Sooooo, hello. This is my first story I every wrote. I have been reading fanfiction for about 12 plus years and I though hey I wanna try my hand at that. Its the classic self insert story but with a twist! Which will show in later chapters and the end of this one. It should be pretty obvious from the name of the story but if not I'll explain that. The self insert is the character becoming Midoriya's quirk. First he might be nothing more than an imaginary friend but he will get more substance over time! Please leave a review as that shows me people are interested good or bad feedback is feedback and I want it!

From my computer to yours! Story Suggestion today is Why Am I On Fire by Yojimbra. Was one of the first Self Insert stories that I loved and made me want to try it myself.

HarveyJarvey

~why does fanfiction hate my line breaks~

I was twenty-six when I died.

It was a normal day I guess? It was a Wednesday so the store was open, I was the only worker but that was fine. We were a small store, we would buy pallets of returned goods and storage lockers and sell the still usable stuff. It wasn't very busy because of the size of the town but we did okay I guess. If anything it taught me how to tell junk from gems in the rough.

The day started like every other since I took over the store. Wake up to my bedroom, go downstairs. Get ready for the day. Paste on the toothbrush, razor on the neck. Shower. Grab a sports drink to take to the store and head out singing to the radio as I drive.

The town I grew up in was a logging town, forestry was a big thing in it. It was probably the only reason it is on maps of the good ol USA is because of the mill. Hundreds of thousands of pounds of wood coming in and out of it everyday. What did that mean to me? The back road I took to avoid all the traffic in the city tended to have a few logging trucks going up and down it everyday. Hell, even my parents were in the business. My father was a logger his whole life, even had a tree fall on him and had to get a metal plate installed into his head because of the damage. My mother and step dad hauled logs as part of a side business. They were big entrepreneur types, you name it in town and they probably had at least a finger in it. Some people would say that once you have wood in your genes you never leave the industry. I never wanted to be in it, I left the first chance I got to strike out in the wider world. Eventually though I did go back to run the family store but I did everything I could to stay away from the timber industry.

I wouldn't say I hated it, that isn't fair. Life though is very rarely fair. From earthquakes, tsunamis, fires, and tornadoes. Criminals of every shade and color would ruin your life to better their own. Some have good reasons while others don't? Who am I to judge how someone else lives their life?

That quote always stuck with me growing up. I was told so many times, you're going to be a logger kid cause wood is in your genes. High School mascot? The lumberjack. All the family is in the industry, you're just avoiding your own destiny so you're never going to be happy with your lot in life.

In the end though I guess they were right, driving to work one morning the semi truck with a full load of logs unhitched from its trailer spilling the logs down the street. I remember clearly the log punching through my windshield, smashing into my chest. Seven tons of timber smashing into a body going at about thirty miles per hour? I didn't have a chance in hell, my rib cage shattered on impact and a tiny town like that? Paramedics might get there in an hour or so.

You got wood in your genes, yes I did. Also in my bloodstream, heart and it mixed nicely with the shards of bone left in my chest. All in all, it wasn't the best life nor was it the worst. As my eyes fluttered closed for the final time, choking on my own blood all I wanted was not to die.

Thankfully waking up was much less painful.

~hidey ho I'm a linebreak cause I say so~

My eyes opened slowly, there was a bright light that was causing me a headache. Not really sure what was wrong to be honest, I guess I just felt a bit off. Normally I'm the type that lays in bed for ten to fifteen minutes just to get the crust out of my eyes and fully wake up. That didn't happen this time, sure my eyes fluttered a bit but once they were open not a speck of crust to get out.

I awoke in a bedroom. Now that wouldn't be that different than normal except I could instantly tell that it wasn't mine. It was a kids bedroom, that much was easy to tell. The walls were covered in posters of people in spandex and super hero outfits. I didn't really recognize any of them. I'm not a huge superhero fan but I know the basics. Spiderman, Batman, Ironman and every other hero with man or woman as part of their names.

The vast majority of them featured a blonde guy with blonde hair, two long "horns" of hair I guess, sticking out from the front of his head. That is an interesting style I guess? He looked like he bench pressed steel beams for a living with how many muscles he had. A giant smile on his face was the focal point of every poster, I guess I could see why kids would like him so much. There were symbols on all the posters that I couldn't read, was that kanji? Did I wake up in some Japanese kids' room or was this kid an otaku in the making? That I think was what really woke me up and made me focus on where the hell I was. I'll admit I panicked a bit, I instantly tried to stand when I finally realized why I felt off. I was laying on the floor, that was weird right? Could you imagine that situation? Bam! You wake up on the floor of some kids room with no idea how you got there? The police would be there in a minute to arrest the possible pedophile.

"No, no no no no." I whispered to myself quietly, slowly losing my mind trying to figure out what happened. How did I get here? Whose house was I in? Were the owners home? How the hell was I going to get out of this?

Movement from the bed in the room made me freeze like a deer in headlights. My head slowly turned to regard it. There was a small lump in the bed, it couldn't be bigger than a golden retriever but the ice in my blood made it feel like a wolf was calmly sleeping under the blankets, content in the knowledge I had no way out. I stared shocked at the bed trying to process what to do when it happened.

"I AM HERE! I AM HERE! I AM HERE!" The alarm clock on the nightstand started going off yelling its golden colored head off, clearly it was made from the same image as the posters on the wall. The big grinning face kind of clued me in there.

The bed started rustling before a green haired kid sat up from the bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes and turning off the alarm clock. He was a plain kid, and couldn't be older than five. Freckles and messy green hair were the big points I picked out in my panic. Cute kid if not a bit oblivious of his surroundings, considering there was an adult male standing in his room he hadn't noticed yet.

"Uh kid?" I tried saying to the boy. I needed to alert him to my presence before he noticed me. He could scream for all I know and then I wouldn't have a way out of this. If I could convince him I wasn't a threat I might have a way out of this. The kid was either deaf or was like me and took a bit to wake up. I was quickly proven wrong when he whipped the covers of him and crawled out of his bed with a smile on his face. He quickly went to his desk and turned on his computer, muttering something about checking the news.

"Kid?" I tried again edging closer to him, why could he not hear me?

"Izuku! Breakfast!" The shout echoed from out of the room, making me jump in place, my heart beating more than what should be healthy. Oh god his parents were home, of course they were. How was I going to explain this? I clutched my hands to my head starting to panic again.

The kid jerked around before calling out "Coming Mom!" The kid looked right at me and began walking closer. I raised my hands to try and stop the incoming shout, Oh god the kid's parents are in the next room waiting for him. What was I going to do? I was so screwed, the police were going to come and arrest me, I mean I was trespassing right? This was going to be the end of my life, and didn't that cause a shiver to go up my spine. My blood froze in my veins again. Oh god that's right, I was going to the store I remembered and then, what in the hell happened to me? I started to breath heavily, my hand rushed up to my chest to feel where I felt the log crushed me. I don't feel any pain. I whipped my head up to see the kid right in front of me. He was going to run into me, he was practically stepping on me already and not even slowing down. He walked right through me as if I wasn't even there. He opened the door of his room and ran out of it without a care in the world.

"What."