, on my birthday nontheless!
How rude…
"Happy birthday to you Akuma-kun!" An older child snarled at me.
I threw a slice of cake in his direction.
I got shouted at.
This orphanage really sucks...
My fourth birthday was neat.
I got transferred from the orphanage to a couples house. They had a small girl my age, so that was cool.
My light blue/silver hair was getting wavier, and waiver the longer it grew. But I didn't allow them to cut it that much. I did not want to be bald, nor have short hair.
I don't think it would suit the look I was going for.
At least I learned how to speak properly. "Yo, mum when's food gonna be ready?" I asked my adopted mother.
She had light brown hair and blue eyes, with a nice Quirk that conveniently allowed her to change her appearance - Only her face though. Her name was Hinata, and she always treated me like her real son.
It was very nice, wholesome, and was a palette cleanser from that hell of an orphanage. I actually wasn't called nicknames, well not annoying ones, and I got lots of hugs! That was a plus, especially since she was… interesting.
"Almost ready sweetie - I can't believe you are four already! Such a big boy, aren't you?" She asked me. I nodded as hard as I could.
Technically I was turning twenty one, that was pretty big, right?
Unfortunately, my technicalities didn't mean anything in this life. For all intents and purposes, I was four.
So I did what any four year old would do, and drink some chocolate milk while watching TV. Miwa, my adopted sister sat next to me. She had bright orange hair and acted very shy around me, almost blushing.
Wait…
Nah, it's probably nothing. I focussed in the TV, watching All Might defeat another villain. My father, a stern long red haired man with some stubble, watched me curiously. His name was Gekko Yamazaki, which meant that my name was Sora Yamazaki.
"Does Sora want to be a hero?" He asked me, with a smile on his face. I quickly remembered my blonde haired biological mother, and thought back to the time where she called me 'Akuma'.
I frowned. "Dad, wasn't my name Akuma?" I asked him. I mean it was, that's what the previous two orphanages referred to me as, 'Oh dear Akuma is just exuding badass energy!' 'Akuma is so weird!' Or 'Akuma once again showing to us why he is the greatest!' 'Ha, look at Akuma, he has no friends!'
He coughed slightly, giving a look to my adopted mother. "Sora... Akuma means devil. Whoever called you that must have been making fun of you." He said as he ruffled my hair apologetically.
Ah, that made much more sense. The devil (Me) in hell (The second orphanage).
Curse you biological mother, Reject X Reject was out of hiatus for now!
April started and I was thrown into kindergarten. Well that's what they called it, but everyone knows it's proper name is nursery.
Miwa stuck to me like a glue, which I gladly accepted! I had achieved my first crew mate, and while she was no Zoro, she would do. So I walked around, asking people if they wanted to join my crew.
Unfortunately, the only ones that accepted were the boy who ate his boogers and the girl that had a lazy eye. Naturally, I disbanded the pirate crew right away - Miwa and I would be a duo!
As more and more people started to get Quirks, I inwardly cursed! Please, Please, Please just allow me to have one, no matter how shit it was. I didn't want to end up in a 'Deku' situation, as I was the most useful out of all these side characters. Apart from Miwa. She helped make cookies with our mother sometimes.
Miwa's Quirk suddenly appeared on her fourth birthday, a whole month before my birthday and was a pretty cool present. She could change the colour of her skin, making it flash through ten different colours in five seconds. She was a bit put out, but after I explained to her that being a hero was hard work and meant that she could die and was not very nice, she stopped being upset and hugged me.
Our father also brought me a new toy after that conversation. That was nice.
Eventually a month passed, and May the tenth went by with no news about my Quirk. I made sure not to ask for an All Might toy, or anything related to heroes. Instead I asked for something related to manga.
Great news was that it existed!
Bad news was that One Piece didn't exist. Instead we had the adventures of Allen B Naruto, joined by his friends Zolo and Orihime to find the fabled Dragon Piece that was left in several places around the world guarded by Soul Reapers and aliens.
Be prepared to read DragonPiece° Shippuden, the world's best selling manga!
It hurt my soul to see it in my room, and hey I still read on. It was like a train crash - I just couldn't look away!
"So, class, today we will be discussing our dreams for the future!" My energetic teacher said. She was very annoying as a teacher, always preaching about trying your hardest or something.
Not that I paid attention, if I did I would be heralded as a prodigy or something. And while I was cool in my own way, I much preferred being lazy instead of hardworking. And so, I chose the hidden prodigy path. However, it was quickly testing my patience, especially in mathematics.
If I had to learn the basic times tables again...
Plus it meant that I stayed with Miwa, who was constantly picked on due to her 'rubbish' Quirk. Of course, I wouldn't stand by and watch. Pick on Miwa, and you pick on me.
