Ya' know pineapple is good on pizza.
But olives and prosciutto is still the best pizza combo you can order.
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. Blood was pouring out of every orfice in my body, or something along those lines.
I wasn't good at science.
But that wasn't the point.
I had 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. Somehow, at seventeen, I was dying the worst way possible.
All alone.
Shit…
I didn't log in to Bleach Brave Souls today, 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!
Not that it would do much anyways.
My arm was twisted in a weird direction, and I had no idea if it was tears or blood that was trailing down my cheeks. Nearly everyone huddled around me stared at me in shock, school had just ended as well.
There were a few younger years amongst them as well.
I felt bad for them as they couldn't help but stare at me on the ground. The truck driver had gotten out of his vehicle and was panicking rapidly, the man had turned purple as he gripped his phone tightly and called the ambulance for me.
Oh well, at least I don't have to go to school anymore. Even if I died, that was sort of a posivie. But… that meant leaving my family behind. My friends. Even if they hurt me and made me feel alone.
After all, in my last moments, I really did think about my life.
I was just a disappointment to my parents, I was hopelessly outmacthed by my older and younger sister. I acted like a bit of a cunt towards my friends, maybe I was too self-centred and arrogant while growing up.
Isn't it all my fault that I'm dying here alone.
Maybe, just maybe I could wake up ten years in the past? Fix my life, making me a badass! Yeah, that sounds cool. I'd always be the son my parents wanted, I'd be a better friend to those around me.
That was my real dream.
Well either way, on May the tenth I was pronounced dead by an unfortunate truck accident - The standard way someone might die. Maybe an isekai protagonist death, but there is no way my luck would be that bad.
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. Or at least view my family and friends living without me.
Wait… what if I was in Hell?
I felt panic at that as I tried to squirm around as much as I could, my eyes slowly getting adjusted to the light as I could finally see again. But what I saw shocked me to my very core.
"Omedetōgozaimasu soreha otokonokodesu!"
Well that answered neither of my questions of where I was-,
Wait, was that... Japanese?!
"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. I'd never see my family and friends again.
I'd never see my two sisters get married, I'd never experience Luffy becoming the Pirate King. I'd never be an uncle and introduce them to One Piece, I had never even had a girlfriend before.
I died without ever being in love.
…
I turned to the blonde haired women that held me rather loosely. Yet as I stared into her eyes, instead of a warm gold eyes of a happy mother who had just given birth, they were empty.
No they weren't empty.
Hatred.
She held utter contempt for me.
"Oni o unda." She said with a tone of voice that made me want to take a step back. The doctor certainly did so as he took pity on me with a sad look on his face that revealed everything about my future.
"Kare no namae wa Sora." She said, pushing me away towards the doctors. They clearly were confused as they looked at me sadly. But maybe I was wrong? I mean I didn't understand the language, so I was probably wrong.
Wouldn't this be the start of my next great adventure.
I managed to take a sneak look at the mirror as the nurses held me close and carried me out of the room, and saw that I had light blue hair - Wait, no normal person is born with light blue hair!
Hell it even looked silver.
Jus where the hell was I?!
That was when I looked at the nurse and nearly screamed on instinct. It was a… lizard? I had no idea what to call her, but she was a female human that had scales and looked like a lizard.
That was impossible.
Unless Japan had Kaiju impregnating their women, where the fuck was I?!
Lizard-chan, where are you taking me?
That was what I tried to say, but instead a mess of gurgled sounds came out that made the nurse smile as she played with my hands. My questions were eventually answered as she laid me down in a room with dozens of other newly born babies.
The nurse laid me down with a soft smile, kissing me on 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.
Or was this heaven?!
Where was I?
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.
The costume helped in identifying it as well.
I was reincarnated into the world of My Hero Academia.
Fuck.
Chapter 1
'That Time I was Reincarnated as a Hero'
After stopped crying and tried to calm down, I soon realised that my new mother wasn't coming anytime soon. Even thought I was bad at science, I knew that childbirth was hard. 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?
What was even weirder was that when I actually paid attention, everything was in a weird two-dimensional state of things but they were actually three-dimensional. I couldn't even begin to describe it, let alone comprehend it.
It looked like the manga or anime just… real.
Wait, does that mean Izuku is here? Or Bakugou? What about Todoroki or Mineta? Holy shit, that meant I could have a Quirk! Like a really cool Quirk! The ability to fly? Hell, maybe I could summon weapons or something?
That means Heroes exist!
Well obviously heroes exist when I just saw All Might on that TV. But what if I became one? A hero. That was probably some serious prestige, maybe I'd be able to make my new parents proud?
I would never be a disappointment again.
But then I'd fight villains.
Villains like All For One.
Fuck.
I tried to say it, but instead what came out was a gurgle of sorts mixed with a cry. I hated this. And what was up with this tacky, light blue hair?! I looked like Gintoki's bastard child, only this time actually related.
Sometimes I swear it looked like it was silver.
Just who's poor bastard child was I?!
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?
Maybe it was because while I was technically a baby, I was a seventeen year old boy as well. At the very least I was born again as a boy. That was better than suddenly switching genders and having to deal with the fallout of that.
I wonder what day it was?
Where was I in the timeline?
Where was I in general? I mean I knew I was in Japan, but where exactly? It's not like Japan was a small country, I could be born in Tokyo or Kyoto. Hokkaido or Sendai. Okinawa or Chiba.
Oh well, might as well wait for my mother to come. Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.
Yet 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?! I was bored out of my fucking mind and was starting to get a little restless.
Which was why I started to try and use my Quirk early.
If I had one, and I prayed to whatever God existed that I got one.
Eventually the doctor came to me while I was practicing my eventual Bankai release once I got my Quirk. He smiled softly at my antics, which only infuriated me even more. Is there no way to awaken a Quirk?
He said something to me, but I wasn't listening. Not like I could understand him anyway, since I couldn't speak Japanese. Or read it. Or write. Instead I was trying to form a Rasengan in my hands - Wasn't the person with the first Quirk born golden or something?
What if my Quirk was like that?
Maybe it was the cause of my light blue nearly silver hair?
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?
But she didn't come.
Instead I was whisked away to some orphanage just a few hours later
So far, I lost the one thing that I had when I was born. Did she abandon me? Did she die? I wondered just how shit my luck was in this world and thought to myself that maybe I should stick away from gambling in this life…
The fact was that whoever my mother was had left me alone without any answers. Just how the hell did I get transported into a manga anyway? I died. Unless reincarnation is possible now, why am I here?
And why did my biological mum leave me?!
Even if I got zero answers to those questions, 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 surprised me for a while, but eventually I got used to it. My previous birthday was the tenth of October, but I suppose that didn't matter anymore.
The kids at the orphanage sat next to me and 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. But the kids were nice as the laughed and joked around, even if they had no parents they had each other.
Friends.
I wanted to think about my old life even briefly, but I decided against it. I died. That's it. I have a new life to worry about, so who freakin' cares about the people in my old life. It felt weird saying that.
Almost like a piece of my soul was being twisted and eventually lost.
It was a cold thing to do, but it was necessary.
The past was the past.
There was a gulf between my past and myself, one that I could never cross. It was like a snowfield prevented me from thinking about it, or maybe I just didn't want to think about it. Either way, I ignored that pain I felt as I focused on my first birthday party.
