My name is Wazawa Sotoki, and I will change the world.

It isn't some arrogant boast, nor an oath I have sworn. It isn't a wish of mine, and it isn't a duty thrust upon me. It is simply the truth. Ever since I awoke my power — my quirk — my fate was sealed, though I did not know it at the time. For good or for bad, the world will change as a result of my existence.

When I first awoke to my quirk when I was 3 years old, I thought nothing of the strange feeling I got looking at certain things. I merely thought it was cool how I could open up holes and gain extra appendages on my body. Things like the year, news of heroes, or even just the word quirk evoked an odd feeling of unease. I also never paid much mind to the way my thoughts changed whenever I used my quirk.

I would go nearly a decade shrugging these oddities as nothing important, until one fateful day when, fuelled by the stupidity of puberty, more than just a tendril emerged from my powers.

~X~

"Ahh, why is there nothing to do in this backwater town?" I complained. I'm sure that city kids could do so much more when on break, while I could only walk around a small rural town that I had already fully explored years ago.

Being 14 really sucked here. I was too old to entertain myself at a park like the pre-schoolers did, but I was too young to start working. And god, doesn't that sound weird? A teenager wanting to work because he had nothing to do during summer break.

I couldn't even rely on my usual pass-time of browsing the internet and posting rants on various forums, because someone had caused damage using their earth-manipulation quirk and broke the internet lines. So until the service provider could get around to sending someone out to the boonies to repair it, I was stuck with no internet and nothing to do.

What do people who don't spend much time online do? I glanced over at the squealing I heard to see a bunch of little kids messing around in the park. One had a mutation quirk that gave him wings and was hovering chasing after his friends. Heh, reminds me of better times. When I first got my quirk, no one could stop me from using it to swing from anything I could wrap around.

Huh, that might be fun, actually. I could go into the forest and test how well I did now compared to my younger self. I never found any drawbacks to overusing it either, come to think of it. I mean, I could have a quirk with amazing potential that I never fully realised until now! Then I could become a hero and move out of this dull place.

I went about ten minutes into the forest at the edge of civilisation and ran a finger down my bicep. With instinctive ease, a dark slit appeared where my finger ran, before it expanded to roughly the width of my hand, revealing a black void. Within less than a second a tentacle over a meter long erupted out the hole, pitch black. It kind of reminded me of those pictures of vantablack, a substance dark enough that it doesn't look real. Despite knowing my tentacle was three dimensional, it was hard to tell it was so dark.

I wrapped the appendage around a low hanging branch that looked sturdy enough and ran, swinging myself upwards with my momentum. Finally, some form of excitement! At the apex of my swing, I opened another hole on my opposite forearm and wrapped that tendril around a different tree, continuing my swing even further. I kept swinging, wind sweeping through my silver-blue hair. I nearly crashed into a tree that had partially fallen, but managed to use two tentacles to grab on to a tree on either side of me, bringing me to an abrupt halt and winding me.

I dropped back to the ground, catching my breath, and decided to try something new with my quirk. I know that I can use it to swing from tree to tree, but what about lifting? Every kid dreams of becoming a hero at least once in their life, and rescuing is an important part of hero work. I wonder how much I can lift with just my quirk? And lucky me, I have a very heavy object in front of me that was partially collapsed.

I sent out an average sized tendril, this one almost 3 meters long, and wrapped it around the middle of the trunk. I tried lifting but to no avail. How about two then. The second joined the first and began to make some progress. Sweat began to drip down the side of my face and I strained with concentration.

The tree began to groan as it broke under the pressure of my tentacles. That was no good, I needed to be able to lift debris without it breaking. I sent out another 'arm' and supported the upper part of the trunk. When I was younger, I could only send out three tentacles at a time, but now it seemed I could do so much more. The tree was still was cracking under the pressure. I began to feel an odd sensation in the back of my head. Another one to support the third. The trunk was stable now, but to fully lift the tree, more power was needed.

