Warnings: Psychological Trauma (brutally honest), y, brief depression, merciless tickling, parental love, and even more existentialism than before! Also, 2 packages of guava paste were consumed in the making of this chapter. Two.

Disclaimer: I own nothin' 'xept my OC. 'Nuff said.

Edited as of 3-8-18

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Text Key:

Italics = Emphasized thoughts/text/dialogue

"Dialogue" = Japanese Dialogue (For organization purposes)

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Izuku, Oka-san, and I were headed towards the examination room. Izuku was seemed interested in where we were going, a stark difference to how he was acting in the waiting room, while I was cautious about what was going to happen.

For the first time in my life, other than the first short week of my infancy, I was about to be examined and taken care of by a complete stranger. Of course, it was expected that I would be squeamish about the experience. No person likes to be poked and prodded with plastic and metal instruments.

Once we reached the door, Oka-san gave the door a slight knock with her knuckles, unable to open the door herself due to obvious reasons, and a female nurse had opened the door for the three of us. The woman seemed to have a friendly disposition, her smile being quite genuine and her eyes gleaming with something resembling both excitement and determination. I could only assume that either this woman had just been hired, probably the cause of her happy demeanor, or she just genuinely enjoyed treating children.

I honestly hoped for the latter situation.

"Kon'nichiwa Midoriya-san, anata wa kyō kensa no tame ni 2-ri no yōji o kakaete imasu ka?" the nurse asked, her eyes directed at a clipboard that she was holding in her right elbow. It must have held our patient information or something akin to that.

Oka-san merely nodded and replied with something that resembled a confirmation to me. Although, I still had no idea what she was confirming.

The nurse relieved Oka-san of Izuku and I and put the both of us down on the examination table. It was surprisingly soft and cushy, nothing like the hard plastic tables that doctors used to use when I was alive. There was a crisp sheet of paper covering the table, making sure that the next patients would be safe from the spread of potential bacteria and disease. After a few attempts, I was finally able to sit up, the paper crunching and crinkling with each slight movement.

The nurse had moved back to the door in which we entered. She closed the door and then proceeded to start talking with Oka-san. It was most likely related to our medical history, diets, home-life, et cetera. I mostly drowned out the conversation and started to look around the room.

It was pretty standard for a pediatrician's office. There was the examination table, upon which we were seated, a couple of chairs for the parents and doctor, numerous shelves that held drugs behind a locked cabinet door, and a desk with multiple drawers. Nothing special by any means, not at all.

I glanced at Izuku, slightly curious about what he'd been getting up to ever since the abrupt end to his nap. At the moment, the little ball of energy, also referred to as my brother, was kicking his legs around, his eyes erratically moving from one object to another. All that pent up nap-energy must have finally been released, who would have thought.

And at the absolute worst time too, the strawberry on top of the grandiose cake. Energized or not, he was gonna have to sit there and be quiet little camper I was being.

Fortunately, he managed to keep quiet during the long conversation between the nurse and Oka-san. Maybe his imagination had taken over, or maybe he was simply entranced by the room, regardless of how uninteresting it was. Either way, the two adults finally stopped their bland palaver and the nurse approached the surprisingly comfy examination table.

Being conscious of our young, young age, the nurse instantly began to baby-talk the both of us. She was obviously trying to instigate a reaction from us, whether it be good or bad. Izuku was fair game, smiling and giggling at the newfound attention towards him. I, on the other hand, was completely unaffected, sitting calmly while the woman continued to speak to me in a hushed and lilting tone.

She pulled away from the uncomfortably close position, she had been only a foot away from our faces, slightly hurt by my nonchalant reaction. She quickly shrugged it off, perhaps for the sake of professionalism, and strolled over to the desk in the corner of the room. She pulled open one of the many drawers and removed a stethoscope from the container.

Almost naturally, I crossed my arms tightly, the two appendages tucked tightly against my clothed chest. A little voice, which was most likely my ever-so-helpful subconscious now that I think about it, whispered, "Brace for impact, Ichido." in my mind. Mental health? Check.

