I wrote this story mainly for myself since it was driving me crazy and I needed to get it out. So here it is, out of my head and into yours. Hopefully, it'll treat you better than it has been treating me.

I have always loved OC reborn into another world fan-fiction stories on here, and wanted to try my hand at one. That being said, this story will be of the reincarnation variety, but my character won't be realizing that fact for a long time. So buckle up.

Forewarning, this story will be a SLOW BURN. Eraserhead doesn't make an appearance until chapter 9, and even then it's very brief. We'll start to have regular interactions with him starting in chapter 12. If that isn't your speed, consider this your chance to click the back button to find something else that will suit you better. You won't insult me by doing so. I put priority into encounters and building up relationships at a pace that I think is believable. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither should love. There will be fallbacks and slip ups, but the story and romance will move forward in a fashion that I think suits Aizawa's personality and doesn't make the story feel forced.

I should also mention that this story is woven with mental trauma, dark themes, swearing, and mature topics. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia characters and plot rightfully belong to Kohei Horikoshi. This story largely follows the anime.

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

My earliest memory was of darkness. The slow thrum of a heartbeat was a constant lullaby in my ears, singing me in and out of a sleep that threatened to cloud my mind into a strange serenity. I squirmed slightly, flexing my limbs only to find that I was severely constricted in a tight space. For how long I drifted in that darkness, I couldn't tell you. Time didn't seem to mean anything between my brief moments of consciousness. I was content to stay there. After all, despite the cramped conditions, it was peaceful and warm. Yet, that came to an end rather rudely. Suddenly my enclosure was gone and I was thrust violently into the light. Cold air rushed over my skin like a thousand needles biting into my flesh. The pain was too much and too sudden for me to handle. A high pitched wail escaped from somewhere, adding to my confusion and making my ears ring sharply with the forceful sound. Something told me the noise was coming from my own mouth, and immediately I forced my lips closed, settling into a whimper.

A soothing, grandmotherly voice called out to me from above and something soft passed around my body - wrapping me back up in a comforting warmth. The pain that had crossed my skin slowly left me, and tried as I might, I could not open my eyes. Sure, I was curious as to where I was, but sleep was a powerful lure. I felt myself give a mighty yawn, and with that the darkness took me once more.

My second memory was of a white space. Beams of sun rays cascaded through one of the open windows, and I could hear the songs of birds from outside. Various brightly colored toys lay scattered on the ground. It was then that I noticed that I wasn't alone. There were other children there with me. Some playing with the toys, others gnawing on them while leaving behind a trail of drool and spittle. I looked down at my hands, seeing the plush duckie that my chubby fists had a death grip on.

Huh, I always liked stuffed animals.

The thought came and went without much consideration as to where exactly it came from. Let's be honest here. There was no consideration to the sudden voice that had appeared in my head. For you see I was on a mission. The closed door was my target, and I so wanted out of that room to go exploring.

Using the stuffed duckie as support I gathered my legs under me, taking my tentative first steps towards the door. I had only managed a few steps before I stumbled and fell flat back onto my butt. Not one to be discouraged when untold treasures laid just beyond that door, I got back onto my feet, dragging the plush duckie behind me and staggered my way over to the target. The thought did not occur to me at that point that even if I had reached the door, how would I even reach the handle that towered far above my head. Not that it mattered anyways. The door whooshed open and a woman stepped into the room before closing the door softly behind her.

Freedom denied.

The woman scanned the room, doing a quick head count of all the children there. Yet, when her eyes got to me, her face grew into a mixture of surprise and excitement. She quickly knelt before me. Her sudden presence and closeness into my personal space startled me and I fell back to the ground. The woman was babbling excitedly about something, a smile etched clearly into her face. Yet, whatever she said I couldn't make any sense of it. It sounded like words, but nothing that sounded familiar to me. She continued to talk to me, her hands outstretched towards me while repeating a phrase over and over again, clearly expecting me to do something.

She wants me to walk again. Very well.

My body moved on its own until I stood before this strange woman, teetering back and forth on untested feet. I locked my arms around my plush duckie, tucking it securely to my chest as a protective shield. The woman clapped, a series of praises leaving her lips before a cry drew her attention to one of the other toddlers. She left me with a smile and pat on the head. I followed her movements as she tended to a baby boy with spiky black hair, bouncing him up and down in her arms in an attempt to quickly console him. Yet his cry had decisively shattered the peace in the room that had existed only moments before. One by one the shrieks and wails of crying children rang out all over - save one.

God, this is going to be so annoying.