There was a nice strawberry cake that was shared out between others, one that I sincerely wanted to try. But I was far too young to be eating cake which annoyed me somewhat. I tried to laugh when the kids all tried to impress me with their belongings.
There was a boy, who's name I think was Hekima, who showed me a manga with particularly violent action scenes. He got in trouble for showing me a panel were the main character has his arm ripped off, but I liked him for showing it to me.
Honestly, it wasn't a bad place overall.
And the matron in charge of this place was a genuinely good person. She handled all ten of us with a smile on her face and was always patient when dealing with us. Especially me since I was the youngest and a baby.
But I liked it here.
Even if they were side characters, or even background characters. I had no idea who they were or what they were doing in the manga, but they felt real. But once again, I had to remind myself that I was in a manga.
Bang.
I woke up to loud noises and screams coming from downstairs. I wanted to see what was going on as I tried to stand from my cot and walk over to the living room, but it was impossible.
I tried to sigh, but that didn't work either.
As the noise died down, the orphange became eerily silent as I waited for someone open the door and check up on me. Maybe not the matron, but one of the kids? What was his name… Hekima?
I was trying to pick up the language but I don't think I was doing a good job at it.
Still all I knew was that it was Hekima's birthday soon. I wanted to at least try and say happy birthday to the boy, even if it was jumbled and from a kid. But when the door to my room opened, I wasn't expecting to see a police officer with a heavy look plastered across his face.
Where was Hekima?
Where was the matron?
As the police officer scooped me up from the cot, he used his phone to call what I presume was his partner. But from the position on his shoulders, I could finally see outside the window.
Nine police cars and even a few heroes.
All with grim expressions on their faces.
The hell was going on?!
And that was when I turned my head and could see what was only a small part of the living room. It felt like I was going to vomit as I saw the matron's head severed from her body, Hekima's arm torn from his body like the manga he showed me once.
They were…
Dead.
I was moved to another orphanage, this time further away.
From what I gathered, I was born and raised in the city. But this second orphanage was in the countryside in some small town somewhere in the Shizouka Prefecture. The incident where I was the last reminaing child alive in my orphanage was promptly swept under the rug.
The police couldn't find the villain who did it and the heroes weren't bothered to chase after them. It made me angry. Hekima, the matron and everyone else were murdered! How could they just accept that?!
Slowly, a frown started to appear on my face more and more often.
Even as I reached my second birthday, I was able to finally walk and talk for a little bit. I was slowly learning to understand the language more and more as I practiced speaking, reading and writing.
Although the kids in the orphanage the nickname 'Akuma' instead of calling me by my real name. That was odd, very odd, since my real name was Sora. I tried asking around, but no one gave me an answer.
Not even the matron who refused to look at my eyes and was always brisque with me.
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 once again, and drank lots of chocolate milk. That was nice. Oh and I got an All Might plushie. It was cheaply made, and the matron didn't care that I didn't like it.
It's not like I threw a fit like the other children did when they didn't get their way, but compared to the previous matron I could tell that I wasn't liked.
"Happy birthday to you Akuma-kun!" An older child snarled at me, taking my present and throwing it on the floor. It was my third birthday, and I had been here for close to two years now. But as I grew older, the treatment grew worse and worse.
"Fuck off." I replied angrily.
How dare this bastard think he can bully me?! Just who the fuck does he think he is?! I'll show him! I'll show them all!
I got shouted at by the matron, but I also told her to fuck off.
Lately, it seemed like my face was permanently frowning.
This orphanage really sucks...
"We want to adopt a child."
I stared at the couple from the staircase. While everyone out in school, I was the only kid left behind. The matron left me to my devices, not because I was independent but because she didn't really care what happened to me.
It was a bitter pill to swallow that someone would treat a child like that.
But oh well, it didn't hurt. Spiritually I was twenty now, or was it mentally? Either way, seventeen years in my previous life plus three years from my current life made twenty years in total.
"Ah, well most of the kids are at school right now-"
"What about him?" The male asked as he pointed at me.
"Him? Uh. I assure you while Aku-, Sora is a fine child, but there are better picks."
"How old is he?" The woman asked.
"Three."
The couple shared a look before a matching grin appeared on their faces.
"Perfect. He seems like a well behaved child, so we would like to adopt him."
Huh?
Why me?!
My fourth birthday was neat.
I got transferred from the orphanage to a couples house rather quickly. I got the impression that the matron wanted to get rid of me as quick as possible, but she can suck it.
Now I don't have to deal with her shitty cooking.
The couple had a small girl my age, so that was cool.
My light blue and sometimes 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 eye colour though.
Her name was Hinata Yamazaki, and she 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!
"Almost ready sweetie - I can't believe you are four already! You've only lived with us for six months, but you've made yourself apart of the family pretty quick. I bet you'll be a real charmer when you grow up." Hinata ruffled my hair which annoyed me, but it only made her smile even more.
"Argh. Get off me!" I tried to tell her before she messed up my hair even more, but I actually rather liked it. Hinata was making rice and chicken roast for us, which was pretty sweet.
I was four years old now, which meant that I was going to start school soon.
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.
"S-Sora, can I try some?" She asked me innocently as she stared at my glass of milk.
I shrugged my shoulders, passing it to her and watched as she tried to drink it.
She was the same age as me, although I was a month older than her which meant that she was still three for now. I giggled as Miwa's face twisted into disgust as she put the cup down and shook her head.
"Yuck!"
"You don't like chocolate milk?" I asked her as we both stared at the TV. It was another news chanel showing the latest clip of All Might saving a bunch of civillians, which I'll admit was pretty cool.
Miwa shook her head.
"It's too chocolatey."
"Bullshit!" I yelled loudly and cringed as both Hinata and my adoptive father stared at me in confusion.
"Language." My adoptive father chided me, a soft smile having been formed on his face. Gekko Yamazaki was a stern long red haired man with glasses and some stubble who watched me curiously.
Ever since I had been adopted by Gekko and Hinata, it was Gekko that kept a close eye on me. Miwa giggled beside me as she tried to repeat the word but failed horribly, and Gekko told us both not to say that word again or else we'll be eating soap for dinner.
I think Gekko was the one that realised how much of a troublemaker I was.
Still, it now meant that my name was Sora Yamazaki.
For some reason however, Miwa's was Hayate and not Yamazaki.
"Are you liking watching All Might saving people?" Gekko asked me, with a smile on his face. I nodded at him. "Well maybe you could be a hero in the future. I reckon it would be fun for you."
"Why's that?" I asked him, tilting my head in confusion.
"You're a kind person, Sora. You always try to look after Miwa and Hinata, and even me," Gekko leaned forwards and kissed me on the forehead. "Never forget to be kind to others. Kindness is something you should always have, even to your worst enemies."
I nodded at that.
"Even to my enemies? Isn't that a bit stupid though?" I asked him. I didn't quite get that, but Gekko didn't seem to mind my question. In fact, he smiled as he took off his glasses and took my question seriously as replied to me like an adult would.
"Today's enemy might be tomorrow's friend. You're a smart kid, Hinata and I know that with how fast you complete the maths and english tests we give you. You're like a little genius. But you should know that even our enemies are humans as well, and kindness can prove something."
"Prove what?"
Gekko ruffled my hair affectionately, just like Hinata.