Bare in mind, not that I could do much. I still didn't have my Quirk, even at five years old. My parents didn't take me to a doctor yet as they said to them it didn't matter if I had one or not, I still had 'Yamazaki' as my family name.
"Sora-chan," The teacher asked me. "What would you like to be in the future?"
I muttered silently as the entire class turned to face me. Most of the class had picked something along the lines of being a pro-hero, and why wouldn't they? You fought bad guys and saved innocents, how cool right?
"The future…" I said. Inwardly I cursed myself, how was I supposed to know that I was going to get picked? I wasn't going to say a hero, as I wanted anything but that. It was too much effort, but so was practically every other job.
"I wish to go to sleep in the future." I replied eventually.
The entire class burst out laughing, Miwa next to me giggling quietly. That brought a small to me, seeing Miwa happy was always a plus. However, my teacher did not share the same sentiment.
She lectured me to take it more seriously, and forced me to stand up and walk in front of the class to apologise for not taking it seriously, before making me redo it once again. This time, I was prepared.
"I wish to be a mangaka and write the best series of all time!"
I was laughed at, yet again. Heartless bastards, go ahead laugh at my dream you good-for-nothing side characters!
Clouds.
I was looking at the clouds on a nice sunny day in June. Miwa was next to me, reading an interesting book on something. I genuinely couldn't remember, I had the attention span of a fly. However, she had a hidden drive to become a doctor, partly to help me become a hero once she realised how bad my drawings actually were.
"If I become a doctor, then I can help Sora-kun not get injured when he's a hero!" I remember her telling mother. It was neat, only apart from the fact that I wanted nothing to do with heroes.
I mean seriously, Class-1A, pshh! As if I wanted to hang around with those losers and fight scary villains! I mean, sure being a hero would be kinda cool. Get a ton of money, become famous, hang out with cool people, but that was all superficial. I didn't care about money, or fame. Being a hero meant saving people, but currently I wasn't in a world with people, right?
I was just in a world with characters from a story, no chance they were like me, an actual human. But then I looked at Miwa, she couldn't possibly be just a side character, right? I mean she has a dream, only humans had dreams. So then what was she...
I rolled over and glanced at the title she was reading. It was something to do with the human body, it helped that my adopted dad actually was a doctor.
We were now six, and my Quirk still had yet to show up. However, during the doctor's appointment it was shown in the X-ray that I was missing the bone that would have made me Quirkless, meaning I had a Quirk - It just hadn't appeared.
Oh well, no point in feeling sad now. I was just a late bloomer, or as my excuse went "My Quirk is so badass that it doesn't want to show itself because if it does it will beat everyone's!" It was a lie of course, considering I didn't know who my biological parents actually were, I had no clue as to what Quirk I would get, if I was lucky enough to get one in the first place.
Nonetheless, I got detention for that. Bloody teachers, always looking at the negatives and never the positives. Maybe they would get paid more if they did…
But hey, at least the clouds looked nice today! Wait, that one seems a little too close to us. "Hey Miwa," I called to the girl beside me. "Does that cloud look weird to you?" I said, pointing towards the cloud that seemed right on top of me. That... that was odd.
"Oh yes Sora-kun. It looks like it's right on top of you." She replied, closing her book and sitting up straight. "Oh… it is right on top of you."
Huh.
I sat up straight, and sure enough there was a cloud right on top of me. As I reached out to it, it felt solid, like something I could sit down on. I climbed it, despite Miwa's growing concerns. I was a big boy now, I could handle a little cloud right?
Wait… what was a cloud doing this close! On second thoughts, you weren't supposed to climb up clouds! Had my time spent around Quirks diluted my common sense?
As I leaned forwards, the cloud I was on suddenly zoomed towards a tree in front of me.
Miwa gasped as I head butted a tree, much to my surprise. "Ow," I shouted as I rubbed my head, while Miwa sprinted towards me and began taking a look at me to see if I was injured.
I guess I found my Quirk.
"Nimbus."
"Young man, I simply cannot allow you to name your Quirk-"
I interjected once again. This old fossil of a doctor wasn't getting it. It was my Quirk, and apparently I could control clouds and even change their shape. So I had the right to decide the name. After all, it was my Quirk.
"My Quirk's name is Nimbus."
Miwa giggled at my antics, her body flushing green for a second. My mother smiled at me, however I knew that smile. I was going to get an earful when we got home…
My head was bandaged, and on top of my wavy light blue/silver hair was my fathers hand, ruffling my hair. "Listen Doctor Kurosaki, can you please just allow my son to name his Quirk? He has been waiting for this moment for years."
Eventually, the doctor relented and my Quirk was called Nimbus.
