AN: Fair warning there will be MASSIVE AU right out the gate, The timeline will burn and die and the nonsense I'm writing will be raised in its place, It's a flat-out power fantasy for the SI, with the intention to almost re-write My Hero's story from the ground up. It's more for me than you, But I'd like reviews anyway, constructive criticism is always welcome, It will fall as more of a slice of life with the odd battle, but I'm not sure. There will be no schedule, I'll write when I write, That is all please enjoy.

"So it was an accident?"

"Yes."

"Well….Shit."

"Language."

"Sorry sir."

I stood in a cream and white void, Tall marble pillars stood in a large circle around us, However, my main concern was the biblically accurate angel just floating 15 feet from me.

(Biblically Accurate Angels (Artist: Jonas Pfeiffer)

My trouser-browning fear was however suppressed by the sadness of what they had said to me.

"The Divine Smite was intended for a demon that had slipped through to your realm, however, it had at the last yoctosecond stepped 3 nanometres to the left and you were caught in the confinement beam, Instant and permanent physical disintegration."

"Permanent?" I croaked out. I felt cold and hot at the same time, a rush of emotion and then nothing at once. The contradiction was playing havoc on my mind.

"Be calm." The angelic nightmare spoke.

And I was, like stepping into a warm towel after getting out of a bath gone cold, The panic drifted away and rational thought reasserted itself.

"So what now?" I asked.

"We have incurred a serious debt that must be paid in full."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Reincarnation."

"Oh."

"We have falsely ended a young life and must bring it back into continuity. We place you wherever you wish."

My mind spun at that, 'Wherever I wish' That was incredibly broad, "Anywhere? How broad is wherever I wish?"

"From fact to fiction, The realms of the Omniverse have no limit, From the idle imagination of a child to great epics written by authors, All realms exist and do not, Choose whatever your heart desires and we will send you there."

"Can I customise my appearance and powers?"

"You have something in mind, good, and yes, Let's get you something to interact with."

A grey floating screen appeared before me, 'Real gamer style' I thought. The menu functioned the same as Hero Forge, With a model in the centre, however, what was different was a MASSIVE set of options from the micro to the macro, which was overwhelming. I could never tell you how long it took or how many versions I made before my mind settled on my potential new form. If I'm going to spend my new life in this new body I need to be sure that I'm 100% happy with it.

Finally, I had my new body.

Tall and muscular with metallic silver skin that tint shifted to gold as the light caught it from changing angles, Black sclera with golden iris, Gold hair and eyebrows and A face and body that was sculpted from marble, The most prominent features were the two sets of gold and silver wings, The top set were massive, Easly 8 foot, with a total wingspan of 16 feet, the lower bottom set were smaller but not by much, Both sets started as a clean and strong gold and slowly change into silver by the tips of the feathers.

"We are pleased by this chosen form."

"Yeah, finally got it nailed down, My settings are for 7ft tall by 19 and all muscle, So, About those powers?"

"Your thoughts were loud and consistent, You want to 'Potion-danomi de Ikinobimasu!' this don't you."

"Yeah but as swords and armour instead, I want to be able to summon a swarm of swords or an army of angel armours and have them do exactly as I want, From a sword that grants a master swordsman's knowledge or armour that grants a healing aura, A sword with a super soldier serum in it, A whole set of every instrument! To summon them in any form and function I want, I want to be the ultimate hero!"

My excitement had gotten away from me at the end, I had thrown my hands up in the air and had a massive smile plastered across my face.

"We find this joyful, We find your aspiration gleeful, We grant these choices with warm hearts."

"Next we must choose what realm to send you to, You have one in mind I see."

"Yeah, My Hero Academia, To be born at the same time as Midoria, I want to be in 1A after all.

"The realm of heroes, My Hero Academia, To be born at the same time as Izuku Midoria, In Musutafu, Japan."

"Ah! Actually, could you make it Shizuoka Prefecture?"

"Of course, Why?"

"Well it's where Jiro lives and she was really my type, So I want to start a friendship with her early, play music together and if we start at the same school we can have the whole childhood friendship that always comes up in anime. I have a bad habit of humming all the time so I'm hoping we can bond over our love of music"

"You wish for me to make her keen on you?"

"No! No no, I want to get there on my own, It's already a bit weird that I know her so I want to get there on my own. Earn her friendship and love, otherwise, it's fake and I'd never know if she truly liked me for me. This may be a power fantasy in my head, but love should be real otherwise all this power and no one to share it with is a bit pointless, don't you think?"

"We are glad, To refuse that is a keen insight into your heart, We hope you will keep on such a path.

Now, all that is left is to choose is your origins."

"My what now?"

"Your parents and their place in the world, Rich, poor, loving or hateful, Do you have more siblings or are you an only child, we must settle these."

"Ah ok, got it, Let's go with being rich and owning some land so that I have a place to fly around and practice my quirk So I was thinking that I was the miracle baby for them, They had been trying for a long time and had just about given up when I came along, Then as I reached preschool age they both got promotions and have to spend more time at work."

"You wish for unattentive parents?"

"Yeah, this way I won't be spending all my time being watched and I can do all the crazy stuff I want to do. Plus I am autistic, Asperger's specifically, I'm on the low end but it makes me a bit out of touch with some social skills but makes me great a logic problems and the such, I don't think I've ever been lonely."

"Are you certain, We can change this but this sounds like a lonely life?"

