"Aina, get up! It's time to get ready for school!" The words of my father A random man entered my ears, rousing me from slumber in my room a room I've never seen before. My head throbbed as the world flooded through me, conflicting ideas and identities smashing into each other like hostile waves in a stormy sea. Every part of my mind was fighting against itself trying to find out who I was supposed to be. Hands clenched tightly over my scalp as memory after memory rapidly flashed through my brain, each one threating to rip my mind to shreds.
I am Aina Tabada.
I am Adrian Teach.
I am the daughter of a loving single father.
I am the son of a loving pair of parents.
I unlocked my Quirk at the age of six, gaining minor telekinetic powers.
Quirks are a fictional power system from My Hero Academia.
I want to be a Pro Hero, to save people who need saving.
I want to make people smile, to make life fun.
I know Izuku Midoryia is a Quirkless hero nerd.
I know Deku will become the number 1 hero.
I…
I…
After what seemed like centuries of memories nailing themselves into my brain, I was left laying on my bed with a hand clutched over my eyes. As I pulled it away, I could see how dainty and feminine each finger was in spite of my poor vision and the low lighting of the room. This is my hand this isn't my hand. Both sets of memories demanded I put on my glasses put on my glasses, which was folded up on the nightstand next to my bed.
The moment I put them on, I looked around the familiar foreign room covered in pink flower designs. The sight almost seemed to ground me into which life I'm supposed to be living, the life of Aina Tabada.
"Is this reincarnation, or did I go insane?" I muttered to myself, swinging my not my legs off my not mine flower embroidered covers and onto the floor. Flexing my pinkie and thumb from my right hand, I felt my senses push out into the room. I was vaguely aware of the objects around me, everything from drawers, lamps, to standing decorations and more. With a harsh mental pull, I was able to pull a framed picture off the nearby shelf, and into my outstretched left hand.
Looking down, I saw a smiling young girl being held on the shoulder of a man that could only be described as 'salary worker' incarnate. They were standing in front of a newly purchased house; the deed being shown to the camera by the man. The girl's arms extended over her head in excitement, a bright smile plastered on her face that match the man's own. The sight of his smile sent a rush of familial love through my head, and my mouth twitched into a fond smile while looking down at the picture.
With still electric emotions making a mess of my mind, my legs carried me through the hallway of the house into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw brown hair reaching all the way down my back, and a feminine face that made one set of memories scream out that isn't me! I grasped my forehead as the conflicting memories gave me a headache, fading away only when I splashed some cold water onto my face. Regardless of whether or not my brain was literally at war with itself over my identity, I still had school today.
"Besides, I honestly doubt 'remembering your past life' and 'trying to hold on to your sense of self' would be acceptable excuses for being absent," I muttered to myself as I put did my hair into a pair of tightly made braids, framing the sides of my face.
When I was finished cleaning up, I walked into a small dining room kitchen combo. Sitting on one side of the square table was a black-haired man with similar glasses to my own, his face set into a concerned frown as he saw me. Jomei Tabada, my father a man I've don't know.
"Aina, are you ok? You look really pale." My breath caught in my throat, my mind screaming at me to do multiple different things yet at the same time telling me to do nothing.
He needs to know!
He can't know!
Dad will know what to do!
Nobody would know what to do!
Dad will help me!
He'll call me insane!
I'm not ok!
I'M FINE!
"I-I'm alright," I managed to force out as I took my seat. The spread on the table was a simple rolled omelet, a bowl of rice and vegetables, and some miso soup that I started drinking to calm my nerves. I almost wanted to start crying my head was hurting so bad, but there was nothing I could do to explain the mental mess I suddenly found myself trapped in.
In spite of my assurance, Dad's not my Dad eyebrows furrowed deeper. There were several long seconds of me trying to put on an aura of calm as his eyes searched for defects.
Just tell him Aina! It hurts!
Don't say anything Adrian, he'll throw you in a ward!
I might need one!