My smile never left that day as I asked my father if I could ride back home on my cloud, however apparently that was illegal.
That was annoying, I was hoping to get extra sleep in the mornings but oh well. What the police don't know, doesn't hurt them.
School, I decided, was a waste of time.
Once I dropped my hidden prodigy act, they hailed me as a prodigy in mathematics, which frankly pissed me off. I wasn't just a genius, I was the genius! Honestly, if hero courses didn't exist I would probably be on my way to university or something crazy like that…
So here I was, in class eating my sweets. It had been nearly two years since I got my Quirk, making me eight years old.
Since then a lot of things have happened to me.
Firstly, I got a sugar addiction. While I liked sweets in my previous life, nothing and I mean nothing was as good as Japanese sweets. I'm honestly surprised I don't have diabetes yet, if not then at least before I'm twenty.
Secondly, everyone was pushing for me to become a Hero. I mean I had the grades, a cool Quirk… and that was it?
Thirdly, everyone was pushing for me to become a Hero - Wait, I already said that…
Okay well within two years, only two things really occurred to me. Apart from the fact that I made my school's football team, or Soccer as they called it here, my life was pretty boring. I hung out with Miwa in my free time, or read some manga that I'd never heard of before, or was playing games. I ignored the rest of these side characters, who had the cheek to act offended, as if they were going to add anything to the plot.
But, that was my life.
I also found out that Miwa was like me, adopted. Hinata and Gekko both couldn't have children, and so they adopted two. Miwa Hayate was her full name, according to her she was living with her father before the age of three when she was dumped by him in an orphanage. She decided to keep the name for some reason, and when asked she wouldn't tell me why, so I didn't look further into it.
Of course, being adopted meant that some of the kids were nasty towards us. I could handle it, these punks had nothing on me, especially when I was calling their mothers whores in Shakespearean English, but Miwa… Miwa was a sweet girl, she was always nice to everyone, and while she could be aggressive sometimes, it came from a place of love, she genuinely wished the best for everyone she met.
It led to the current situation, Miwa being ganged up by some students in our class. Some random side character, A I called him, was with B and F and were messing with her bag, playing piggie in the middle with it.
"Ha ha, Miwa has no parents, Miwa has no parents!" A mocked her, sometimes flicking her ear in between calling her childish names. It was silly, things that reminded me of what kids used to do in my previous life, but I had to remind myself that these were fakes. They weren't real humans, just characters, an idea that someone had thought up in my original world.
Usually, I'd tell them to scram. But not today.
I could clearly see Miwa crying in the middle as she told them to stop. And that made my blood boil. This was the constantly optimistic girl that I lived with, the girl that was constantly polite, the girl that loved heroes and wanted me to be one. The girl that wanted to be a doctor and help people, to help me.
I may have been reincarnated, and I may have been quite cold to the outside world. I mean they didn't matter, they weren't even shown in cannon, right? Who gives a shit about them? If I beat up some no-named punks, it's not like the timeline will shift so much that All For One will kill All Might, right?
My legs moved before I could think as I activated my Quirk, Nimbus appearing in front of me. "Oi, shitheads," I yelled to them. A, B and F turned around to face me with a sneer on their faces.
"Oh look, the other adopted kid comes to save the crying baby-" A didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as I jumped on my cloud, and leaped off it, kicking A right in the face, before proceeding to stamp on his head a little. Time to let my anger out on this no-named bastards. I mean what kinda prick really makes fun of the adopted kid? Not cool, not at all.
"Pathetic," I yelled. "Ganging up on someone, acting like pieces of trash, just your parents. Who cares if she's adopted, the fact that you do means that you are even more trash that you already are!"
B looked particularly mad at me as he rushed me, yet I didn't give him time to think as I transformed my Nimbus from a small cloud, to an oddly shaped baseball bat. It wasn't perfect, after all I hadn't gotten the form right, and the baseball bat cloud still felt a little light, but it did it's job as it smashed against B's face, a tooth being knocked out from his mouth making me grin.
I placed the cloud bat on my shoulder as I faced F, who was looking at me terrified. "Well? Scram already, and take these two losers away from my sight." F, gave a nervous nod as he ran away, not even looking at his comrades as he left them behind. Wow, F really was a coward. Ws that piss I detected in the air? My nose scrunched up in disgust as I saw the retreating figure of F, and allowed my bat to dissipate from thin air. Another benefit of my Quirk, as easily as I could create, or summon them, I could just as easily make my cloud creation disappear.
I sighed.
Miwa was on the floor, looking at me with a small smile. "See Sora-kun? You saved me, like a hero!" Her backpack was torn open, with her items scattered around the floor. Her lunch was stamped on repeatedly, and her apple juice was thrown all over her school uniform, making it stain a little. My face soured at the girl trying to shift the focus away from her, to my 'heroic' actions.