"I'll tell you when you're grown up and strong. My little hero." He told me adding that nickname near the end that made me flush red as I turned away from him. Jeez. I was just a four year old, he didn't need to embarrass me like that.
I quickly remembered my blonde haired biological mother, and thought back to the time where she called me an 'oni'. As well as the matron and the kids at the orphanage calling me an 'Akuma'.
Just what did those nicknames mean?
I frowned. "Dad, why did the kids in the orphanage call me Akuma? Like, what does it mean?" I asked him. I mean it was, that's what the previous orphanage 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 be making fun of you." He said as he ruffled my hair apologetically.
I sat there, stunned.
Devil?
Who the hell were they callin' a devil?! I knew exactly why they called me that as well. It was because of my first orphanage, I was the only survivor. I should have been happy that I was saved from staying in the second orphanage even more than I did.
That Gekko and Hinata gave me a home.
And I was.
Yet, somewhere deep inside me, a fire burned. The only thing that could describe it was a burning hot white rage that made me want to lash out at them, it made me want to kill them.
But in the end that wasn't me.
"Dinner's ready!" I heard Hinata call and I grinned, helping Miwa off the couch as I held her hand and we both walked over to the kitchen together. Miwa was great, and she was super cute as well.
"Thanks big bro!" She told me, hugging me tightly.
I watched as Hinata took a picture of the two of us on her phone as Gekko sipped his beer with a big grin on his face. And to be honest, I couldn't help myself as I hugged Miwa back and smiled for the camera.
My life was great.
April started and I was thrown into kindergarten. Well that's what they called it, but everyone knows it's proper name is nursery. But maybe that was the British upbringing I had clawing it's way out of me.
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!
Naturally, since I was sort of smart (If very lazy) in my previous life, I shot to the top of the class rankings immediately. It didn't help that I quite literally had an entire seventeen years worth of education to help back me up, but who cares.
Time went on, and I started to grow more anxious by the day.
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.
But the point was that not unlike those bastards back at the other orphanage, this school was nothing like Gekko and Hinata's love. I didn't need to 'try' and be nice to them because I already knew how they would react to me.
A devil.
Miwa's Quirk suddenly appeared on her fifth birthday, a whole month after 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 games console after that conversation. That was nice. It was a portable system, something akin to the PSP but way cooler. A much larger library of games as well, but just as easy to hack.
And that was when I truly delved deep into gaming in this world, even if I was only five.
Eventually more months passed, and summer went by with no news about my Quirk. Christmas I made sure not to ask for an All Might toy, or anything related to heroes. Not even games as I instead I asked for something related to manga.
More specifically shonen battle manga.
It took some convincing, but the issue wasn't monetary. While Hinata was a supply teacher on the side, it was Gekko that was head surgeon of Musutafu General hospital. It was funny, that was the hospital I was born in and now my adoptive father ran the place.
Still, apparently I might have not been 'mature' enough to handle it.
So I read through some of Gekko's important documents perfectly, specifically one that was rather difficult to read for Gekko and aced it. After that Hinata and Gekko were convinced that I was a genius and said they would search for some cool manga that I could read.
The great news was that it existed!
The most famous battle shonen series was my Christmas present. Even if it finished serialisation a few years before I was born and was over forty volumes long, Gekko managed to get a good deal on the whole set for me.
The bad news was that One Piece didn't exist. Instead I read 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.
This I was 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. And funnily enough, I started to grow to like it. Even if the games and manga were rip offs here in this world, they had their own charm.
Even if they weren't original…
"So, class, today we will be discussing our dreams for the future!" My energetic teacher said. Ms Toriumi was very annoying as a teacher, always preaching about trying your hardest or something.
Not that I paid attention or even agreed with her message, if I did I would be heralded as even more of 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. Even if I was five, nearly six, I couldn't care less.
Like hell would I watch these bastards pick on Miwa, the same way the orphanage used to pick on me. In a sense I was right about them, they were insignificant bastards that were petty.
I was better than them
I had knowledge that made me better than them.
Bare in mind, not that I could do much, even if this was true in my eyes. 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," Ms Toriumi 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?
But I knew the truth.
No one in this class would make it, they just weren't good enough. Hell I still didn't have my Quirk, so I probably wasn't good enough either. But that didn't erase the fact that I was bored out of my mind.
"The future…" I hummed, stroking my chin. "I'd like to go to sleep cause' you are boring, Ms Toriumi." 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 as she grew red by the face.
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.
It was a stupid dream, but I didn't care.
If I were honest, it was a rather simple dream for me to accomplish thanks to all my knowledge. Or memories I should say. While one could say it was 'plaigarism' I would disagree with that statement.
After all manga like One Piece and Bleach don't exist in this world.
"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. I was now six, but my Quirk still hadn't arrived. It was sort of worrying, but the doctors had repeatedly told me that I had a Quirk.
It just hadn't activated yet for some reason.
It was Saturday, and Miwa's birthday had just passed. Gekko and Hinata had allowed us to go to the local park nearby, all by ourselves, which was rather dangerous. But then I saw that nearly every other six year old was treated the same way and accepted it.
I guess that's just how Japan does things.
Miwa was next to me, reading an interesting book on something. I genuinely couldn't remember, I had the attention span of a fly. Probably undiagnosed ADHD. 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! The real reason was that I still didn't have my Quirk and couldn't be a hero just yet.
But even if I had a Quirk, I wasn't going to lie and say that I was jumping at joy to become a hero. I had no interest in saving people, especially people in this world. People like my old orphanage that called me a devil and the teachers at school that always picked on me.
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 head surgeon. It was for children obviously, and had more pictures than words.
But during reading time Ms Toriumi tried to confiscate it, which led to me calling her a bitch out loud. I got detention for that. Not to mention Hinata and Gekko staring at me like I had disappointed them.
But hey, at least the clouds looked nice today! Wait, that one seems a little too close to us. Was it blue or silver? I thought clouds were supposed to be clear white? "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.
"Oh yeah. Sora, 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." Miwa replied as she touched the cloud like it was a solid object.
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?
"Sora, is this safe?"
"Probably."
"Are you sure? What if you get hurt?"
"I'll be fine." I waved her concerns off as I jumped on it as many times as I could. 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 hit the tree head first, 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. "What the bloody fuck was that?!"
Yet the cloud remained still before fading away inside my body.
Miwa and I stared at the thing in surprise.
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 had the right to decide the name.
"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 nearly every subject, 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…
They wanted me to skip a few grades but I told them no. Thankfully, Hinata and Gekko supported my decision as they wanted me to make friends with people my age. But the school simply couldn't understand and tried to fight back.
But the answer was still no.
Especially with my Quirk, which frankly was super cool. I was able to show it off constantly and made the kids who tried to pick on me for being a late bloomer jealous, which made me grin.
Glad to see those bastards understood I was better than them.
No one would pick on me anymore.
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. Two years of constant bickering between the school and I over my education.
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.
Hinata's parents ran a old sweet shop nearby, and since I was her son I got crates of pocky for free. Which was amazing since pocky was my favourite. And of course sour strawberry sweets were also incredible.
Secondly, everyone was pushing for me to become a Hero. I mean I had the grades, a cool Quirk… and that was it? The teachers specifically were trying to steer me into that path so it would look good on the school.
My parents were happy with letting me decide, although it was quite early since I was just eight. Gekko and Hinata were ready to support me in whatever I decided I wanted to do, which was great.
