Disclaimer: I own My Hero Academia. In my dreams, that is. Outside of my wild fantasies, Kohei Horikoshi and Shueisha hold the rights of it.

Twist of Fate

Chapter 1

I wasn't sure what had happened to me. For starters, I still had a mind intact, yet it didn't feel that I possessed any physical body. As far as I'm concerned, I'm in a paradise, hell, or something resembling it.

Before that, I remember going to the military, since I was a NEET and needed an excuse to prove my worth to my family. As luck could have it, soon after, a war broke out between my country and our neighbor. Well, I didn't complain, since death in war was far more respectable than living an empty life like mine.

Not that I can really lay blame on anyone else, besides myself. I resented my friends, my life, and most importantly, the world itself. I was nobody. A nothing that was scummy and lazy. Yet, at the very least, I did something in war that won't bring shame to my family. Dying from a gun wound wasn't all that bad, as the other army instantly shot at me after I gave up. Probably a war crime, not that it matters or mattered that much in the grand scale of crime that is war.

I thought it was all over. However, the sight of wiggling purple lines and darkness vanished in a flash of light. This day, or rather this moment, as days didn't exist in this place, it all changed.

XxX

"Get up already, will you!" a little girl said, while giving me a gentle push to rouse me from my sleep.

I reluctantly opened my eyes, greeted by an overwhelming brim of sensations, despite the fact that it was pitch black in the room. Upon closer inspection, the girl before me possessed striking blue eyes, accentuated by unrealistically thick eyelashes and, for some odd reason, bold orange eyeliner. Her hair had an unusually vibrant shade of red, and it all was neatly gathered into a tightly pinned pigtail.

"Grrrr. You'll be late, brother!" she grumbled with increasing exasperation.

Her words finally registered, and I realized that I could understand everything she said. I honestly always had believed that if I were ever transported to another world like in some sort of Isekai, I wouldn't be able to understand the language. Yet here I was, conveniently comprehending every word.

"O-o-o," I stuttered, words coming from my mouth feeling unfamiliar and awkward on my tongue. My seemingly new little sister arched an eyebrow in response. With an air of impatience, she seized my arm and tugged me upright, her gaze holding a mixture of annoyance and confusion.

My balance betrayed me, and I tumbled to the floor. Her irritation seemed to dissolve into surprise and concern. "S-should I call mom? She hesitantly asked, her bewilderment evident in her voice, which was amplified by the loud sound of my fall.

"N-no," I finally mustered a response. "I'm… fine… I think." She released a sigh, and gave me an odd look, which I couldn't understand. Odd, as I always thought children to be straightforward and easy to decipher.

As I regained my footing, I caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby mirror. The reflection was… underwhelming, to say the least. It appeared that I wasn't significantly different than I was in my previous body. My eyes were a hue of hazel blue, complementing my pitch-black hair, which was spiked in all directions around my head. The only notable detail about my appearance was the presence of bangs that extended to my jawline, their tips adorned with a shade of dark red.

I'm very young, to be precise, I look like a teenager.. Scratch that, more like a pre-teen. Standing at just what seemed to be under 5 feet in height, I wondered if that might be considered tall in this place and time. My sister seemed so tiny even compared to me.

While my fingers and legs retained a slight numbness, an weird sense of naturalness accompanied my movements. It appeared that my body came with some pre-equipped instincts that were already regrained in my mind.

Slipping into a plain white shirt and basic blue jeans that I found on the floor once my sister left the room, I couldn't help but wonder where on Earth am I, and who exactly am i?

XxX

I was having breakfast with my new 'family.' I hesitate to call them family, but I can't think of another word for it. Somehow, they seemed even plainer than me. The mother had short brown hair, a pink t-shirt, and white pants, while the father had spiky dark blue hair and a black suit, probably getting ready for work.

The father put on his shoes, and as he walked through the door said, "Good luck in school, you two." Great, I still don't even know my name. I glanced at my sister who was in the midst of eating some sort of sushi-like thing. From the looks of my tidy, yet minimalistic room, the food and our appearances, it was clear as day that I was in some East Asian country.

"Are you feeling well, Yamato?" my new mother asked. With my sister previously addressed as "Haku," I realized that it was my name and mumbled a barely comprehensible sentence, "Y-yes. Of course I am, mother, I'm fine." Luckily, she just raised an eyebrow and didn't ask any further questions as she was busy cleaning the plates.

Despite not eating for what might've been centuries, or whatever years it took to get out of there, I wasn't hungry. I only ate so I wouldn't be asked any questions.

My redheaded sister kept giving me odd looks every now and then, but she finished eating far faster than me and went to her room. I guessed I must to do the same.

