"Go take a swan dive off the roof if you really want a quirk so badly!!"

Something sparked within Izuku as Bakugo said those words. He'd withstood years of torment by the blonde, but telling him to kill himself was a crossing line too far for Izuku to handle.

Izuku near immediately turned around filled with a mix of rage and bitterness, suddenly finding the courage to give a response to his tormentors.

Amused by Izuku's sudden bravery, Bakugo raised his hand and created a few small explosions in his hand as a reminder.

"Yeah? what?"

Any bravado Izuku felt in the moment instantly vanished like the wind. After all, what could he do to someone like Kacchan who had a quirk, and a very powerful one at that. Any attempt at retaliation would simply make things worse.

Seeing his sudden shift back to submission, Bakugo and his lackeys simply laughed at how pathetic the whole situation was and left the classroom, leaving Izuku alone to wallow in misery.

After their interaction, Izuku somehow found his way outside of the school, trying to salvage what remained of his notebook from the koi tank that it landed in.

As he tried to stop the Koi fish from consuming what remained of his notebook, his hopelessness began to truly fester

I really am a useless Deku huh?

What do I even have in this life?

He would never amount to anything.

He was a disappointment to those around him.

Why did he even bother?

Maybe Kacchan's right.

Sometimes, a single sentence can plant seeds of thought that grow to bear disastrous fruits.

At the moment, Izuku was on the rooftop of Aldera Junior High, preparing for his "swan dive".

He was too scared choose any other ways out like hanging or slitting his wrists out of fear of the pain. Instead he'd chosen a way that was the quickest to guarantee his end.

It was surprisingly easy to get onto the rooftop the school, given that the school was near-empty during afterschool hours. More surprising however, was the fact that the door to the rooftop wasn't locked, easily giving any student direct access to the rooftop.

Nonetheless, even if the door to the rooftop was locked, he wouldn't have been deterred. A random classroom on the third floor with a window view was also a possible place to carry out the deed.

Izuku removed his shoes, placing them near the railing beside his backpack. He didn't want anyone to think that there was foul play involved. After all, he chose this.

Inside his backpack, was a note explaining his decision. In the note, he'd asked his mom not to blame herself since it wasn't her fault, that she was the best mom he could ever wish for. He expressed his self-loathing as a quirkless person, of how he was done and of how he decided it would be better to move on to another life, where maybe he wouldn't be so different and where he wouldn't be useless to everyone around him.

Despite Kacchan's involvement leading up to his choice, Izuku chose not to mention him in his note, as he didn't want to implicate Kacchan as a factor in his seemingly negative choice and ruin Kacchan's future prospects and dream of being the best hero in the world.

A deku like him didn't deserve to stain someone else's future.

He stared forward into the view of the city, trying to enjoy the view and to prevent himself from looking down and feeling afraid for what he was about to do. It felt calming, at the very least.

Izuku took a deep breath, readying himself for his final deed in life. Mustering the will to move his useless body, he shut his eyes as tightly as he could and leaned forward over the railing, letting gravity finish the job.

As he fell feeling the wind, he only had one thought.

I'm sorry everyone.

In less than a second, Izuku's body impacted into the ground, creating a loud smacking thud. The force of the fall had fractured multiple parts of his body, including his skull, spine and limbs, all shattering into several pieces. Blood began to rapidly flow out the wounds he received, staining his green hair along with parts of his uniform red. The ground around his dying and mangled body was stained a deep red. The damage he suffered quickly sent his body into shock, rapidly rendering him unconscious. Any passerby who stumbled upon the sight wouldn't be wrong to assume that he was dead.

On that day Izuku Midoriya should have died a gruesome death.

Instead he was blessed by the heavens and survived.

But he would not survive unchanged, for his soul had been transformed, having warped into something that was not of his world.

In the another world…

"What's your name?"

Megumi's eyes widened in bewilderment.

What the hell? Why would he ask a question now? And why ask my name of all questions?

The man standing before Megumi who wielded a sharpened edge of Playful Cloud stared intently, halting his attempts of ending Megumi's life to await a response.