But I could see it in their eyes that they wanted me to become a hero.
Not to increase their prestige or anything like that, but because they genuinely believed that I could become a good hero. It was an odd feeling at first, my parents in my previous life-,
My previous life.
I didn't have that much of a good relationship with my family near the end. They always wanted me to succeed and be the top of the class, they wanted me to be a lawyer and wanted me to go to a top university.
I was forced to follow that path.
I suppose I just wasn't used to this level of support to figure things out on my own.
Thirdly, I had joined the school football team. I had played the sport back in my previous life, and I once had the childish dream of making it professionally. It went nowhere, but I still loved the sport even now.
Even after two years, my life hadn't changed that much. Ms Toriumi left schools, and while she had given everyone a chocolate coin when leaving she apparantly had 'ran out' of them when it came to me.
I always knew she was a bitch, but doing this to a kid was a bit too much.
Just like the orphanage matron.
My life was pretty boring either way. I hung out with Miwa in my free time, or read some manga that I'd never heard of before, or was playing games outside of school and football. I helped out with chores around the house and tried to learn how to cook from my mum, who was glad she could pass on her skills to me.
Gekko also encouraged me to draw manga, which led to me getting second place in a national competition. It wasn't from a stolen idea, it was about a boy who was a wandering priest in a fantastical land that also doubled as a assassin to take back stolen magical artifacts for the Church.
Yet it won second place.
Gekko was especially disappointed that I lost to a poem by a girl called 'Yui Kazuma' who wrote about staring at a computer screen all day. Gekko thought that I should have won and said I was robbed of a deserving victory.
I also found out that Miwa was like me, adopted. Hinata and Gekko both couldn't have children, and so they adopted two. That was why Miwa Hayate was her full name, according to her she was living with her father before the age of three when she was given to Hinata and Gekko
Apparantly Miwa's father and them were old friends. Despite being abandoned, Miwa 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 took Gekko's lesson to heart.
She was kind, even to her enemies. And many people took advantage of that, just proving to me that these weren't real humans. They were just jealous characters. My scowl that had been fading away had started to come back in full force whenever we went to school.
But the bullies knew I wouldn't take shit from them.
So it led to the current situation, one that had been going on for a while. Miwa being ganged up by some students in our class. Some random side character, 'A' I called him, since I wasn't bothered to remember his name 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!" One of them called out.
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. I saw red. The fire within me couldn't be stopped as I slammed the classroom door open and glared at them.
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.
She was my little sister.
How fucking dare they?!
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?
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.
"Pathetic," I yelled. "Ganging up on someone, acting like the pieces of shit you truly are. Who cares if she's adopted, she's worth fifteen of you and she doesn't even life with her biological parents! And neither do I! And I'm way better then all three of you cunts combined!"
'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.
But that wasn't enough for me, was it?
I tried to hide the twisted smile on my face as I slammed the bat on his head on more time, before placing it on my shoulder as I faced 'F', who was looking at me terrified. "Well? Fuck off 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.
I sighed.
I had gotten their blood on my clothes.
Miwa was on the floor, looking at me with a sad smile. "See Sora? 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.
This was more than a little teasing, this was straight bullying. And I felt ashamed for not stepping in sooner. I should have killed those fucking brats. But I ignored that, because it wasn't me.
In the end, it was my fault.
After I got my flashy Quirk, and became heralded as a prodigy in everything, it was natural people would feel jealous. Some, choosing to piss me off, and that meant hurting my friends.
And I reveled in making them jealous.
It just provided to me that I lived in a spiteful world, real humans would never be this cruel. They were even worse. Real humans would never act like this! I was used to this. These weren't real humans, they were just characters!
And they hurt Miwa!
By that logic, shouldn't she be a character as well?
My sister!
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. Miwa 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. And the people in this world made me sick. The orphanage matron, Ms Toriumi and even these kids.
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. After all, I always wanted to make my parents proud.
I-,
I wasn't being selfish was I?
"Hey. You're Sora Yamazaki, aren't you?"
I sneered as I turned around to face a group of older kids. Some had a smirk on their ugly faces, while the leader of the group stared me directly in the eyes. He tried to act intimidating, but he was just some stupid eleven year old.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked in response, refusing to appear meek to these losers.
"You beat up my little brother badly. I want an apology."
"Fuck off," I yelled. "How about your brother gives my sister an apology?! He was the one bullying her!" The boy looked ashamed at that, and so did his friends as they stared at the ground awkwardly.
"Oh… he didn't mention that."
I snorted at him.
"Yeah, maybe I knocked a few brain cells lose from your brother. Or maybe he's a lying bastard that deserves to be beaten up some more. Now fuck off, I'm busy if you can't tell." I had homework due in next period.
"Who are you talking to like that-," One of the hot head older boys started, but the leader raised his hand and shook his head at his friend.
"Leave it, Joryu. It's fine. My brother was being a bully. But I just have to ask you Sora," The boy's eyes gained a hard edge to them as he glared at me. "You broke my brothers jaw with your swinging. He can't eat solid food for a while. Isn't that too far?"
Without even thinking I stood up and summoned my Nimbus once again, moulding it to the unpefect bat shape just like before and pointed it right towards the group. Who the fuck does he think he is questioning me?!
"I didn't go far enough," I grinned as I took a few steps forwards. "But that'll be fine because I'm going to beat the shit out of you and your friends to make up for it."
I sat in the principals office, refusing to meet her gaze.
"Yamazaki. What happened?"
"I beat the shit out of some dumbasses. They were bullies anyways. I did the school a favour."
"You broke three ribs and and arm!" The principal yelled at me. "Your incident with the three students in your class was fine. You may have gone too far, but you are just a kid. Your sister was getting bullied and you lashed out. But this?! How do you explain this?!"
"They were bullies-,"
"So you decide to brutalise them? Is that how a student is meant to act? A future hero? No! The answer is no. Can't you see how far you've gone? Seven students gone to the hospital!"
Tch.
"Should have been eight. I missed a guy."
The principal howled, but ultimately he ignored me as he awaited for Gekko and Hinata to arrive and pick me up. Surely they'd be on my side. I was minding my business when they came over and demanded and apology from me. They were looking for a fight, I just ended it.
Yet even when Gekko and Hianta arrived, instead of being on my side, they were furious with me. I watched them in shock apologise to the principal and agree to take me home, saying that they'll await the call to discuss my punishment.
I tried opening my mouth, but a glare from Hinata made me close it before I could say anything.
I had never seen them so angry at me before.
I even felt a little guilty.
Could they not see that it wasn't my fault?
I went a little too far.
Tch. Those little bitches, if they were stronger like Midoriya or Todoroki, then I wouldn't have been in trouble. Not only are these background characters spiteful and petty, but they are weak as well.
It infuriated me to no end.
The car ride home was silent, and my anger could only increase with each minute spent in the car.
Why the hell am I in trouble?!
I didn't do anything wrong! They were bullies and I gave them a piece of their medicine! Gekko parked the car outside of the apartment, yet neither him nor Hinata left the car. I sat in the back and watched as the two of them sighed, before turning around to face me.
"Sora… why?"
"Why what?" I asked in confusion.
"Why'd you pick the fight first?" Hinata asked me.
"What?! They came to me-,"
"Who thre the first punch?" Hinata interrupted me.
"Wha-, Well. I did."