Although, I immediately understood what the voice meant when the nurse who was previously putting on her handy 'ol stethoscope suddenly materialized directly in front of my face. She slid the cold metal into underneath my infantile shirt, listening for a heartbeat. Once the woman was satisfied, indicated by the curt nod and removal of the cold material, she proceeded to lift the bottom of my shirt up and pull the article of clothing off my body. The cloth came off almost effortlessly, regardless of the two arms holding the shirt against my undeveloped body. The next movement was unanticipated. The female nurse tugged my diaper off, leaving me stark naked in the foreign room.

I was bare, unclothed, nude in front of a complete stranger. This was on a whole new level compared to being nude in front of Oka-san or my other 'new' family members.

It felt wrong in every way imaginable.

There were so many words I could use to describe what I was feeling at the moment, all of which were negative in every connotation. As a sixteen year old, any doctor or pediatrician would have asked before they did such a thing, being completely conscious of my feelings throughout the whole ordeal. As a baby, I wasn't expected to have an opinion. I felt violated by the action; as if a huge chunk of my maturity was suddenly stripped away and stomped on violently.

Gloved hands stroked my soft and supple infant skin, running along where my main arteries and veins would be, some located in more private places that I wouldn't want to be touched by a stranger's hands. I was petrified, disgusted.

I felt ashamed at my inability to detest this woman's actions, to express my utter horror.

By the time the woman had retracted her prying, gloved hands from my body, I was shaking violently, tears streaming down my face faster than I could produce them. My arms were reaching out towards Oka-san, the person who should be protecting me from touching hands. I even whimpered.

I felt pathetic for begging. In a way, it was my surrender. My surrender to the female nurse, who thought she was just doing her job and nothing else.

The surrender of my maturity to the world around me shook me to my core. Oka-san plucked me up almost instantly, squeezing me tightly against her neck.

All I could do was sob into her shoulders, drowning in my overwhelming thoughts of disgust.

I couldn't even turn around and watch my baby brother go through the same horrors that I had experienced. I knew he would be unaffected, that he wouldn't remember any of this.

He had everything that I wanted at the time, an escape. A way to forget.

I never wanted more than in that moment to have the innocence of a real infant.

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It took about thirty minutes to calm me down, involving a lot of back-rubbing and cooing on Oka-san's part. I was re-dressed and given a new diaper, an attempt to make me feel more comfortable.

I was distraught, slightly out of it as I was tentatively returned to the comfy table with the crinkly paper. I gently sniffed my nose and rubbed my eyes with clumsy fists to keep my face clear of anymore unwanted bodily fluids.

I had made the point absolutely evident: I refused to be touched in such a manner ever again, not without my own consent.

The female nurse looked apologetic, giving me a cautious ruffle of the hair to test the waters. I found myself being okay with the action, not nearly as violating as the event beforehand. The woman seemed a lot less fearful after I didn't protest, perhaps thinking that I had already forgotten the incident with my 'weak infantile memory'.

I could never forget this violation of my body, but I could forgive this woman. It was only her job, it wasn't her fault.

It was theirs. My fists clenched at the thought of that twisted deity, slapping me into a new body as if it wouldn't affect me at all.

As if I'd just somehow magically adjust to everything they were throwing at me. It was foolish of me to think I was used to a new life, a new world.

I had clearly proven myself wrong, reality had come back to slap me in the face. A teenager, basically an adult, could never blend into a world of infants. I lacked the naivety of a child, the imagination of a young mind. I could never get those things back, not now.

A dagger-like thought struck my mind. How long had I been trying to go back to this child-like state? Maybe...

Maybe I've been trying for longer than I've been here, trying longer than I've been born. Maybe that's all I've ever wanted, until now.

Man, I really fucked up.

The angry thoughts subsided, leaving me with nothing but self-pity. The body shaking tremors had stopped, my face etched with nothing but a feeling of serenity.

I felt the right arm of my shirt roll up, the skin getting rubbed with a napkin and some chemical solution. A small prick of a needle infiltrated my vein as its contents filled my bloodstream. I didn't feel much, but it wasn't too bad.