No way in hell was I going to allow this to happen!
This was more than a little teasing, this was straight bullying. And I felt ashamed for not stepping in sooner.
It was my fault, wasn't it?
After I got my flashy Quirk, and became heralded as a prodigy in maths, it was natural people would feel jealous. Some, choosing to piss me off, and that meant hurting my friends.
Hurting Miwa.
I helped to gather her items, throwing anything that was unusable in the bin. Luckily she had enough paper and pens to last the day, but she had no lunch or money to buy food from the cafeteria to eat. Not to mention, lunch time only had started ten minutes ago meaning that all the good foods that she liked were likely gone. She thanked me as I handed her bag back to her, stepping over A, who was knocked out cold from my previous kick.
"Here," I said, grabbing my lunch from my bag and giving it to her. "Have my lunch, I'm not hungry." Miwa tried to protest, but I wouldn't take no for an answer. "A doctor needs to study hard which means you need to have enough energy. Plus, I already ate a lot of sweets during class so I'm not hungry."
Miwa, the poor girl, had tears in her eyes as she thanked me. It got the point where she hugged me tightly, thanking me as her tears stained my clothes. Luckily, it was just a school uniform. I rubbed the back of my head as I replied "Hey now, you're a big girl. Plus, isn't this what heroes do?"
I wasn't a hero, far from it. I didn't want to save people, I was lazy and uninspired - Not to mention rude. But…
Maybe, just maybe, being a hero to cheer up Miwa wasn't so bad.
Maybe my new life can be better than it started out.
Maybe I could go from abandoned to a pro-hero and prove people wrong, make my adoptive parents and Miwa proud of me, and be proud of myself while doing so.
I-,
I wasn't being selfish was I?
A year.
It's been a year since I found a new goal in life. Miwa was both thrilled and motivated once she heard my desire to be a hero. Gekko and Hinata both cheered me on, despite both of them having their reservations and fears, they were happy to see me dream a little bit.
My school on the other hand, viewed me as a devil. Fitting for me previous nickname. Turns out the kids bullying Miwa had one of them related to a head of department at the school, making it hard for the kid to get punished fairly.
I was seen as disruptive to the populace and thereby removed from school for a month to rethink my actions, be disciplined and review my conduct regarding my Quirk. Naturally, I did none of that, not to mention did not understand their unclear instructions.
Miwa thankfully, was not in any trouble. The other two boys were also removed from the school, this time permanently for bullying, which was not tolerated apparently. My adoptive parents praised my actions, and tried threatening the school, yet they quickly dropped it when Miwa and I told them it was fine.
Once I got back to school, I had a stigma around me. "The Blue Haired Demon" they called me, I was "Dangerous, easy to anger and very violence-prone!" according to my classmates. I ignored them, and on occasion I started a fight or two. Not heroic, but I wasn't going to let some snot nosed brat talk to me in that way. I mean honestly, I wasn't a pushover.
Apart from Miwa, my social life got even worse.
Not that I cared. Miwa finally surrounded herself with a friendship group, a bunch of girls that were nice, even to me. While they tolerated me, that did not mean I hanged out with them, nor did I want to. But I was happy for the orange haired girl, she finally had people that didn't bully her, people that accepted her despite being 'adopted', as if it was some form of stigma.
And I...
I surrounded myself with practically no one, I didn't need to. If I were to get into UA, the best hero school in Japan, then I was going to have to study hard, both in academics and my Quirk. At some points it may have been lonely, after all seeing everyone have fun reminded me a little of my previous life, but once again they were characters. It's not like they knew what fun was, right?
Anyway, time went on, and my reputation became worse and worse. I did whatever I wanted, respected no one barring Miwa, Hinata and Gekko and got into a lot of fights. I didn't win all of them, but it was good practise on how to fight both with, or without my Quirk. Plus it got me used to fighting no-named losers. Eventually, I started being called a 'delinquent', something that angered me a little.
I wasn't drinking, or doing drugs, nothing like that. If anything I was a model student, that was picked on slightly by students and teachers alike, and I gav back what I received. Justice, right? While we were still in elementary school, being nine now meant that we were seriously thinking about our futures. Naturally, when looking at the list of schools I stayed clear of Aldera Junior High.
I did not want to meet Izuku, nor Bakugou. That is, if we were the same age…
The problem was that I had no clue what year 'Cannon' started in My Hero. Not only that, but Musatafu was a big place. The only thing I had was watching the UA sports festival, and even then with a bunch of random characters that I did not remember at all meant that I was still in the dark.
Either I was ahead of cannon, a little bit younger or the same age. But, that did not mean I wanted to make changes, no, making small changes now meant that my knowledge would be obsolete.