"Exactly," Hinata's brows furrowed as she shook her head. "Sora, you should never start a fight. You threw the first punch so you are in the wrong. You say they came to you for a fight, but you are the one that started it. You were looking for a fight, not them. Just admit it."
"Admit what? That I beat the shit out of some bullies? Yeah I did. And I'll do it again! They bullied Miwa-,"
"So you can take revenge now?" Gekko cut in, staring into my eyes. My anger subsided a bit as I avoided his gaze. "Sora, you are our son. We love you. But we also taught you to never start a fight. We praised you for helping Miwa, for beating up her bullies. But today you were the bully. How are you any better than the three boys that hurt Miwa?"
"Because I am! I'm nothing like them!" I yelled.
Why couldn't they understand?!
I was just… I'm better than them! I would never go out of my way to hurt someone like Miwa, I would never make fun of someone not having any parents and I definitely wouldn't step on their lunch! I'm better then that. I was smarter than them, stronger than them, I had a better Quirk and my knowledge of the future made me less of a spiteful background characte than them.
I was going to be a hero, what were they going to be?!
What was anyone at the old orphanage that called me a devil and picked on me going to be?! Where was the orphanage matron going to be in ten years?! Where was Ms Toriumi now?!
"Sora. Did you forget about being kind-,"
"I ain't going to be a fucking pushover!" I yelled angrily, cutting off Gekko who stared at me in surprise. "I don't care about kindness if it means asshole like them get to bully me and Miwa. I won't stand for it. They are my enemies."
"...I told you to be kind to your enemies. Because tomorrow they could be your friend."
I shook my head at the man.
How the hell couldn't he understand?!
These weren't humans, they were characters! They can't change! They can't grow! They would remain spiteful forever! They would always try to bully Miwa and I, they'd never say sorry!
Why the hell should I apologise?!
Hinata sighed as she placed her hand on my knee.
"What's done is done. Just please Sora, never ever throw the first punch again. Can you promise me that?"
"Sure. Whatever." I shrugged my shoulders, staring out of the window. I thought Gekko and Hinata would understand, but they didn't. Why? Why weren't they on my side? It's not like I did anything wrong…
So why do I feel so guilty.
My school viewed me as a devil.
Fitting for my previous nickname given to my by the orphanage. Turns out the kids bullying Miwa and ones that demanded me to apologise were related to a influential person at the school, and largely in the area, making it hard for the kids to get punished fairly.
Well everyone apart from me.
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, and made sure to mention that I did not understand their unclear instructions just to make their lives extra annoying.
Miwa thankfully, was not in any trouble.
Still I was suspended from school for a while.
Hinata had to take many days off work to look after me, despite me telling her that I was fine. I was also grounded from playing games and reading manga until I went back to school, and my parents forced me to get ahead on my schoolwork.
It was annoying, but thankfully I had Miwa to help cheer me up.
"Sora! Did you know there are two-hundred and six bones in your body?"
"Nah. I'm rubbish at science, I thought there were four-hundred."
Miwa giggled at that.
"Mmh. I hope you break a few bones so I can heal them!"
"Err… thanks?"
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.
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.
One particularly memorable moment was when Miwa brough them over to our house. Miwa wanted me to hang out with them, which I was fine with, but they kept on making excuses and eventually I realised if I stayed longer with Miwa, they'd leave her alone.
That hurt.
But at least Miwa had good friends.
Eventually I turned nine and that meant that we were seriously thinking about our futures. More specifically what middle school to attend. 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 'canon' started in manga. Not only that, but Musatafu was a big place. The only thing I had was watching the U.A. 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 canon, 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 canon 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.
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? Not to mention I was used to being alone, after all my moniker eventually evolved into the 'Demon of Class E' once I eventually joined middle school.
It was stil in Shizouka, just a little bit outside Musutafu itself.
Once I had been accepted into that middle school and my class placement was made public, not only had the elementary school students start calling me by that name but so did the teachers.
They were happy to get rid of me.
Those bastards.
They really got under my skin.
Oh well, I wouldn't see them ever again. So why the hell did I care? I'd go be a hero, and where the hell would they be?!
Why can't I be accepted…
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 three years left until I would be able to take the entrance exam, and while I wasn't training every day , 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.
It still looked like a blue cloud, but I had smoothed over the edges.
It wasn't the real thing, and the durability was sometimes off, but it worked at the very least. Still I hadn't gone under a heavy physical transformation either. My hair was still medium length, and it didn't curl, but was a little wavy, yet it was still light blue almost silver in the light.
And here I was, standing outside of my middle school on my first day.
"Have lots of fun and don't forget to study!" Hinata told me, kissing me on the cheek while Gekko couldn't help but grin at me.
"Ah, it feels just like yesterday that we took you in. Nearly ten years now, and here you both are in middle school. I feel like an old man." I rolled my eyes at his antics.
"You are an old man."
"Oi!" Gekko grabbed my head and put it in a headlock, rubbing my head as I tried to get him off me. "Make sure to make a lot of friends. Especially girls. I'll be super proud of you if you get a girlfriend-,"
I watched as Hinata hit Gekko in the arm, hard, and bit back a laugh.
"Sora can get a girlfriend or boyfriend whenever he wants! Don't pressure him! He's our son!" Hinata chided her husband, and Miwa and I couldn't help but smile at the scene.
"Girlfriend. I'm not attracted to guys." I told Hinata, who smiled at me in return.
"Either way, you should try for a relationship when you are ready and you think you have found the right girl. Don't rush into things like this idiot's suggested, or else that's how you get a teenage pregnancy." I cringed at that.
"No problem. We're going to go in now. See ya' later!" Miwa and I waved goodbye to Hinata and Gekko as we made our way into our respective classes. I was in Class E and she was in Class B, which meant that we were separated sadly.
Despite that, I entered the class with a frown and sat down in the nearest empty seat.
I just wanted homeroom to be over so I could attend my classes right away.
"Hey," Someone tapped me on the shoulder. There was a guy sitting on my left and he had a frown on his face as another guy, presumably his friend, stood next to him awkwakrdly. "Do you mind moving seats? I want my friend to sit next to me."
The 'not you' was left unsaid, yet my eyes narrowed as I glared at him.
It was he first day.
"Piss off." I replied, turning my back to him and his friend.
If he wanted his friend to sit down here, maybe his friend should have sat down here before I did? I made a promise to Gekko and Hinata that I wouldn't start any fights, but why should I move?
He didn't even say please or even introduce himself.
Or even look like he wanted to be my friend.
When I was tapped on the shoulder once again, I sighed as I turned around to face the boy who had grown quite agitated. His friend was trying to calm him down but was utterly failing at that.
"I told you to move. My friend wants to sit there."
"And I told you to piss off. Homeroom is starting so don't get your panties in a twist-," I wasn't able to finish my sentence as he struck me in the face. The entire class grew silent as the boy smugly grinned at me like he had won a fight.
I snorted as I stood up from my seat and cracked my knuckles.
"Weak."
"Huh?" I kneed the boy in the head before slamming his head on his desk. His friend tried to get involved, but I punched him in the nose which lead to a crunch as blood spurted everywhere. I turned back to the boy who threw the first punch and kept on slamming his head on his desk until I was pulled away by multiple other students and our homeroom teacher.
"Yamazaki! Yamazaki! Calm down! Please!" My homeroom teacher yelled, and relaxed my body as I glared at that boy. Bastard. It was the first day of middle school and he was looking for a fight.