Megumi at this point, had virtually run out of options. Physically he was at his limit, nearing collapse and only kept standing by the adrenaline flowing throughout his body and an intense desire to not die.

That wasn't his only issue though. His cursed energy reserves were nearing zero, having been mostly exhausted during his domain clash with the octopus-headed special grade cursed spirit and even more exhausted from his showdown with the monstrous man in front of him who didn't emit even a drop of cursed energy. His all or nothing gamble at a surprise attack on said man also failed pathetically, as said man simply backstepped to dodge said stab from Megumi.

The man wasn't something he could defeat or outrun even under normal circumstances. It was foolish of him to envision a future of him doing so. He was facing a beast cloaked in the skin of a man. Only a something no lesser than a miracle could allow him to survive.

Dropping his cursed tool, Megumi angled his fists, readying himself to summon his 10th and most dangerous shikigami. Said shikigami was never tamed throughout the history of its existence and had the power to rival Satoru Gojo, currently the strongest sorcerer alive. Summoning it in his current state would most certainly guarantee his death. However, at the very least the man hunting him like his rabbits would also be guaranteed to go down with him, leaving no victors.

Upon hearing the strange man's question however, Megumi was briefly stunned.

Overcoming his initial surprise, he decided to tell the man his name, concluding that telling or not telling the man his name likely wouldn't make a difference in the fight's outcome.

"Fushiguro..." he replied, slight confusion lacing his voice.

Near instantly, the man's demeanour changed. The neutral and blank expression on his face changed, his mouth beginning to warp into a sombre smile. The void-like darkness of his sclera began to fade, returning to the whites of normal eyes. A sense of clarity and awareness also appeared to wash over the man, as if waking up from a long dream.

And that was exactly what Toji Fushiguro felt in the moment.

Realizing that he was fighting his own son, Toji had very briefly regained his senses, breaking free of the spell he was under and returning to a normal state of mind, unclouded by an overwhelming lust to fight the strongest opponent in his vicinity.

Not even experiencing an afterlife, he'd reawakened near instantaneously after his first death to find himself as a puppet of carnage, one that wouldn't stop until it broke. Somewhat aware of this fate, Toji firmly decided on his next action.

He knew that there was only one thing he could do to ensure his son's safety, lest he lose himself to the effects of the seance technique again and actually succeed in ending his son's life.

"It's not Zen'in, huh?"

Upon uttering that response, Toji slowly and calmly angled the sharpened edge of his once long and blunt cursed tool at the side of his head. In one swift and graceful motion that was faster than what Megumi could perceive, Toji rammed the sharpened edge of the Playful Cloud baton into his head, piercing his skull. He proceeded to twist it, allowing the edge to fully lodge into his cranium and guaranteeing a deathblow.

Now Megumi was really confused.

The man who'd tried so hard to kill him earlier was now comitting suicide after he'd revealed his name?

He couldn't even stop or ask the man any questions, as the man's in-process suicide had happened so fast that he couldn't even react in time to give a proper response.

As Toji felt his consciousness fading and his body shutting down, he simply stared at his extremely confused son, feeling a sense of strange and grateful pride for his son that was and would be a better person than he ever was.

He felt a drop of liquid roll down his cheek and heard it splash onto the ground, his heightened senses still unatutally sharp even as he neared death's door. Though he wasn't sure whether it was blood flowing from the puncture wound or a tear from his eye.

Toji had firmly believed that he'd never shed a tear again after his wife's death.

Maybe he was wrong.

With his last breath, Toji passed his final words to his son before he died a second time.

"I'm glad."

Looking back in his life, he wondered if things could've been better for Megumi if he hadn't left.

If he wasn't a coward to overcome his past.

If he'd made the effort to live up to his wife's hopes for him.

What would she think of me?

His wife had pulled him out of the trauma born of his past, helping him believe that he'd truly been healed from the mental scars during the years when he was treated as less than human in the Zen'in clan.

She managed to repair a very broken man.