I would be a hero to make Miwa happy, which meant the cannon timeline had to occur for me to not only gain experience, but popularity and links to the big agencies. I also had to make it to Class-1A, if I indeed was the same age as Izuku and the rest of them. Working hard for a few years was very unappealing, I mean sure I would get a great body physique in return, but that meant working hard...
Academics I could do, but properly training my body? Playing football was enough for me, I enjoyed the sport greatly, both from my love of it in my past life and the fact I was playing it now as a hobby. It kept me fit, not at Izuku levels, but fit enough. That was good enough in my books, might as well worry about it once I get into UA. Speaking off, I had to stay clear from UA members.
Only problem was that I couldn't remember the class properly. Izuku, Bakugou were easy to remember. I had a few faces with no names, and a few names with no faces. And then the guy with the white and red hair... what was he called again? But that wasn't the problem, not, it was what would happen if I met them, and changed their perspectives, or ideals.
Me meeting them earlier than intended could change something unwillingly, and I could not even make it into 1A at all, or Izuku might not get One For All making it much more dangerous as a result. (Wasn't One For All meant to destroy All For One?)
And so I'd rather be alone for a little while rather than potentially cause my death, after all I was a genius wasn't I? That was the best course of action for the time being, it had to be.
But I had a deep, sinking feeling in my stomach. The fact that I was here, not to mention planning to go to 1A meant that I had already changed things drastically. The question is, by how much?
I had nothing, no guarantee that what I was doing was correct. And that made me terrified of the future. But that was a problem for future me, right now my main problems were what sweets to eat during lesson...
I finally figured out where I was in the timeline.
There I was, with my adoptive parents and Miwa checking out a random Junior High School on their open day as I saw a familiar batch of green hair and freckles. I observed him from far away, both him and his mother as they quickly left after getting the necessary information sheets.
However once Junior High started, and Izuku was not seen among my classmates, I smiled.
Everything was going according to plan.
I chose a decent Junior High near the Shizuoka Prefecture, it made me wake up a little earlier in the mornings, but since I took the train to school, it didn't ultimately matter. It was as far from Aldera as you could get. Luckily, Miwa and some of her friends joined me which made it much less lonely on the way there.
I was now twelve, which was crazy. Twelve years in my new life, or rather my life. It had been so long since I had seen 'home', I forgot what my family looked like. I forgot what I looked like, let alone names and what not.
Even now, my knowledge of cannon was diminishing, I was constantly getting things confused and or missing details as things did not add up. How did Izuku save that child again, wait what happened in between Stain and the camping trip?
I simply couldn't remember, which became a problem.
However, I didn't mind that much. Only four years left until I would be able to take the entrance exam, and while I wasn't training every day (Not at all), I was confident in my abilities to at least get into 1A. After all, all I needed to do was displace a student in 1A, not get the highest score.
But, that still required some training. Which meant changing the shapes of Nimbus, my Quirk. I started off small, changing the cloud into smaller clouds. Then from there to merge into a bat, or a sword. It wasn't perfect, I would never be able to make a perfect replica, it would always be a fake.
But who says a fake can't surpass the original?
My transformed cloud items still looked like an anime cloud but tinted heavily blue, but that made it sweeter! My hair was still medium length, and it didn't curl, but was a little wavy, which still made me look kinda awesome.
Honestly, who would get bored from anime hair?
Not me, that's who. Until I realised that with the blue hair, I stood out from everyone else, not to mention it looked tacky. I mean seriously, who has light blue, wavy hair? Me. And that was a problem. Practically everything I wore did not match, only because of the colour from my hair. How the hell did anime protagonists look cool while having different coloured hair?
It was impossible!
Now, people still avoided me like the plague. Not as much as in elementary, after all there were a lot of fresh people in my school, however some people did like to spread rumours. But I didn't mind, Miwa was still my friend. Though increasingly lately she had excuses as to why she didn't hang out with me more often, sometimes she had to do a group project, and other times she just already had different plans.
I couldn't help but feel like she was ignoring me on purpose, as if it was a consequence of my actions. I wasn't a very social person, and while I tolerated Miwa's fiends, I wasn't exactly nice to them. But I didn't pay it any attention, after all everything would be fixed once I got into UA, right?
Although, there was a familiar girl that sat next to me in English. She had headphone jacks for ears, but I simply couldn't put my finger on why she felt familiar…
Anyway, my status as a genius became more and more known. It started with Maths, but once I got back into the groove of English it was very, very easy. No accent whatsoever due to my past life, a skill which I was thankful that I did not forget.
Other subjects like history, politics and economics were also quite easy.