I know for a fact they won't give me any actual help!
After a minute or so of looking me over, Dad stop calling him that thankfully started picking at his own meal. Most of the meal was spent in awkward silence, time which I spent trying to organize my mental state. Every memory had to be carefully looked over, then put away under the proper identity. Knowing what was Aina and what was Adrian was going to be a crucial thing to figure out.
Aina just applied to UA, and the entrance exam will be in ten months.
Adrian watched the exam from Deku's perspective, where he used One for All for the first time.
Aina hasn't been training her Quirk all that much, hoping to get proper training once she's in the hero course.
Adrian only ever saw Aina in the first episode of My Hero Academia, where she was an unnamed background character that never made it into UA's hero course.
I nearly dropped my chopsticks when the memory flashed in my head, of a massive robot being demolished by a single smash of Izuku's Deku's fist. Adrian's memories… they're of the future. Thinking back, I remember seeing All Might defeat the sludge villain on the news just yesterday. That means…
Izuku's gonna get All Might's Quirk! Deku's going to become a hero!
I… don't dislike that idea as much as I thought I would. Whether it's the headache talking or these new memories, but I actually feel a sort of respect for Izuku. We never really talked, but I didn't antagonize him. Before today I felt neutral about him, but now I couldn't help but feel somewhat fond towards the green-haired boy.
Plus, he kind of looks like a rabbit.
Yeah, he's honestly kind of cut-
I shot up from my seat in surprise, the thought abruptly cut off as it short circuited. I did not just think that. Aina's father also was expectedly surprised by my sudden action, nearly causing him to drop the piece of omelet still held in his chopsticks.
"A-Aina, what's wrong?! Are you alright?" At this point he had stood from his seat as well, walking around the table and putting the back of his wrist to my head. The feeling of his cold hand on my forehead grounded me, taking me out of the strange idea that had appeared in my head.
"I…I'm fine, Dad. Just a headache." He pulled his hand back and relaxed slightly, his hand placed over his heart in exaggerated relief.
"Whew, you nearly gave this old man a heart attack. What happened, did you overuse your Quirk?" I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and care glowing from within his concern.
Why is he looking at me like that? We don't know each other.
"N-No, I think it's just a regular headache." The rest of breakfast was uneventful, something that I was extremely grateful for. It gave me a lot more time to figure out exactly what I was going to do.
The first thing I needed to do was improve my Quirk, and do some physical training on top of that. Adrian knew full well that Ainadidn't have what it takes to get into the hero course, and reviewing what both me's knew I couldn't help but agree. Given the fact that lifting even medium sized objects gave me a massive headache, and the level of power that would be needed in future battles being so much greater than Aina could have ever imagined. All for One, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, and so many more capable of so much death and havoc that it destabilized the entire country.
I can't face them as I am. I need to become stronger, and that will require training. Ten months isn't long enough to get anything meaningful done, so I'll need to do everything I can while I still have time.
My hands clenched, my pinkies and thumbs extending as my Quirk spread out around me. Reaching out, I grabbed my bag that was laid out on the coffee table. The heavy backpack lifted towards me with a shivering hover, and I could already feel the strain of the action beginning to settle in. It made a small part of Aina want to stop, but the thought was immediately stamped down by the flashing image of Shigaraki destroying an entire city with just a touch. How many people will be killed by that alone? Will Dad and I be caught up in it?
Like hell I'll let that happen!!
"Alright, I'm going."
"Bye, Aina-chan. Have a good day!"
"I will. Oh, and before I forget! I'll be home late tonight; I'm gonna start training for UA." Dad looked up from his dishes, looking at me with widened eyes. For a moment I was afraid he was going to say no, but he relaxed into a smile that reached all the way to his eyes.
"I see, in that case I'll pack you dinner to take with you as well." God, this man's too good for me.
"…Thanks, Dad. Love you." That feels so awkward I say it everyday.