I never could've guessed I'd be back at school. Hopefully, it'll go better than how it went in my previous life. At that thought, I mentally retorted and went to my room.

Now that my mind was a bit clearer, as I entered my room I noticed multiple hero-themed posters on my walls. Whoever was here before me must have had an obsession with super heroes. Whoever was here before me. Wait, did I just kill a person? Well, maybe it was some sort of puppet thing that was here before, just so I could inhabit its body? Or I could've legitimately killed a person without their or my permission? Now that I think about it, why am I even here? Who put me in this place, anyway?

There were too many questions flooding my mind, and I knew it's unhealthy. It's better to focus on the matters at hand, like finding out my full name, what backpack I own, and whether I've somehow landed myself in an odd fantasy world. Surely, the being who brought me here didn't just return me to the normal world. I hope they didn't.

The only backpack I could find in my room was nearly as black as my hair, and I started inspecting it. As luck would have it, my language aligned with the language here. Luck, like for most Isekai protagonists, seemed to be on my side when it came to knowing the language. Really, what are the chances of that? Must be impossibly low.

Hikari Yamato was written in one of the notebooks. It rolled off my tongue rather nicely, if I had to be honest.

I didn't know when or where the school starts, but my sister didn't seem to be in a hurry, so I should have more than enough time. A black outfit was waiting for me in my locker, with a white t-shirt nearby. Surely, this must be it.

After what seemed like a few minutes, but was actually an hour, I managed to put on all of my clothes and started tying my shoes.

"Took you long enough," the redheaded girl said. She also wore a black uniform with a red tie-like thing around her neck. Another point for me for guessing the right uniform, though there was only one, so calling it an accomplishment is a vast exaggeration.

As we walked together, I noticed my sister's dark blue eyes brimming with light. I couldn't understand what it was then, but it looked almost heroic. We walked in silence, with occasional glances she gave me now and then that seemed like she had something to say, but she didn't. It was normal — I'm not who she thinks I am nor I know how he acted around her

XxX

Whatever world I thought I was in was wrong. I realized this upon entering the school gates instantly. It was filled with humans who looked like monsters, and monsters who looked like humans.

Part of me felt repulsed by a human having long fangs or one guy having 11 fingers on one hand. Every "person" I saw, I couldn't help but feel a slight disgust at their abnormalities.

I didn't notice, lost in my thoughts, when my sister started wiggling her right hand in front of my face. "Are you really feeling alright?" concern was evident in her voice. She seemed much nicer than I initially thought from the way she acted in our first interaction.

"Yes, I'm—" just as I was about to finish my sentence, she placed her left hand on my forehead, checking whether I had a fever. She sighed and looked down at the floor.

Then, to my surprise, it seemed like she was on the verge of tears. Before I could move closer to try and offer some comfort, she said, "I know it's tough… Quirkless or not, I don't care."

What?

What was that supposed to mean?

I was left utterly perplexed, but she headed off to the classroom. I followed her, thinking that I was in the same class as she was, before a slightly taller guy patted me on the shoulder.

"How're you doing after the news? Heard you didn't take it all that well, Yamato." The brown-haired boy asked.

I just gave him a confused look, but to him, it probably gave the wrong impression, and he motioned for me to come with him to the classroom while continuing to pat me in the back.

It all felt so surreal. It's as if I really went back in time to my school. The only difference is that I hardly knew anyone, and they all looked like they had deformed bodies, and I could swear that some had superpowers. Apparently, they truly did. Unlike me, I guess. I really did inherit my luck from my previous life.

Well, hopefully this 'Quirk theory' class would entertain me a bit. It at least sounds fun.

XxX

In what seemed like a single day, my expectations rose and then plummeted, even faster. I was nobody. Again.

A minority. One of the 10% who had no powers. Not that I could've used them all that much, since I didn't desire to be a hero all that much.

I'm a rather asocial person, feeling little compassion for others. That, or I was very narcissistic, and with such thoughts as mine I could certainly believe that instead of my other theory as to why I'm such a terrible person.

The path I was taking right now was the same as before going to school, but now it was teeming with people of all sorts. It was kinda odd that within a matter of a few hours, I got used to the anomalies of human physics and biology.

It seemed that my sister's classes ended sooner, or she just avoided me altogether as I didn't see her in sight when my classes ended. Not that I cared that much, as I remembered the way to my new home quite well.

With each step taken, it seemed as if the number of people was dwindling. Once I reached a point where I could see my house from afar, there were hardly any people nearby.

Then I heard a scream. Presumably, a little girl's.

An odd feeling engulfed me. A hopeless loser like me, someone who hardly ever helped anyone, and sometimes even bullied others weaker than me like a scummy person that I am, now wanted to help someone.