Naturally, everyone expected me to be a hero. Despite their many reservations on my personality traits, and my attitude which both the students and the teachers constantly reprimanded me on, there was a high chance I'd become a hero. I had the grades, a flashy Quirk that could be used in a variety of different situations and... That's it. Well, it was more than the rest of my classmates that wanted to be a hero.
They either had a bad Quirk, or bad grades, but usually it was a mix of both. They also used me as a punching bad, metaphorically that is, always throwing shade at me as if it was my fault they weren't good enough. But... I couldnt help but feel sorry for them. I know what it's like to have your dream crushed, but they couldn't be feeling the same way, right? It had to be something else, but I couldn't help but feel as if they were angry at me for living out there dream which was impossible for them.
It was surprisingly human.
But I had to constantly remind myself that these were characters, they couldn't be humans. If... if they were, then how could I call myself a hero after treating evryone like trash? No, I had to be right. No one sat me down to tell me about what I could do, what they wanted me to achieve, how proud they were of me. Not even Hinata and Gekko did so, which confused me to no end.
Did they just have no clue as to how to approach me? It would make sense considering in the pst few years they have been vocal about me speaking to other people, and to 'open up' some more, whatever that meant. But that was no excuse, after all to them I was just some kid. Why couldn't they have told me how proud they were of me? I constantly got in the top ten results during exams in my entire year, there were even some talks to move me up a grade but that went didn't come to fruition die to the law.
Apparently, students couldn't move up a grade because of the heroics course. They couldn't have some ten year old fighting villains, now could they? But still... I wished at least one person could have told me at least something. It felt like I was surrounded by characters who thought they were human, which meant either they were human, or I was going crazy.
It seemed like that was the case for everyone I knew.
Except from my club members.
"Boss?"
"Yeah Yamazaki-san?"
"I'm going to be a hero."
"A shame, you would make a brilliant midfielder."
"I know."
I laid down my phone, half annoyed. My team captain, a boy older than me by two years, simply could not understand my dream of being a hero. Not that I blamed him, at first glance I didn't look like hero material. According to him, I was a brilliant player that could go pro one day, something that made me extremely happy. Something that stood out to me in my previous life was my love for the sport, the love that allowed me not to play it professionally.
I 'wasn't good enough', despite working as hard as I could. I wasn't good enough to play for my team as a starter, wasn't good enough to be scouted for a team, I wasn't good enough to have the opportunity to finally play, so I eventually gave up. So why? Why was it in my second life that I was getting this opportunity? Why was it now my captain wanted me to play football, rather than quit the team so that they could get a better player.
Why did my captain remind me so much of a human? A real one, not just a character. With emotions, dreams and hopes. Someone who felt sadness, disappointment in me. It was infuriating, and almost made me quit the football club many, many times.
However, the football club was a blessing in disguise. I constantly had training for it which helped keep my body fit, my endurance and stamina being a good enough level to last full games of ninety minutes.
That equated to me being able to fight for much longer, use my Quirk better etc. It wasn't specialised training, but it would be good enough. And since I loved football, or as they still kept calling it, Soccer, it meant that it was good for me.
Yet, despite how much fun I had playing the beautiful game, it was not something I would take to the next level. Something that infuriated my captain to no end. I had the passion for it, the drive and the talent.
My odds of going professional were higher than most, especially in Japan. Yet, I chose not to care when scouts came to me, I chose not to do anything regarding my career apart from simply say 'I want to be a hero'.
And that made my captain kind of cold towards me, same with the rest of the teams. We were never best of friends, but the relationship between us was definitely colder than before.
But I had to step on a few toes if I wanted to continue, if I wanted to be a hero.
It was a cutthroat world, and I wasn't the exception.
Thirteen reasons why I hated school.
One, people thought that birthday beats were a good idea.
Two, please see one.
See, naturally with my high academic scores and okay sports career in Junior High, not to mention cool as shit Quirk and my tacky hair (Something that people actually were jealous of), people thought that they were better than me. That they had a better Quirk, a better chance of being a hero.
Of course I laughed in their face.
I mean, who wouldn't?
Apart from Miwa, these fuckers weren't even third rate they were fourth - Scratch that, they weren't even that. Cocky arrogant bastards thought they were so cool: News Flash! I don't remember any of you in cannon, so have fun with that ya' bastards.
That was what I would say, if I wasn't having second thought about my treatment of others. I realised lately that people got into fights with each other, that they hurt each others feelings. Characters... they couldn't do that. These... they had dreams, aspirations that they couldn't achieve and they acted heartbroken. No, they were heartbroken.
The teachers kept calling me a delinquent for some odd reason, I mean yeah I got into fights, but I got good grades and attended every lesson on time. Compared to some of these people, wasn't I better than them by far? Even now, I changed my attitude a but and started to be more polite and show some respect, which caused a few heads to turn, and for Miwa to smile again when she saw me.