"I love you too." A quick hug and an extra bento later I was off, heading towards the middle school of My Hero Academia's protagonist. It was honestly strange to think about, that the boy everyone considered to be worthless would soon become the most important rising star of the hero world. It would have been laughable if I hadn't already seen it through Adrian's eyes.
Like I said before, I didn't feel any particular way about Izuku. He was awkward, and his mumbling habit was a little strange, but seeing things from his perspective put his habits and insecurities in a new perspective for me. Of course he'd develop weird habits quirks, his life is misery incarnate and he was coping with his shitty life!
Damn it, I feel like such ajerk.
While walking to school, I combed over everything Adrian knew about what the future could hold. The entrance exam and the zero-pointer, the attack on the USJ, the sports festival, Internships and the summer camps. There was so much to look over and remember that I was only able to get to the fight with Stain looked through before I found myself in my seat, which was currently situated behind a certain green haired boy.
He looks completely exhausted.
His head slumped onto his desk, looking like death itself was trying to take him. Eyes set into heavy bags, with sand and sweat baked into his skin like a disgusting beach cocoon. I know that All Might trained him hard from the start, but the specifics of the schedule elude me. Whatever it was, it will only be harder if Izuku had to go through it mostly alone, even with his favorite hero and mother cheering him on.
"Hey Izuku, wake up," I said softly, tapping him on the shoulder. The boy shot up so fast it I couldn't help but jolt back.
"Uwaah!? Who said that!?" He yelled out in surprise, manically looking side to side as frightful tears began to well up in his eyes.
"…Behind you," I said simply, to which the future hero spun around and looked at me with a surprised expression.
"U-Uummm, oh. D-Did you need something?" He managed to stammer out the words. Had he been anyone else I would have been annoyed, but he's already going through enough. Knowing what his life's been like until now, I couldn't help but feel sympathetic.
Even though he's awkward, he can be pretty heroic when he wants to be.
"I need to talk to you later, meet me on the roof during lunch." I said simply, not wanting to give anything more away while we were surrounded by other students. The very idea that All Might had a transferable Quirk was absurd to me, but with other pieces of information checking out I need to at least consider it a possibility.
But what to say in order to confirm it.
Izuku became antsy over the course of class, muttering to himself so quickly I could only catch the words 'girl' and 'talk' from within the wave of quiet words he unintentionally put out.
"OI! SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITTY DEKU!" The ear-piercing voice of Katsuki Bakugou rang out through the room like an angry chihuahua, and it took every part of my will to try to not punch him in the mouth. I probably would have hit him if he continued to be an asshole, but both he and Izuku fell silent afterwards.
The morning classes were largely uneventful, the combined knowledge of Aina and Adrian being able to cover most information in the classes with ease. I even have a newfound fluency in English and even a little French thanks to Adrian.
If Aoyama wasn't a spy for the League of Villains, I would love to be friends with him.
I still think we could be friends. he's not a traitor by choice, after all.
Once class broke for lunch, I made my way up to meet with the future hero. My heart pounded in my chest at the idea of possibly exposing myself or looking stupid, but if I don't do this I'll never become a hero lots of people will die.
I wasn't under any impression that I would become strong enough to pass UA's entrance exam on my own. Whatever training plan I could come up with would most likely wouldn't be enough compared to something an experienced hero like All Might could come up with, especially with just ten months. If anyone could put me on the same level of people like Bakugou and Midoryia in that little amount of time, then it's All Might.
Izuku took a little longer to get to the roof than me, thankfully not being followed by anybody else as the door shut behind him. The boy looked freaked out once he saw me, freezing stiff like a statue immediately after laying eyes on me.
"Izuku, thank you for coming."
"U-Uh, n-no p-p-problem. You're Aina, right? Aina Tabada? Wha-what did you want to talk to me about?" Alright, here we go. Now's not the time to feel sorry sorry about this Deku.
Breath in
Breath out
"Yesterday, I overheard your conversation with All Might."