"That boy with the blue hair is scary."
"Yeah. Did you see how he hurt those other two boys brutally? How horrible."
"I hope he gets expelled. I don't want to be sharing a class with a psychopath delinquent."
"My cousin told me about him! Apparently he's a devil or something."
My breath hitched in my throat as I heard the students around me whisper. Devil. Tch. I waved off my homeroom teacher and stormed out of homeroom, grabbing by bag and running to the toilets as I turned on the taps.
I had blood all over my hands.
Damnit. Why don't they like me?!
Why was everyone in this world so spiteful?
I just want to be accepted like Gekko and Hinata accept me.
Why was everyone jealous of me? Was it because I was smart? Because I had a good Quirk? Because I was strong?
No one is jealous of me.
I wiped the blood away from my hands using the tap water, splashing my face water as I stared at the reflection of myself in the mirror. My eyes… did I always look so tired? I didn't realise first period had began until the bell rang signalling the start of second period as I turned to exit and caught an out of breath Miwa staring at me.
"I heard you got in a fight."
It wasn't a question.
"I didn't throw the first punch."
"I never said you did," Miwa replied as she took at my hands and shook her head. "You didn't wash your hands properly. There is still blood on them."
"Right."
I turned the taps back on and glared at the mirror. I hated my eyes, I hated my reflection. I hated everything. I could feel Miwa's judgement, even if she didn't say anything. I hated this world.
I really was a demon.
This time I wasn't suspended from school.
But people still ignored me. 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 sister.
She stuck with me as much as she could, but even Miwa couldn't do much when many people pitied her for having me as a brother. She tried telling everyone that I was a good brother, but their minds were already set.
They were characters after all, what did I expect?
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, but at the very least she didn't treat me any differently.
"You forgot to do your homework, didn't you?"
"Mind if I copy yours?"
"Sure," She replied, handing me her homework. "Pass it back when you're done."
Outside of her and Miwa, I didn't really have anyone. And for the first few months, the only thing that motivated me was my desire to be a hero. But it's not like I wanted to be a hero myself, I wanted to be a hero to make Miwa, Gekko and Hinata proud.
Because they thought that I could be a hero.
But with each passing day, I could see a invisible gulf building between us. Miwa had her friends and became popular in her own right, she couldn't spend as much time with her 'delinquent' brother anymore.
Not to mention Gekko and Hinata worked harder than ever to provide for Miwa and I.
And all I did was skip school.
I hated going there, it was way worse than elementary school. Back then I was feared, but now? I could feel people's judgemental gazes as soon as I walked into the classroom. They didn't want me to be there, and the feeling was mutual.
I was going to show everyone up.
"Sora?" My homeroom teacher called. He was a nice man, nicer than most teachers, but even then what was he going to do when the majority of his colleagues disliked me. Once again, the feeling was mutual.
Those teachers would never garner any respect from me.
"Yes, Mr Fujiwara?"
"You forgot to hand in your history homework. Ms Kurisawa just wanted to let you know that if you don't hand it in by the end of the week you'll get a failing grade."
"Yeah?" I scoffed. "Well you can tell Ms Kurisawa to fuck off. I'll give her her homework when she doesn't send me out of the class for asking a question."
"You asked a rude question. Not to mention you swore as well."
"Then maybe she shouldn't use my work as an example of an 'examplar student' knowing full well how everyone in the class would take it," I snapped back. "I'm not exactly loved in this school am I?"
"No. You aren't," Mr Fujiwara agreed with me. "But perhaps if you attended your classes, fixed up your attitude problem, treated others with respect and got rid of that frown on your face things could be differently. You still have time to change."
"Tch. Whatever, I'm outta here." I told him, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.
"This is detention-,"
I ignored him, pushing past him as I walked through the empty corridors. Whenever Miwa got a detention, I'd wait for her. We went home together. But I could finally see that the same couldn't be said for when I got a detention.
And how can I blame her.
"Yamazaki!" The school football team captain shouted my name as I attended practice. "What did I tell you?"
"Dunno." I replied, half listening to him as I played with the ball at my feet.
"I told you not to anatagonise your teammates! How are we going to be able to play effective football if you are constantly trying to fight them?!" I clicked my tongue in annoyance.
I tried to avoid them.
"What did I do this time?" I asked the captain. He hated me on principal, apparently I was trying to 'act hard' in his opinion so he constantly tried to prove he was stronger than me. It was tiring.
"Mine said you shoved him in the back while training."
"I've been here the entire time."
"Well Mine and his friends say differently."
Before I could open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, someone stood up for me, which surprised me at the very least. He was in my year, and I even had history with him. Sui Miura was a talented player and he knew it since he made the team's starting eleven along with me.
"Actually, Captain Hamazaki," Sui began sarcastically, "I was watching Sora the entire time. He didn't do anything. Mine and his friends are just making things up." The captain, a middle schooler in his final year, frowned at me before stomping off.
"Bastard," I muttered under my breath as he left, before turning to Sui and studying him. Why the hell would he stand up for me? "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Sui replied with a smile on his face as he tackled the ball from me, "I just want to play football. You aren't too bad you know, at least here. People give you shit for standing out and fighting back, not to say you don't cause your own share of fights. But you ain't bad yourself. Plus, you play decent football."
"Thanks." I replied, a small smile forming on my lips.
I groaned as I stood on the road to my middle school.
Shit, I was going to be late!
Again!
I was already late twice this week! And it wasn't even my fault! Miwa had taken the early train with her friends and I took the same train as always. The train wasn't delayed, but as I left the station and began to walk to school these cunts approached me.
Students that I recognised walked past as I glared at the group blocking my path.
"Is Yamazaki going to speak to Asahi's gang?"
"He really is a delinquent. Can't believe our school allows him to keep coming."
"I wonder if my dream high school is going to reject me because he goes to this school."
"How does he get away with acting so awful? I get he's super smart but this is dumb, if anyone one of us did half the things he did, we'd be kicked out."
Standing in front of me were the local gang.
I yawned, ignoring all the passerby comments as I glared at these idiots blocking my path to school. The main leader, a guy with bleached blonde hair, shades, a oversized purple hoodie and sagging jeans with expensive trainers topped off with a chain approached me first.
"You're Sora Yamazaki, right? Heard a lot about you. Apparently you're a tough guy that likes beating peoples skulls in. Well how about you join my gang and we'll start making money. Your brawn and my brains?"
"No thanks." I replied, walking right past him.
"Huh? What do you mean no?"
"No means no, dipshit," I sighed as the gears spun around in his head, processing what I just said. "I'm going to be a hero one day. I'm going to go to U.A. You can go fuck right off, you understand?"
"Boys. Get him-,"
Before he could even finish that sentence, I kicked him in the face.
He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and even the students around us who had stopped to watch what would happen looked at me in shock. This pussy would never be able to beat me.
"Is he going to take control of his gang?"
I stood on top of his body as I cleared my throat.
"Oi, fuckheads," I was so tired. So tired. "You think I'm a devil? Good. Anyone wants to fight me can go ahead and try, it'll be good practice for when I become a hero. You're all weak and irrelevant enough to the point where the worst I'll get is a bruise anyways. But you are all welcome to try."
I ignored the looks many students gave me as I walked to school, this time with no interruptions.