It was a nice feeling.
But not everyone looked at my small changes positively, and it didn't make everyone change the way they acted towards me. Which currently led to the situation I was in, some students thinking it would be a good idea to give me birthday beats, to "Put me in my place". Four tried to take me on. I beat all of them, although I sustained heavy injuries.
A black eye, bruises and a fractured finger. Not bad for my fourteenth birthday.
Not bad at all.
However, a fight like that garnered attention from both the students and the teachers alike. Fortunately, the one that took me away was my homeroom teacher, Shirou Fujiwara, or as I, and everyone else called him, "Fujiwara-Sensei."
"Yamzaki-san," My homeroom teacher greeted with a sad smile. "Why do you make my job more difficult?" I gave a grin as I cheekily replied "To make sure you are earning every single yen of your paycheck sensei."
He sighed as he took off his glasses. Shirou Fujiwara was a young man in his early thirties. He was a little tall and very boney and he wore glasses to make him look more mature because of his baby-like face, but he was a good teacher, constantly pushing for me to be better. No, pushing for everyone, regardless on whether he taught them or not to be better.
"Yamazaki-san, I understand you were attacked. What I cannot understand however, is why you simply didn't run?" He asked me.
I blinked.
And then I blinked again. Was he for real?
"You have an incredible Quirk, you can sustain a cloud and practically ride it. Why not run, choose peace instead of conflict?" He lectured me. I snorted as I replied "What does running do?"
"You fighting them is going to make them want to beat you even more. They are going to get even more friends involved. That's the cycle you perpetuate, and if you want to be a hero like you say you do, why act in this conduct?"
I sighed.
"Sensei, with all due respect, they couldn't care less if I ran or not. I mean, I'd gladly fight them outside of school, I'm only choosing not to as a sign of respect to the pedestrians in the street, and those that live nearby." I said.
Fujiwara gave a long sigh as he handed me a sheet of paper. "You could Yamazaki, you could be a great hero. I would like you to become a great hero, yet you act as if we aren't the ones you understand. You act as if we are beneath you in some unseen way, maybe you should stop being so arrogant and listen for once. You might miss opportunities if you don't."
Sure enough, on the sheet of paper was an information sheet about a trip, addressed to my carers. Apparently the school selected me to represent them and have a one week work experience placement at the Endeavor agency, not as a hero mind you, for the business side of things.
"The higher ups here didn't think you would be good for this. Despite your stellar grades, your attitude and behaviour nearly made you miss out on this opportunity. I had to fight tooth and nail for you to keep your place in this, not to mention call on your recent changes." My teacher explained.
"I would like you to attend this, if you are serious about being a hero. Even if it doesn't deal with the hero side of things, it's invaluable and is worth it in the long run."
I clutched the paper in my hands as I asked "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you fight for me?" I asked.
My teacher smiled a little as he replied "Because I believe in you. As a teacher it's my duty to help guide the next generation to greatness, whether they want to reach it or not. And I see greatness in you Yamazaki-san. I see a young man that can achieve great things if he cleans up."
"You know, if you tried a little harder in class you could achieve great things. You may not be a prodigy, or knowledgeable enough to take your exams early but you are a bright pupil. " I remembered a voice
"I believe Yamazaki-san, that you will do great in the future."
"I believe that you can get to a top university in the future." The voice said once again.
I sat there in silence as I softly smiled. Fujiwara… he reminded me of a teacher. In my previous life, a woman that always pushed for me even when I didn't want to push no more.
She saw - No, both she and Fujiwara see my potential. It's why they believe, why they still believed. These people weren't just side characters, they…
They reminded me of my old life.
Pride.
Greed.
They felt these things, just like me. And here I thought I was better then them, when the entire time I was nothing. I was a fool. Clinging to the belief of my superiority when I was afraid the entire time, afraid that I was in a world with actual people that felt these things. What I was feeling recently, it was guilt. Guilt that I didn't realise sooner, guilt that I didn't act sooner.
The orphanage, my biological mother.
They were right, I was a devil.
"Sensei… I-,"
He placed a hand on my shoulder as he cut me off. "It's okay Yamazaki-san. Just try your hardest, okay? As your teacher, that's all I want."
I nodded as tears pricked my eyes. The entire time it was my fault, I acted like a bully didn't I? I thought I was better than everyone due to my knowledge. Because I came from another world, and these peole came from a story. But it wasn't as simple as that, it never was. I was blind. No, I chose not to see, I mean who could relate to me? I was reincarnated into another world, alone.
I had no one, and I still have no one. But it was my fault. Hinata, Gekko, Miwa and countless others tried to reach out to me, yet I acted better then them because I had some past experience, as if I was the only real one there. What did I know?