Not nearly as bad. The needle retreated from my body, leaving behind a small dot of crimson liquid. The nurse dabbed a cotton ball against the open flesh and promptly pressed a tiny band-aid onto the wound, sealing it away from the open air. Now it was up to my body to react to the vaccine, to create antibodies to identify the disease if I ever got it.

Not nearly as invasive. The two adults in the room looked slightly confused, not that I could blame them. I'm sure that anyone would be confused when a child reacts so harshly and over the top when they are touched, yet fails to react at all to a needle piercing their skin.

The nurse moved to the secure medical waste bin and tossed away the used tube and plunger, putting the needle tip inside a large plastic bin, probably for sterilization. She moved to the desk from earlier and pulled out another tube full of vaccine and attached a fresh needle to it. She proceeded to do the same thing to my brother.

He cried. He gave a normal reaction to the pain. He was flustered and teary-eyed when the woman finally pressed a band-aid onto his arm.

The woman retreated from the two of us, disposing of the needle and empty tube in the same fashion as she did to mine. She plucked the latex gloves off her hands, stuffing them inside the medical waste bin like the syringes. Finally, she moved back to the seat behind the desk and started questioning Oka-san once more, writing down something on her clipboard every so often.

I spaced out, staring at my own twiddling, clumsy thumbs. I sunk deeper and deeper into my reverie until a certain sentence pulled me back out.

"Don'na kosei?" the nurse suddenly asked. The woman continued, "Karera wa nani ka chōkō o misemashita ka?"

It was in that moment that I recognized one particular word in that sentence, a sentence that was asking something about both Izuku and me.

"Kosei". It meant 'Quirk' in English.

All of the weird shit that had been happening suddenly made sense. The fire-breathing, the spoon levitating, the weird appearances of those two kids... the clues had been building and building up for so long. It took only one word to finally send me over the edge.

Aeon, you bastard. They had fucked with my life.

They had reincarnated me into an anime, a manga. I was in My Hero Academia, a fucking show.

My head turned towards my brother, the realization messing with everything I thought I knew. The face, his hair, it all matched a particular character.

The little boy whom I had been living with for the last five months of my life, a boy I had thought to be my brother, was the protagonist, the one and only Izuku Midoriya.

Everything broke in that moment, my world shattered in that moment.

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I became unresponsive in the following months, unable to determine the reality of my situation any longer.

The realization had made me question my existence, whether or not the life I had been leading up to that point was a dream or not. For all I knew, I could have been in a coma that was caused by the car crash, stuck between life and death as doctors tried to awake me from my nightmarish slumber. I could have also been dead, living what could be a hallucination or world created by my twisted mind.

I was unable to tell whether or not the people around me were real or just illusions of my mind, baiting me into delving further and further into this phantasm.

I didn't know what to believe, each thought conflicted with one another, only furthering my confusion. The only thing I did was ignore my family, as I was sunken into a puddle of turmoil and distress. I couldn't bear to look at Izuku or my mother. Both of them existing seemed surreal to me; it was as if the both of them were in on some sick and revolting joke. A joke meant to tease and confuse me even more than I already was.

The only person in our home that I could trust was Otou-san, simply because he did not exist in the world I had known in my previous life. He was the only person I knew that seemed like his own person, not a character that someone had scribbled on a piece of paper.

He was real, I had pushed myself to believe that. He had to be real if he wasn't in the show or manga, he wasn't just a script being read.

Right?

Regardless of whether or not my reality really was the reality, I had gone back to a primal state of living. Each and every day since that incident for the entirety of two months, I would only eat, drink, bathe, and sleep. I'd pried myself from my brother, refusing to face my demons.

I was forced to make contact with Oka-san every day, but I would always feel numb around the woman. I was sure that she noticed my awkward behavior, but didn't voice any concerns about it in front of me. She probably talked to Otou-san about it at night, confused as to why I had suddenly cut myself off from the world.

Otou-san, the only person in the house that I had grown to believe in, became an integral part of my life. He would take care of me more often than Oka-san, finding that I was much more responsive when he was the one cradling me, shoving food in my mouth, and putting me to bed.