They thought I was a delinquent.
A devil.
I might as well give em' one.
"Move out the way."
"Huh?"
I glared at the student ahead of me in the lunch queue.
"Are you deaf or hard of hearing?" I asked him before I pushed past the boy. "I said get the fuck out of my way." The boy's face twisted in anger, but his friends managed to stop him from throwing the first punch as I skipped the queue to get my food.
"You can't do that, he was ahead of you." A teacher tried telling me off.
"Fuck are you going to do about it?" I snorted in response. "Listen he let me go ahead of him, now leave me alone. I'm hungry."
"Such a foul mouthed boy-,"
I ignored the teacher and bought my lunch. A yakisoba pan with orange juice as I sat down on the closest table. I ate in peace, occassioanlly scrolling through my phone to see what was up.
Outside of my parents and Miwa, no one really messaged me.
But I prefer that.
I don't really like messages on my phone, and even if I do get a message chances are I'll reply to it in a few hours because I'm busy doing something else. My phone was always on silent mode, which infuriates Hinata to no end since whenever she calls me I usually don't pick up.
"Sora," Sitting down opposite me was Miwa. "I saw what you just did."
"And?"
"And?!" Miwa rolled her eyes at me. "Don't you even know how you act? You strut around like you own the damn place, picking fights with whoever looks at you strangely and now this. What the hell is this supposed to be?"
"What do you mean-,"
"I thought you were going to be a hero," Miwa interjected, looking at me disgustedly. "But right now all I'm seeing is a bully. The exact bullies that used to bully me. There is no way someone like you can be a hero."
"Fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"You going to swear at your sister now? Wow, feeling brave aren't we," Miwa replied sarcastically. "Why the hell did I even call you my brother. Really, looking at you right now I never would have guessed you were my brother. Just a generic thug."
Snap.
Before I even realised it, I had stood up and had grabbed Miwa by the collar from across the table. But instead of flinching or even showing signs of being scared, Miwa just laughed.
"Pathetic," Miwa spat out. "You going to hit me too? Is that the type of person you are, Sora? What a hero you are."
"I-, You-,"
I let go of Miwa, taking a few steps back as I stared at my hands in horror.
That was my sister.
What did I do?!
"You really are pathetic. I can't believe I ever looked up to you. Why the hell did Hinata and Gekko bring you back from the orphanage?" I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Damnit. That damned orphanage. I couldn't handle it as I turned away from Miwa and began sprinting the other way.
The fuck was I planning on doing?!
Was I going to hit my own fucking sister?!
I felt sick as I leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling. My own fucking sister. Miwa. The girl I used to protect from bullies, the same girl who used to hang on to every word I said like it was the bible. The same girl who decided to dedicate her life to becoming a doctor so she could patch me up when I became a hero.
I was about to hit her?
Like she was some… some…
I couldn't even say the damn words.
"Yamazaki," I heard someone call my name. It was the boy I had pushed past earlier. "You're a bastard, you know that? Glad to see you got put in your place. Even if it was from your whore sister."
"What did you say?"
"That you got put in your place? I mean you did," The boy said, smirking at me. "Seriously, you're one arrogant son of a bitch. Always looking down at us as if we are side characters, but I guess even your sister is tired of you. Ironic isn't it? How does it feel being treated the same way you treat us? It hurts, doesn't it?"
…
"Aren't you going to say anything? Where was all that bravado from before? Where is the 'Demon of Class E'? That's what I thought. You're just a pussy. How the hell do you think you can make it to being a hero? You think just because you have a good Quirk and you're smart you can make it? Please, as if they'll accept a delinquent like you. I bet you'd fight someone within the first five minutes."
…
"How does it feel being normal, huh? I'm glad you were put in your place, maybe now you'll understand how much of a side character you really are-,"
"Can you shut up." I cut him off.
I watched as the boy from the lunch queue grew red from my comment, before he launched himself at me trying to push me agains the wall. But I didn't fight back. How the hell was I supposed to fight back against him?
Against someone so petty…
So human.
Looking at him I saw a reflection of myself. A victim of bullying that once he got the taste of power turned into a bully himself. Watching the way the boy sneered and regarded me painted the entire picture for me to understand.
These weren't characters.
They weren't static.
They were real.
Just as real as me.
They were right.
I really was a demon. A devil. How else would you be able to describe my actions? How many times did Hinata, Gekko and even Miwa try to help. I wonder if maybe I wasn't so arrogant and conceited into believing that they were just characters, maybe the boy in front of me could have been my friend? How many people could have been my friend? If only I had showed kindness.
Just like what Gekko tried teaching me when I was a kid.
Miwa took that lesson to heart and she thrived because of it. She's popular, she has friends and she's happy. Everyone likes her, and why wouldn't they? She was kind to everyone. Even people that didn't like her. Miwa would never treat someone like they were beneath them, not like I did.
And why did I do that?
Why the hell did I not take Gekko's lesson to heart?
Cause I thought I knew better.
It was my arrogance.
I thought that just because I had lived a previous life I knew better. Because I had future knowledge of this series, because I had seventeen years worth of memories that made me smarter than everyone else, because I had a strong Quirk, because I fought anyone that came my way, because so many people supported me in my path to become a hero. I had grown so arrogant these past few years.
It was ironic, wasn't it?
I was simply human.
Nothing more and nothing less.
I fucked up.
I was a small human in a wide open world, I just thought I was more important than I really was. Just because I was 'special'. But I wasn't. I've never been special. I'm just a normal human who thought he was someone special. In the end, I lost my family, any chance of friendship and even my shot at going to U.A. Why the hell would they let someone like me in anyways?
A bully.
A villain.
"Pft," I couldn't hold it in any longer as I began laughing. "Haha, oh man. Hahahahaha." I wiped a few tears from my eyes. I was laughing so hard that tears had started to form, what a joke.
I'm such a joke.
"You laughing at me?!" The boy threatened me, grabbing me by the collar. "I'll beat you to a bloodly pulp, Demon or not! You think I can't take you?! Stop being so arrogant! You're just a kid-,"
"Shut up."
The boy let go of my collar and took multiple steps back. I could see it on his face, he was visibly scared of me. I didn't even know his name, but if I were being honest with myself, it wouldn't have mattered anyways.
"H-huh? The hell you think you're doing?!" The boy yelled, but we both knew it was false bravado. Especially as I took another step towards him and he tripped over his foot. I didn't even need to beat him up to get him to scram, was that how much of a cunt I really was? Was my reputation of being a violent troublemaker really that bad? I watched as the boy yelled in terror before running away.
That wouldn't happen to a hero.
Not to Izuku Midoriya.
Ever.
How the hell was I going to apply to U.A. being a pathetic piece of shit. Because that's what I was, the biggest dumbass that's ever been called Sora Yamazaki. It was embarrassing how out of touch with reality I'd been these past few years. I was just pushing them all away, I was just being prideful and arrogant because I lived another life beforehand.
But I died at seventeen.
What did I know?
Pride.
Greed.
Everyone here felt these things, just like I did. 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.
The orphanage, my biological mother.
They were right, I was a devil.
I was afraid of admitting the truth.
I died.
And I can never go back.
This isn't a manga I had once read, an anime I had once watched. This isn't the creation of a writer, a international best seller. This wasn't a series no more than it was fictional, because ever since I was born here this was my life.
This was real.