Yet upon her death from natural causes, said man went right back to being broken, even more perhaps, returning to his vices and worse.

Furthermore, he'd allowed his pride to overcome his instincts. In hindsight, he should've hightailed the hell out the moment he saw a very insane dead man walking. Instead he fought a battle he had no chance of winning in the first place, getting himself killed for essentially nothing in the process.

Too late to do anything now.

Toji could only admit that hard truth as he neared death.

Knowing that his son kept his name, along with dying to save his son and dying on his own terms allowed Toji die gladly, as he'd fulfilled a purpose, unlike the first time.

In both times, he thought of Megumi.

How ironic.

He'd always loved the son he abandoned no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he didn't care.

Closing his eyes for the final time, Toji accepted his fate, uncaring of whatever that awaited him.

With that, Toji Fushiguro died a second time, leaving the world of sorcerers and curses once again.

Death however, was not the true end for Toji Fushiguro, for his soul and memories reawakened in another world far more different than his own.

Izuku slowly rose to the surface of consciousness, escaping from the depths of his mind, gradually awakening from his deep slumber and becoming increasingly conscious and aware.

In his swim to the surface however, he was bombarded by foreign memories that flooded his mind and soul.

In his memory of this world, there was no such thing as quirks, only jujutsu and sorcerers.

The first memory of note he experienced was when his "mother" hung herself from a cherry tree, after realizing he didn't have something called "cursed energy".

He heard some of his relatives talking about how her body spoiled the view.

It certainly did.

"Even the weakest, most pathetic monkeys have a tiny drop of cursed energy. But you…"

"You have nothing"

Then he remembered years upon years of abuse, where he was thrown into a chamber filled with horrible creatures that he could never even imagine existed. All of this was in the name of "special" training. There were dozens of them in the chamber. Almost every single day, he fought for his life, trying his hardest to kill every creature in there, using his fists and anything he could get his hands on, even using his teeth at times and biting madly at the creatures in hopes of hurting even one of them.

Cursed spirits they were called.

When the pain was too much to bear or when his body gave in to exhaustion, the creatures swarmed him like flies to a corpse, eating him alive.

In those moments he wanted the pain to end so badly.

But no matter how much damage he suffered, both mentally and physically, his body would never give in to the injury. He would always awaken on a bed covered in bandages, having been carried out by someone before death could take him away.

The moment that he recovered from his injuries, he would be thrown back into the chamber, repeating the cycle of torment. In between his normal and "special" training that lasted for hours on end, he felt himself lose track of time and his surroundings.

Because it's all filled with the same pain.

Whenever he got used to the same pain, a new one would come along

And all he could do was to endure it.

Endure it.

Endure it.

ENDURE IT!

On one fateful day when he was 14 years old, everything changed.

He was in the chamber, enduring the same pain as usual.

Somehow, on that day he'd been driven the closest he'd ever been to death.

A large cursed spirit resembling a lizard landed a particularly critical blow on him, throwing him into a wall with enough force to break it. The blow was aimed at his chest, shattering his ribcage and partially collapsing one of his lungs.

As he lied on the floor coughing up blood, struggling to breathe, he thought that he'd finally die for good.

At least I'll be free.

But instead of death claiming his soul, something awakened within him.

He grabbed a piece of debris from the wall that was strewn on the ground. His body hurt so much, but he didn't care. He rushed the cursed spirit, grappling himself onto the spirit and slamming the rock into its head.

Again.

Again.

And again.

He couldn't remember much of what happened after that. He only recalled being covered in blood and being baked in the stench of cursed spirits when they came to bring him out of the chamber.

He once overheard a few of the clan members talking about how many cursed spirits there were in the chamber. Apparently there were about 50, mostly ranging from grade three and grade two with a few grade ones in the mix.

He fucking killed all of them.

From that day onwards, whenever they threw him into the chamber again, he would emerge unscathed and smiling. They could no longer torment him, not when he enjoyed it.

No matter what was down there, he would kill it and relish every moment of it.