We sent out another two of our limbs, wrapping around the bottom of the object. 6 gates were now open on our body, more than we had ever needed before. Our physical muscles began to quiver from the focus we were putting into our task. With a almighty groan, the plant was fully uprooted and held aloft purely by the strength of six of our arms.

Since we already had an object in our grasp, we should probably test the grip strength of our black arms. It was a relatively simple affair, just applying more pressure on the limbs that held the once-planted tree. The wood began to groan as it was slowly crushed under the sheer pressure our limbs could exert. And then, with a pop, it shattered.

Time seemed to slow down. We had not considered how close our physical form was to the tree. A sharp chunk flew towards our eye, the size of a small rodent. We had to protect ourselves. The foreign arms couldn't move fast enough. The physical limbs were too weak to stop it.

We opened a gate over our face.

The seventh gate opened.

The world went dark.

~X~

I drifted through the empty nothingness, unable to move my body. Or more precisely, having nothing to move. I was in a world where nothing existed. Until it did. With a burst of light, the world became more than just the black void it once was, now filled with limitless potential. The light spread out, and eventually more than just light began to form. Small specks flew at nigh-impossible speeds and collided with each other, release a smaller blast of light. More and more started to appear, before they eventually slowed and clumped together.

At first, they were just balls of light, but eventually other objects began to form. I watched as massive balls formed, burnt, and exploded, and from their remains more matter began to form.

I looked back to where I started — where the light first appeared — and saw the endless darkness waiting in its centre. It was the centre point of this world, and also every at the same time. It reached out to me with its abyss-like limbs, not just dark, but devoid of anything at all, like the world it once inhabited. The tendril touched my head and I knew.

I knew how my world once was, and what it will become. I knew of people I had never known, of people I could never have met, and events long lost to time. I knew what the world was like before quirks, and how it should have gone had they never appeared.

I most importantly, I knew something that would shake the most rational of academics. A fear long possessed but dismissed due to its impossibility. I knew that my world was nothing more than the thoughts of a person put to paper.
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My eyes shot open. I was stood in an unfamiliar environment. It looked like a war zone, the ground cut in deep troughs as if shot by a cannon, trees upturned and shattered. It took me a good minute to realise I hadn't moved at all from when I fell unconscious. This was just the destruction I had caused.

And then I remembered the… dream? vision? I had. Already the details were beginning to slip, but the most important thing remained. Whatever that thing I saw was, it somehow gave me some vague memories from another person. A person who had lived in the 21st century, over 200 years ago. Someone who lived in a world without quirks, but vaguely knew about them.

My Hero Academia. That's what the series was called. A world that seemed to perfectly match up to my own world. One that by what I could tell, was going to get a lot worse. Too bad the guy I got my memories from barely watched or read the series at all, so I have no clue what was in store for the future.

Well, I did say I was bored. I looked around at the destruction I had caused while out. I struggled to clearly remember what exactly happened after the fourth hole I opened, it was a bit foggy, but I knew that I had a total of seven before falling unconscious. That was the limit I could do safely. Probably shouldn't use that many around other people though.

I let out a low whistle. "That's quite some damage, though. Complete devastation in a what? 10-meter radius? If I can figure out how to control that I could be a great hero."

Ah, yes. I probably should become a hero. I knew that UA would be the place to be, assuming I wasn't massively before the… story. It feels weird calling it that. But anyway, UA. Even if I was early, UA was nationally known as the most prestigious hero academy. The education I could get there was top-notch.

Hm, though the entrance exam might be a bit tough. I needed to prepare mind, body, and quirk to make it in. I was pretty confident in my brain. Not to brag, but I believed myself to be quite intelligent. Probably best to study just to be sure. And my quirk just needed more testing like I did today to get me used to using it in an active situation — probably not as destructive though. And then came body. I looked down at my lanky and stick thin arms and sighed.

Well, no pain no gain. I began to jog back into town. It was going to be a long six months, but if I could help prevent the damage that was coming in the future it would be worth it.