The person who was probably most affected by my sudden change in behavior was Izuku, my dear sibling. He was probably confused by my behavior, my sudden inability to face him and interact with him. The fact that he couldn't understand speech or the reason why I was ignoring him magnified the problem.

In an odd way, I had become just like an infant for that suffocating, stretched period of mental instability. I had become completely dependent on my two parents, more my father, to do everything for me. I had finally submitted to the lifestyle of a child, choosing to roam the field of doubt that had consumed my mind.

Fate had a peculiar way of working things out.

It was over this stretched period of time that I slowly began to accept my fate. I began to accept the idea that my life would be part of a long series of events that would lead to my 'brother' becoming the number one hero. I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to be involved in the process, however.

I began to accept the idea that my brother and everyone else that would be involved in my life wouldn't be real people, just characters who were imagined by a Japanese man who liked to draw out his ideas. Some of them would be stereotypes, and I began to accept that reality.

I began to sink deeper and deeper into the sea of doubts I had created, cementing my disbelief in the reality of this universe whilst also coming up with arrays upon arrays of new ideas that only furthered my uncertainty.

It was during one day, two months into my sudden change in behavior, that Oka-san and Otou-san did something completely unexpected. It was something that I now thank them for because if they hadn't acted, then I would have been depressed for far longer, maybe permanently.

Without them, I would have gone on to resent everyone I met in my life.

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I had been locked inside a room with Izuku.

Otou-san had pried me from the mashed up fruit that I was eating to drag me over to the nursery and plop me straight into my crib. Izuku followed suit, being dragged by Oka-san from the bathtub, and was placed in the crib with me.

The two adults promptly exchanged a few hurried words and walked out of the room, closing the door on the way out.

Thus, I was stuck with Izuku 'Protagonist' Midoriya in the tiny, overcrowded crib. Just fan-frickin-tastic.

A few awkward minutes passed, both of us just stared at the other, not sure what to do.

I was afraid to do anything, in fear that I would suddenly detonate the seemingly nuclear situation. Suddenly, Izuku moved and snatched me into a warm embrace.

The boy clutched onto me like I was his lifeline; as if he would die if he let go. I weakly returned the hug, still reluctant to grow attached to what I thought was a 'fake personality'.

When he finally pulled away from the hug, I was met with a watery-eyed expression. Izuku had noticed the treatment I was giving him, quite intelligent for a seven-month-old, and seemed to be shaken by my swift change in attitude. Oddly enough, he was almost exactly the same as his canonical character; a boy who would easily get hooked on the emotional issues of others.

I suppose his 'sister' wasn't excluded from the list. I reached out and held his hands reassuringly, trying to keep him from bursting into tears.

This was the moment when it finally came to me, in the form of laughter.

Izuku had started to giggle. I eventually followed suit, finding the laughter infectious and sickeningly enjoyable. The stupidly adorable giggling sounds, coming from both sides, unfortunately, finally ceased and a shocking thought finally presented itself.

I had been foolish, I had disconnected from the world for no good reason. The little boy in front of me was a living, breathing person, a character or not. Regardless of whether or not his destiny was set in stone, he was still a human being that deserved to be recognized as one.

I grabbed the little boy in front of me, encompassing him into an even tighter hug. The both of us were silent, the only sounds in the room being our constant breathing. Finally, Izuku returned the sentiment by squeezing back and rubbing my back with his free arm. It was bizarre how well we understood each other's emotions, especially when I was a 16-year-old fuck-up inside an infant's body while the other was a seven-month-old child who was destined to be the most powerful human being on the planet.

After the sentimental hug, I gave him an awkward smile which he was happy to return in the form of a toothy grin. We had made amends without a single word spoken, an act that would have been extremely difficult to pull off for any adult.

Now I just needed to get our parents back into the room. A sadistic smile crept onto my innocent baby-face, I knew the best way to get them in here.

I pounced onto my brother, pinning him to the floor of the crib. I pulled up both of my arms quicker than he could react and set to tickling the unlucky sibling right in the stomach. Almost instantaneous with the moment that my fingers made contact with the poor fellow's stomach, he burst into hysterical laughter which quickly turned into desperate wails for help, for an escape from the dreadful tickling.