Ah, the thrill.

A few years later, he heard some gossip about how he the entire clan was at his mercy, of how he could kill everyone in the clan whenever he wanted to. Even the Hei, lead by the clan head Naobito Zen'in would be powerless to stop him. Everyone knew it but no one wanted to admit it; he was the strongest person in the Zen'in clan. Once they realized it, everyone in the clan began to fear him, even Naobito.

Fortunately for the clan, that moment would never come to pass, as he'd left the clan soon after.

After leaving the clan, he worked as an assassin, becoming the infamous "Sorcerer Killer" in the Jujutsu world, successfully completing over two hundred contracts and bounties. Yet he felt aimless, doing it for the money and to pass time. Because that's all he learned to do.

Killing.

Despite the circumstances, he managed to find love and started a family. Those were the happiest moments of his life. He even had a son. When his wife died however, his life reverted back to his old ways as if nothing had happened.

At first there was no major change, but everything went downhill the moment he decided to take that job to kill the snow-haired boy with the Six Eyes and Limitless.

The end result of this job was his death, leading to his unnatural revival and a series of blurry experiences that resulted in his death again.

All these were the memories of Toji Fushiguro.

Izuku experienced all of these memories first-hand. He felt everything.

The pain, the struggle, the wrath.

He felt it all.

When experiencing and living in those memories, he wasn't himself, he was Toji Fushiguro.

In fact he'd become Toji Fushiguro.

Or was he always Toji Fushiguro?

Essentially, he lived an entire lifetime in a flash. Izuku Midoriya didn't exist in that lifetime.

Wha… who am I?

The memories and experiences of the two very different lifetimes deeply confused his mind. After all, suddenly receiving a second set of memories and experiences completely different to your original life was bound to scramble anyone's mind.

Am I Toji Fushiguro?

Or Izuku Midoriya?

Toji Midoriya?

Izuku Fushiguro?

God, thinking about it in that way sounded corny as hell.

Eventually, he somehow felt the shape of his soul, as strange as it sounded. He didn't know how to describe it, he simply felt it.

Feeling the shape of his soul, he discovered that his soul was a fusion of Izuku Midoriya and Toji Fushiguro's souls. However, Izuku Midoriya was still the base of the soul despite fusing with Toji's soul.

That means I'm still Izuku.

As he arrived at this conclusion, Izuku neared the surface of consciousness, ready to face whatever that came next.

Izuku's eyelids began to flutter open, slowly but gradually opening. He could tell that he was lying down, feeling himself laying on a soft mattress with a pillow under his head, covered by a comfortable blanket. His face was turned upwards to the ceiling with lights blinding him, causing him to wince. Once his eyes had gotten used the light, he tried to rise up to a sitting position despite his body aching with pain.

As he slowly sat up, he felt someone rushing over and hugging him.

It was his mom.

She was bawling her eyes out, the tears flowing out without reservation mixed with fragments of sentences and broken words that escaped her quivering lips in a desperate attempt to articulate the concern and shock she felt.

Awkwardly, Izuku could only hug back as he let his mom cry a river for about a minute or so before she calmed herself down enough to say something that sounded coherent and understandable.

However, in the midst of hugging her he noticed something strange. There was light surrounding her in the shape of her body, almost like an aura that was radiated by her body. He couldn't find words to describe the colour of the light, as its colour was beyond what the human mind could conventionally perceive.

Upon laying his eyes on this phenomena, Izuku immediately knew what it was.

The shape of the soul.

The shape of the soul appeared as a strange light that encompassed the body. The body is the soul, and the soul. Izuku understood this very clearly. In spite of this, the shape of the soul was not completely static; it undulated and shifted in response to the individual's thoughts, memories, and emotions. However Toji- no, Izuku could never fully understand how it shifted, he could only perceive it.

So this is what Toji sees, guess I'll have to get used to it.

"Izuku, you-you're finally awake! *heave* Please, please don't you ever dare doing anything like that again, I'm so sorry-"

"Mom it's not your fault." Izuku interjected.