Maybe my miserable experience in the "Void" made me slightly more emotionally connected, but I doubted it. In any case, I headed towards the direction of the scream.

As I thought, it was a little girl. She was lying on the ground, beaten up by what seemed to be other kids. For some reason, all three of them had spiky black hair just like mine, and were about the same height as me.

"What the hell are you three doing?" I shouted, though my voice came out more squeaky and girly than intended, as it was my first time raising my voice in this body. The three of them, and the girl who could hardly pull herself up to look my way, were staring at me, expecting me to do something.

It was ridiculous. It was stupid. But in a way, that was my new and previous life.

I decided to try and help the blonde girl by confronting the three bullies. As I got close to one of them, I punched him right in the nose. A sucker punch wasn't something I had ever done, but I had hardly ever fought anyone except in friendly spars.

"Now you'll get it!" the tallest, who now had a bleeding nose from my punch, declared, and all three of them rushed toward me. My lack of control over the body didn't help.

I tried to dodge the first punch by moving to the right, but I lost control and fell down. What happened after that is a bit of a blur. I was hit. I was hit again. I was hit once more by their feet, and many more times that I couldn't count.

Blood poured from my mouth onto the floor. The punches wouldn't have done much to me in my 6'1" and 180-pound body, but I was a kid. The bullies left me in a puddle of blood, covered in bruises all over it. Afterward, they spat on my face, and all three of them left.

I thought I might die once again. I wasn't sure whether that was truly sad or not.

XxX

…

I opened my eyes, and was greeted by almost enough lights and colors to give me epilepsy.

"Thank God!" my brown-haired mother exclaimed as she hugged my body a bit too tightly for my liking. To her left was my father, looking concerned, and to her right was my sister, who... was crying.

Not dead, I guess. Though I did have some sort of tube on my mouth.

I didn't notice then, but as I was being hugged, the same blonde girl with glasses I saved was watching me from behind, along with a tall man with light brown hair. He also wore glasses that looked eerily similar to the girl's beside him.

"Thank you, Hikari!" the older man said as he stood up and bowed to me.

Turning left to them, I gave them both a look. The girl was bruised but had been patched up in some places. However, what caught all my attention was her wide smile and a tear rolling down.

"T-thank you!" the little girl also bowed.

It was odd. As weird as it sounded since I'm an adult in a kid's body, her smile brightened my day more than I could have expected, even though at that moment, a bright light from above was shining directly into my eyes.

"David Shield," the man introduced himself to me and then looked at his daughter, who quickly thereafter gave her name, Melissa.

As he continued talking, all I could hear were bits and pieces about science, heroes, and similar topics.

Honestly, I couldn't recall if I had ever done a truly heroic deed before. Sure, I fought in a war, but that was hardly the same as I didn't go on my own free will. All I did was sit in a few battles, in which I mostly stayed in trenches before getting sniped from afar in the head.

But now, I managed to do it. For no clear reason, I did it. I had nothing to gain from it. I'm not even sure why I did what I did. Maybe a part of me just wanted a fight, or rather, death. Or maybe I truly wanted to help someone. I'm not too sure yet.

"N-no problem," I managed to say with all the strength in my body after fifteen minutes of their official thanks before... going blank.

XxX

In a short amount of time, I was back at home, with my "parents"... proud of me. Not something I'd ever think I'd say in my life.

However, as I lay in bed, I couldn't shake off the good feeling the girl's smile left me with. Maybe doing heroic things would be sort of fun. But as sad as it is, I have virtually no chance of becoming a professional hero. But maybe…

With a sudden burst of something that I didn't know how to describe, maybe something like a burning flame that grew five times larger in a matter of second, I felt a strong motivation to do something.

I turned on the PC in a matter of seconds and began searching. Some strange forums were on my PC, and judging by the history, they had been visited quite recently. Perhaps the person whose body I now inhabited had a mental breakdown upon learning they didn't have a quirk. Maybe he himself died in some shape or form, and I ended up in their body because of that.

The forums had various topics I could click on, but the one that caught my attention the most was the one reserved for the quirkless.

What I thought would take a couple of minutes turned into an entire night of research on the topic. I learned many things, some more useless than others, like the fact that the first quirk manifested in China, but it still gave me insight. The number 1 hero was All Might, and the second one was Endeavor and so on. I also came across some people talking about overthrowing the system and such, but that wasn't my main concern right now.

There it was! "Ways to become a hero without a quirk" caught my interest. Surely, there had to be a way! That's what I thought, and it was proven wrong in a matter of seconds. It turns out that a professional hero must have a quirk.

However, everyone in the thread seemed to agree on one thing – a real hero doesn't need a quirk. All they need is the spirit to help others.

