Groaning as I sat up and rubbed my head, I looked around at the room. It was rather bland; a vague baseball theme being the only thing that implied that it wasn't just a guest room. I didn't mind though, I was never much for decorating.

Climbing out of bed, I startled at my height. I was used to being a lot taller than this. As I was before I died, I was slightly taller than average. Now I'm like, two feet tall. Sighing, I stumbled my way into the kitchen. A woman stood at the stove with a baby settled on her hip. Noticing me in the doorway, she handed the baby to me without saying a word. I stared at the flesh lump I now held, and it stared back. Then it started to cry, its pacifier falling out. I caught it and shoved the saliva-covered end back in the baby's mouth, fortunately shutting it up.

Holding the disgusting creature awkwardly, I made my way through a door into what I assumed was the living room. I spotted a crib in the corner of the room and speed-walked over to it, plopping the child into it immediately. Then I went searching for a bathroom to wash my hands - and probably my forearms too. I found it relatively quickly—it wasn't a very large house—and beelined for the sink. Halfway done washing my arms, my memories hit me. I was 4 1/2, had a terrible, single mother, and I lived in Great Britain. Fitting. We were going to a quirk doctor soon to learn when I'd be getting my quirk and what it will be. Hopefully, ROB came through with my power.

Wait, quirks? Am I in My Hero Academia? Scouring my memories, I quickly realized that yes, yes I was. Turning off the water, I grabbed the old hand towel on the counter and dried my arms. My mind drifted. How do I get to Japan? What year is it? How old is Midoriya? Are the others from that weird room here too? How do I find them?

A voice called from the kitchen. "Get in here Silver!" I made my way to the kitchen, determinedly ignoring the once again crying child. The woman—apparently my mother—glanced up as I walked in. "Get two bowls, a bottle of baby food and your brother." I obeyed, although I held the still sobbing flesh lump as far from me as I could. After a silent dinner (other than the baby wailing in between bites - or would it be swallows?), I went back to my room, staring at the wall. Somehow, I fell asleep.

-Four Days Later-

"Well, young man, it seems you have quite the unique quirk." The lady said, smiling at her clipboard. I tilted my head, keeping my expression mild, despite how annoying her voice was.

"What do you mean?" The woman who called herself my mother asked, bouncing my brother lightly.

"The scans came back with signs of interference, which often involve glitch-related abilities." The doctor explained. "I cross-checked his scans with his father's, and your son's quirk seems to be a stronger version of his father's." With that, she turned to me. "Do you know what you want to name your quirk or do you want some time to think about it?" I considered the question for a minute, and just as the doctor sat up and opened her mouth, I cut her off.

"Glitch." I said simply, even as I thought to myself, "Ultimate Reality Hacker." She paused for a moment, then lowered her pen to her clipboard, scribbling the name down.

"Alright, Glitch it is." She said.

-Two days later-

"Mum, can I go to UA?" I asked. She glared at me.

"Do you think we have the money for that?" She demanded. I winced at the volume of her words.

"Wouldn't you like to be able to tell people your son is a famous hero?" I tried. She considered that for a moment. "I'll give you ten percent of the money I make in my first year as a hero," I added.

"Fifteen percent." She said, turning away. I mumbled out an, "Okay," and left. Back in my room, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was practically guaranteed I would be going to UA now. Once Mother said something would happen, it would. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she had a premonition quirk. Then I paused. What was my mother's quirk?