He recalled his life as Toji, where he'd never felt love or compassion from anyone except his wife.

Shit that felt weird think about.

Tears also began to well up in his eyes, streaming down slowly.

"I-I should be the sorry one here, what I did hurt you the most," he continued on, not wanting to see his mom to blame herself for his stupid horrible mistake of trying to take his own life.

Having Toji's memories and experiences allowed him to truly appreciate his life as Izuku, even as a quirkless person he'd never suffered as much and as severely as Toji did.

More importantly the experience had allowed him to value his family even more than ever, especially his mom.

Eventually, once both of them calmed down enough from their sobbing session. Izuku began to ask questions about what had happened.

"So… what happened after I fell?" he queried sheepishly, cringing mentally at his decision.

"Some passerby's found you and called for an ambulance. According to them, they thought you were dead, but one of them mustered the courage to check your pulse and found that you were still alive.

Inko's face shifted into a slightly grim look, paining to continue her account.

"T-The doctors said that you'd fractured your skull and spine, along with a few limbs. Several of your internal organs were badly bruised, a few of your muscles also tore. The worst injury was the brain haemorrhage. Initially, they said that even if you woke up you'd likely be a vegetable. I-I was so scared. You underwent so many surgeries." she recalled.

Suddenly, her tone shifted slightly into that of disbelief, as if she was thinking of something she couldn't understand.

"But then a few days after all the surgeries were done, the doctors told me your body was recovering at an unbelievable rate. They said that in your condition it would have taken a minimum of one year for your body to fully recover. But somehow your body had already been healed from up to 75 percent of the injuries.

A slight smile crept onto Inko's face, "they even asked me if I was lying when I told them that you didn't have a quirk."

"How long was I out for?" Izuku questioned after hearing his mom's explanation of events.

"If we count today, then you've been comatose for 6 days," she replied.

"Are there any lasting effects from the injuries?" he continued.

"I'm not so sur- oh right! I'm supposed to get the doctors here once you woke up, they can explain it better than I can. Just give me a moment while I get the doctors ok, Izuku?"

"Sure mom," he approved.

Temporarily ending their conversation, Inko smiled and left the room to get the doctors, leaving Izuku alone in the room.

Taking a look around the room, he found nothing special. The room resembled the hospital rooms you'd see in movies and shows. Clean, white, filled with medical equipment. The usual.

There was an armchair in the corner, likely were his mom sat while she waited for him to awake from his coma.

Finishing his survey of his surroundings, he looked began to inspect his body, finding himself clothed in a hospital gown. His body ached slightly when he moved, but it wasn't too bad. Compared to what he experienced as Toji, this was nothing.

Expectedly, his hands and legs were bandaged, along with a few bandages that he could feel covering his chest. Notably there was an IV tube connected to his left wrist. But what arguably shocked him the most the fact that he was wearing a fucking adult diaper. Never in his life would he think to find himself wearing an adult diaper. But it was understandable, considering that he was in a coma. Luckily, he didn't wake up with piss or shit in the diaper.

Sighing, Izuku placed his right hand on to his face in shame. Upon doing so however, he received his second shock after awaking from his coma.

There was a wound dressing patch on the right side of his face, more specifically covering a part of his cheek and the edge of the right side of his lip.

Shit, that scar followed me here?!

He always hated that scar. It was the first scar he'd received after being thrown into the chamber as Toji. It was the greatest reminder of what he'd suffered.

So much for the body being the soul, and the soul being the body.

In all honesty he should've expected this when he realized that Toji's soul had fused with his.

On the subject of souls, it seemed that he had retained his Heavenly Restriction from his lifetime as Toji. Given his ability to perceive the shape of souls and healing factor, this fact was undeniably confirmed. Whether he would or should pass it off as a quirk was a different matter he'd worry about later.

Removing his hand from his face and glancing at said hand, Izuku merely smiled.

He wondered how a Heavenly Restricted person would interact with this world of quirks.

But one thing was for certain.

It was going to be interesting.