And I couldn't accept that.
I felt ashamed of myself, how did Miwa stand me? Right… she didn't. No one did. Not even Gekko and Hinata who picked me. No wonder Miwa had friends that she spent more time with than me, she couldn't stand me acting the way I've done these past few years. The boy that would constantly save her, the one she looked up to acting like the very people that she dislikes.
A bully.
And I was blind to that the entire time.
I don't know how long I stood at that empty corridor. I was thirteen, in my second year of middle school, yet it felt like my life was over. Who would trust me now? Who would put their faith in me? A demon. Someone that hurt others on purpose, someone that was arrogant and selfish, no wonder my biological mother abandoned me. I was worthless back then, and I'm still worthless now-,
"Sora?"
I opened my eyes to face my homeroom teacher, although he looked rather concerned for some odd reason.
"Mr Fujiwara."
"Do you want to talk in my office?"
"I-, uhm. Sure."
I followed him to his cramped office on the third floor of the school building. It was located near the maths classrooms and the main maths office where the head of the maths department sat and held meetings. Luckily, the floor was empty as it was lunch time and I sat down on one of the seats in Mr Fujiwara's office as he closed the door and glanced at me curiously.
"What's with that look in your eyes?" He asked me.
"What look."
"That look that makes you think everything is over."
"Because it is," I told him, shaking my head in disgust at myself. "I've acted like a right twat for so long. I was static. The side character. I'm never going to be able to make it up to everyone-,"
"You don't need to."
"Huh?" I looked up at mr Fujiwara in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what I said, Sora. There isn't a need to try and apologise to everyone, forget it," Mr Fujiwara told me as he sat on his desk. "It's frankly impossible."
"So then what am I supposed to do?"
"Find a smal group of people that accept you. Keep on changing and growing as a person, and make sure you don't turn into the person you once were ever again," Mr Fujiwara explained to me like it was so simple. "Tons of people still care about you. Your sister's outburst came from a place of love. She just wants her brother back. Surely you can understand that, right?"
"And even if I do that, then what? Like hell U.A. is going to accept me with my record." I told him bitterly. How many times had Mr Fujiwara tried to speak to me about my behaviour? And how many times had I walked out on that lecture, paying him no attention as I thought I knew best. How arrogant. Why the hell was I so arrogant?!
"You're right," My homeroom teacher agreed with me. "With how you currently are, U.A. will just deny your application right away. Too many behavioural issues, not to mention the string of suspensions you've managed to get. But you're a bright kid, and I can finally see for myself that you do have a good head on your shoulders. You regret acting the way you did, and that proves maturity. Growth. The first step to becoming an adult is recognising your mistakes."
"S'that so?"
"Oh yeah," Mr Fujiwara smiled warmly at me. "I've made my fair share of mistakes over the years. But you just got to pick yourself back up and keep walking forwards, relentless, without looking back. That's what you need to do, Sora. And I've got a special something for you to help you on your journey," I watched as Mr Fujiwara passed a slip of paper across the table. "It's a week long school trip that only eight people in your year can access. One student per homeroom class."
"To the Endeavour agency?" I read the piece of paper out loud, confused. "The hell is this?"
"This," Mr Fujiwara pointed to the piece of paper, "Is your once chance at getting into U.A. If you want to turn your life around, and I really mean it, if you want to get back up and walk forwards then I'm giving you that chance. A week long trip to the Endeavour agency where you work with professional in which you learn to handle the logistical side of one of the biggest hero agencies in Japan. That'll make any record look good. Especially if you clean up your act for your final year here."
"And that's it?"
"Yep," My homeroom teacher replied. "Most of my fellow staff members trid to convince me not to give it to you. They thought Jiro would be a better fit, but I disagree. I took me a while to be convinced that you earnt it though. Not until today, the deadline for it. Forgive my language, but your head is finally out of your ass. And isn't that a good thing, just in time to go on this trip and 'reflect' before coming back as a well behaved student that had a rough time adjusting to a new school. U.A. will eat it up."
"Why?" I found myself asking. "Why the hell would you help someone like me? Over and over despite me spitting in your face repeatedly. How many times did I ignore you trying to help me? How many people that tried to help me did I ignore in total? Why are you still trying to help me after everything I've done?"
"Because, I'm a teacher," Mr Fujiwara said as if it explained everything. "And you looked like you needed a push in the right direction. It's only human to help others when they need a gentle push in the right path. And that's all that being an educator really is, helping your students when you can. You know, I think you'd make a good teacher."
"Really?" I cracked a smile at that. "How much you want to bet that I'll make an even better hero." I grabbed the piece of paper that would change the course of my future forever and headed for the door.
"Oh, and Sora?"
"Hm?"
"You're homework for history is overdue."
"...thanks, sensei."
I left his office and watched as lunch ended. But I wasn't headed to class, there wasn't a point. I read over the piece of paper in my hands once again. I needed Hinata or Gekko to sign off on it by five PM today, and school ended at four. Hinata wasn't working today which meant that she would be home, which was perfect for me to skip school and then hand it in when the school day ended.
I left the school and stared at the blue sky above me.
It was a clear blue sky.
I could finally admit that I was wrong.
Everyone here was a human, for better or for worse. And I'd never forget that, not for as long as I'd live. Perhaps I originally wanted to be a hero to make Gekko, Hinata and Miwa proud of me. I was adopted after all, perhaps somewhere deep down within me I think that I don't deserve their love.
After all I'm a demon.
But now I do want to be a hero.
Not just for them… but for me.
To make myself proud.
If I can change myself and become a hero, a real hero, someone that attended U.A. and graduated with Class 1A, well wouldn't that be a good thing. Wouldn't that prove how much I've grown and changed.
Wouldn't that prove everything.
That in the end I became more than a demon, that I turned my life around for the better. That I wasn't a pathetic piece of shit that pushed others away, that I wasn't an arrogant asshole who thought himself to be better than everyone else. That was the journey I was about to embark on, and for once in my life.
I was happy for the future.
For my future.
Chapter 1: Done.
EDIT:
After nearly two years, this first chapter has finally been edited. And what an edit. Most 'unfunny' jokes were removed, since they were stuff like "Reject X Reject" and Sora going after his mother like Gon going after Ging.
The sparse humour in this chapter is reflected in the later chapters of this story, but there wasn't much humour in this chapter to begin with. Sora changed a considerable amount, even if his story is the same. In the original chapter he was more of a brat whereas here both his previous life and this life helped to mould him into a bully.
A victim turned into a bully that got a good kick up the ass.
I think that's a pretty good representation of Sora's character arc in this first chapter and sets up the rest of the next chapters even better than I intended the first time round. This really is his last chance to make things right, so you'll see the desperation soon enough.
After all the closer someone is to desperation, the more their true colours will be revealed. And the same can be said for Sora.
As has been said before, this entire story is Sora's journey to becoming a hero. Currently he things that becoming a hero is his shot at becoming a better person, and obviously those who are up to date know that his goals have changed considerably.
The point is that as Sora grows, so does his goals and why he wants to be a hero. He was largely a static character in this chapter until the very end, and that's by design.
Everyone else but him grew as a person.
He was the side character the entire time.
Poetic really, or at least I've tried to make it poetic. Anyways these edits for most chapters are substantial, but more so specifically these first few chapters that require the most amount of work.
So I'll see you soon for Chapter 2!