I died at seventeen, with my whole life ahead of me.
What gave me the right to constitute what was a human, and what wasn't?
I felt ashamed of myself, how did Miwa stand me? Right… she didn't. No wonder she got friends, she couldn't stand me acting like that. The boy that would constantly save her, the one she looked up to acting like the very people that she dislikes.
A bully.
"Sensei, I'm sorry for my past actions." I said, wiping away my tears. "I'm going to try and be better, to be more of a hero." I admitted truthfully. No, I wasn't just going to change for the sake of changing, I was disgusted by myself. How could I act like this?
I knew what it was like have a dream not come true.
I knew what it was like to be bullied.
I knew what it was like to not be respected, to be thought of as lesser for no real reason because I lacked a talent, or wasn't a genius compared to other students.
So why? Why did I act like this? The answer I realised, was simple. I died, and after dying I was scared and alone. I didn't have a goal, and I still really didn't have a real goal. I was just a side character, I was the very thing I was afraid of. But that was okay, because I was also a human. And so were Miwa, Hinata, Gekko, my team captain, Fujiwara-Sensei, the students in all my classes, all my teachers.
They were all like me, and I was all like them. And this entire time I knew it, I was just afraid of admitting it in the beginning. I was the world's worst tsundere, wasn't I? But I still had the power. The power to change for myself. And I was a fool for not realising it sooner.
I looked at him, a small smile on my face as I said "I'm going to be the best student you ever had!" He grinned as he replied "I'm looking forward to it. Now please, go enjoy your birthday. And make sure to have your carers sign that slip, it's valuable you know!"
I nodded as I waved goodbye to my homeroom teacher, leaving his office with a bright smile on my face.
This was my start.
My journey.
Sora Yamazaki, the world's upcoming Hero!
Chapter 1: Done.
Reincarnation into MHA isn't really seen as much as I like, which is a shame. Reincarnation fics have a bad rep when I think they should be the most popular. I mean, sure most are trash, but they can be so much more.
After all, the reincarnation MC is a character first and foremost. They had a life, which I feel like should not be skipped over. And so Sora here learns that just because he has knowledge, it doesn't mean he's better than everyone.
While he doesn't have a real reason to be a hero, he does want to make Miwa happy. He wants to make his adoptive parents proud, and now his homeroom teacher, Fujiwara.
I hope to expand Sora with a few twists and turns, and overall make him grow into a hero. After all, heroes are made, not born.
And so, chapter one of Over the Top is complete!
Plus, who doesn't like actually cool teachers? Shout out to you people, really underrated but just know that I, and many others appreciate your work! Fujiwara is actually based of an old teacher of mine, always trying to make me a better student and now I'm thankful for him!
PS.
The Japanese in the beginning might be trash, so if anyone wants to help with it, I would much appreciate it. It's going to be the only piece of Japanese language in this fic, and is mostly used for humour as his mother just straight up does not want him and he does not understand.
Anyway's thanks for reading, I would love to see people's reactions to this!
Peace.
EDIT: After reading some reviews, and agreeing with them wholeheartedly I made some changes by adding to a few scenes, nearly 3k worth of words making Sora's realisation here at the end more believable, as it didn't just come out of no where, but he was feeling it for some time. Afterall he did die, and with no one to relate to or to speak about his feelings, he kept it all bottled up. He was afraid the entire time of admitting that he was truly dead, that he wasn't in his old world, that his new world really was with humans despite it being from a story he knows.
That was at least what I was trying to get at here, and maybe I didn't write it more clearer before, but this is a sort of redemption story of sorts for Sora. He is about as far as you can get from a hero, but he will grow into one. That's his journey, unlike Izuku who wants to mirror All Might's smile and save people, or Bakugou who want's to be like All Might and defeat all the villains, Sora isn't like that.
And that's okay. He'll get his motivation later on, his reason for being a hero. And he will make mistakes along the way. He was purposefully written as annoying, and flippant because well he died without experiencing life for the first time, let alone for the second time. You are NOT supposed to agree with the way he treats his classmates and teachers, and if you do then you require help.
But deep down I wanted to write Sora as a scared character that pushed everyone away, and maybe I failed at that. If you are on the fence about reading further, fair enough. I would ask you to read on, but if you seriously dislike Sora then that's fine. But I can guarantee then starting from chapter 2 he doesn't act like this, he has learnt one of his many lessons on the way of becoming a hero.
Again, I would like to thank you all for the support, and I'll always appreciate honest thoughts on this, and what I could do to improve it. But, if you are going to say that I put no effort into this, or that I don't care, it's only going to motivate me even more to make it as good as I possibly can.
So thank you all!