As I had aimed for, Oka-san and Otou-san cracked open the door to see what the noise was about. As soon as they saw Izuku begging for release from the tickle-storm (you can never escape the tickle-storm), they came rushing in to pry me off the poor kiddo.

Oka-san pulled me off of Izuku, thus ending the vicious tickle-assault, while Otou-san grasped my poor sibling in his arms and gave him a hearty set of bounces, occasionally cooing at the child to get him out of his panicked state. As punishment, Oka-san also commenced the process of bouncing me, which she knew for a fact that I despised with my being.

After the horrible, horrible, bounces subsided, I gave her a pointed stare which only caused her to crack a cheeky smirk. I couldn't help but grin in return, finding the whole situation itself quite hilarious.

"Anata wa orokana on'nanoko, ichigodesu ka?" the woman chortled between words, her free hand covering half of her face. She then proceeded to kiss me on the cheek and blow a raspberry, causing me to snigger from the ticklish feeling. My arms tightened around my mother's shoulders, she seemed more human than ever to me.

I wanted to express my feelings, regardless of how it would damage my 'infant-image'.

"Yu–", I started, trying to form the word in the back of my throat. I knew I could speak, my vocal cords felt developed enough to make the sounds, but I had ceased to use them until now. Oka-san seemed to notice the sound I made and repositioned me so that we could see eye-to-eye. It had even caught Otou-san's attention, the man seemed to be swishing back and forth between Oka-san and I. I tried again, "Yu-ru sh... shh."

The phrase could barely be formed, I was lacking experience in speaking with this new body. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to hum the sounds out.

"Sā, anata wa sore o hachimitsu ni suru koto ga dekimasu," Otou-san egged on, encouraging me to keep speaking. He hummed, thinking that I would mimic the sound.

I already knew the words I wanted to say, I was just having a difficult time getting my body to agree. I tried again:

"Yuru... shii," I strained to finish the phrase, I was so close to delivering the message, "Yu.. rushi.. te"

Oka-san and Otou-san shared a look of amazement before looking at me expectantly, hoping that I would repeat myself.

"Yurushite," I said again, more confident of the words rolling off of my tongue.

"Yurushite," Oka-san repeated, pondering the words, "Watashitachi no akachan... Kanojo no saisho no kotoba!"

Before I knew it, I was being assaulted with kisses. Otou-san and Oka-san were haggling me with pecks on the cheek and ruffles of my short, dark hair.

The words I have spoken, "Yurushite", meant much more than my parents could comprehend. The words begged forgiveness of them, for my utter stupidity and unwillingness to accept the world around me.

It meant that I was sorry, to the highest degree possible.

In the midst of the hugs and kisses I was getting assailed with, I became ready to embrace this reality with open arms. I was ready to create a new life for myself, to create a new destiny. I was right when I had said that I could never be the same person as I was before, I wouldn't be.

I would create a new identity in a new world, with new people and new experiences to offer. I knew exactly what I wanted to be, given the knowledge that I had about this realm.

I knew that I wanted to be a person who would help others in their time of need, the person that would save lives without hesitation.

This is the story of how I became a great hero, one step at a time.

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Translations:

"Kon'nichiwa Midoriya-san, anata wa kyō kensa no tame ni 2-ri no yōji o kakaete imasu ka?" = "Hello Mrs. Midoriya, you have two infants for an examination today?"

"Don'na kosei?" = "Any Quirks?"

"Karera wa nani ka chōkō o misemashita ka?" = "Have they shown any signs?"

"Anata wa orokana on'nanoko, ichigodesu ka?" = "You're a silly little girl, aren't you Ichido?"

"Sā, anata wa sore o hachimitsu ni suru koto ga dekimasu." = "Come on, you can do it, honey."

"Watashitachi no akachan... Kanojo no saisho no kotoba!" = "Our babies... her first words!"

"Yurushite" means "I'm sorry" or "Please forgive me". The double-definition shows more meaning behind the statement by itself.