XxX

"Why do you keep doing it?" Haku asked me for what seemed like the millionth time. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I responded to her a bit more harshly than I thought I would.

"Training?" for some reason, she said it as if it wasn't obvious. Maybe the kid in my body never trained in his life. But here I was, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and other training exercises I found to be most useful for my age on the internet. I needed to be in peak physical form to do anything.

Two years had passed since my revival, and my body was now in far better shape. If I really wanted to, I could run a marathon and win against most folks, assuming they don't use quirks. But that was the main issue for my potential hero career.

The step of becoming a hero without a quirk was simple: I need to become strong. Then, I believe, I could actually start… practicing saving people. Surely, I could save someone from a burning building if I got strong enough.

But I couldn't just get that strong with my human body. I needed something else—technology on my side. Maybe I could be someone like Batman using various gadgets to fight crime. I hoped, at least.

Somehow, figuring this out was easier than I expected it to be when I first thought about using technology to enhance my strength. I was given Melissa's contact information, and from time to time, I wrote her a handful of messages. Not many, but enough to make us something resembling friends.

"Two... HUNDRED," I shouted as I finished my final push-up in our backyard. My sister just clapped her hands, for whatever reason.

As sweat poured from my head onto the ground, my sister asked, "Do you want to train... that way?" she asked me. I nodded.

The training she helped me with involved the use of her quirk. It was something that both of us agreed was quite disgusting, but holy hell was it effective. In layman's terms, she could control another person like a puppet, using invisible strings attached to her fingers. She could control up to ten people at a time, but it wasn't as effective when controlling that many.

"I-I'm starting," she informed me, raising both of her hands to her shoulder level. I knew what was coming. The strings were attached to me, and suddenly, my control over the body evaporated, but my mind still intact, and my sister took control of me,

It was almost as surreal as the time I spent in the void. Almost. My sister always made me do so many push-ups that I didn't know were possible. Then, pull-ups. Then, sit-ups. All of that multiple times more than I could do without feeling any pain. By pain, I mean the current pain I'd be feeling.

XxX

As I lay on my bed, I inwardly kept screaming, clutching my heart. Like every Friday when my sister agreed on using her quirk, I was in pure agony. My bones felt as if they were melting, and my heart seemed to be both still and racing at a pace that probably should have killed me instantly.

Part of me felt that all of this wasn't worth it, and that part was probably right. But I wanted—no, I needed—to be someone significant. Someone who could bring about change, someone who could save and help, not the selfish narcissistic loser I once was.

My parents weren't pleased with what I'd been doing for the past few years. They kept, and keep arguing with me. Not that I pay much attention to it, as they don't have anything to threaten me with. I care only about becoming strong. It's a selfish desire, I know, but I really don't care.

It's all or nothing. Or, at least, that's what I believe.

Tears flowed from my eyes, wetting my blanket as I heard a sound coming from my phone. The photo on the screen showed the same young girl I saved years ago.

"H-hello?" I managed to say, my voice weak. For some reason, the blonde girl seemed really excited as she started… squealing.

"You know what? I've done something great!" she exclaimed. It might have been annoying to my old self, but I was definitely less cynical now.

Finally, she got to her point. "Remember how you kept talking about becoming a hero?" she said, unknowingly rubbing salt in my wound, "I'm coming over in the next week or so! And you know what? Maybe I could start my technological experiments on you and create… Ummm… something like an android or stuff," she practically beamed at her words. And, if I had to be honest, I was starting to get excited myself.

"I'll be waiting," I said with a tone that hinted just a slight bit of excitement.

"See ya!" she continued, her voice continuing to beam with excitement. Well, I couldn't blame her. We hadn't met since she saw me lying in the hospital bed.

With little to do in a damaged body, I did what I usually did in this and my previous life: I delved into some sketchy forums and had a blast writing the most outlandish stuff. Not a great way to spend time, but since nothing mattered much to me besides training and becoming a hero, I could use a break to indulge in some less noble activities.

One peculiar user caught my eye. Apparently, a young girl named "The Bloody Princess," which seemed rather cheesy since she wrote on her profile that her quirk was related to blood.

What intrigued me was her post. Like many quirkless people in this corner of the internet, she despised the current quirk hierarchy and hero system. However, she wasn't quirkless. In fact, her quirk seemed very useful, as she could transform into another person using their blood—definitely has a possibility of becoming a pro hero.

"Interesting," I thought, starting to write the girl a couple of messages out of pure curiosity. To my surprise, I received a response in a matter of seconds. Though, despite having seen war, death, and almost dying once again, I was disturbed by what she wrote back.

I couldn't think of any good good title so this will have to do))

Anyways, Dendras out.