"No thanks, It'll be alright, I have so many things to do, plus in the worst-case scenario I can just go hang out with any friends from school."

"Very well."

"With that, all of your choices have been made, your new life awaits, and your future will be interesting, We hope the powers you have chosen will serve you and the world well."

"Well, With great power comes great responsibility and all that."

"Well said, Fair well, Sakuma Kichirou, "

"Wait what was that?"

And with a brilliant shine of gold and warm light, everything went blindingly bright then pitch black. For a while I just floated in the black no real sense of up or down, then slowly a creeping sensation of warm rolled over my body, Then a sense of direction, Up and down and I was floating, I was floating upside down, It was warm and sticky, Then the warm and sticky tried to crush me from all directions.

'Ah! crap what the hell!?'

I screamed in my head, Then I saw a bright spot around the top of my head.

'Ah, I'm being born.'

'Better help mum and get out of here as fast as possible'

However, that was easier said than done as I realised two things simultaneously, something I had failed to take into account, One, wings, I have wings and I can feel the four wings on my back and then, Two, said wings are snagged on something.

'I need to fold them or I'm going end up with a dead parents trope origin story'

And so with what VERY little baby body control I had, I wrapped my top wings around my arms and my lower wings around my body, and with the offending limbs now out of the way I was free to enjoy the traumatic event of my birth. It is hard to describe the feeling of being born, it's not nice and the crushing pressure of the body around me was borderline painful, but after what I would guess to be about ten minutes I was born.

'At age 6 I was born without a face'

It was this exact meme that made me the baby who was born laughing. However, 10 seconds later I was screaming.

'God fuck it's bright, loud and cold! No wonder babies scream, This is sensory overload at its finest!"

Everything is a bright blur and it is just noise assaulting my senses, I can't make out any words or distinct shapes it's just a mess, Like staring at a whole dimension I'm not supposed to see.

'Fuck! Put me back I'm not fully cooked yet, Gimmie more time!'

For a moment I thought they might have as I was placed in warm water to clean me off, Then I was placed in a warm blanket.

'Ah, that's a bit better.'

And with no warning, Everything suddenly snapped into focus, Light and sound unexpectedly corrected themselves like a loose cable was plugged back in properly. I could see the room and the people and I could hear smoothly, The pain was gone, So I directed my attention to my surroundings.

"Look Fumi-chan! He's looking for his momma!"

I looked at the soft masculine voice, The first thing to note was the silver skin that covered his whole body, The tone seemed to shift to gold for a moment as the light caught it as he moved, He was a tall man, If the proportions of the room were to be trusted he stood around the seven-foot mark and a he was on the skinny side, He gave a real lanky man vibe, Not a shred of muscle, His face was soft and round leading to his short and swept back silver hair, His eyes had black sclera with silver eyes flecked with gold slivers.

"Hachi shush now, Hey my little bird!"

Holy crap, If you ever wanted to describe a voice made of golden silk, this was it. Mum was the classic Angel, Soft gold hair, piercing blue sapphire eyes, marble smooth skin and not a blemish on her. If I hadn't just got here you would think she was in the hospital for something else. On her back was only a single pair of wings and they were quite small for her frame, On closer inspection they didn't seem big enough for flight, I guess I'll have plenty of quirk questions later.

Mum and Dad held me and cooed and awed for a few minutes, The doctors would come and go for a short bit but as the minutes slipped by I fell into a deep sleep comforted by the warmth. When I woke it was dark and I was uncomfortable, I was wrapped a little tight and on my back, My wings hurt and I felt a deep need to stretch them out, I pushed and wiggled as best my tiny frame would allow with no success.

'Well then, No choice for it...'

"AY YO MA!"

The actual noise I made was better described as squawking distress, but it got the desired effect, Mum shot up like a lightning bolt. A soft yellow glow filled the room as Mum's wings began to glow, She pulled herself out of bed and came over to me in the hospital cot.

"What's wrong little feather?"

Her voice brought a sense of motherly love I had not expected and almost brought my struggle to a halt, I pulled and twisted the best my body would allow.

"Ah! Your wings! I'm so sorry Sakuma-chan!"

She scooped me up and took me to her bed where she held me close and unwrapped me, the pressure release was euphoric, I hadn't realised how bad it had been, With things much calmer I had time to take in my new body, Silver skin with the same refractive gold tint as Dad, The similarities stopped there, my tiny fingernails and toenails were gold and then there were my wings, Featherless chicken bones, God they were ugly to look at. But big, they were much larger than you would think they should be on my tiny baby body. I gave them a little wiggle.

And hit Mum in the face.

"Oh! Hahahaha!"

She placed a gentle hand on my wings and held them close.

"It's going to take a while to get used to those Sakuma-chan, And with twice the amount it might take even longer, Oh dear what a mess when you moult them."

I hadn't thought of that, When I designed them they were organic metal, Dropping metal feathers is going to be a problem. Well, when I get the other half of my quirk I'm sure I'll come up with a workaround, Probably. However, my ruminations were interrupted by the warmth of my mother's embrace and I was quickly back to sleep.

The weeks and months passed quickly, The harrowing of being cleaned after messing myself became mundane and fell into routine, Being fed baby food goop was not great but I made do, always focused on strengthening myself so I could gain the Holy Grail that is independent movement. I would spend nights constantly flapping until I ran out of stamina, which for an 8-month-old is not a lot, But slowly and consistently I was getting stronger, I would do my best attempt at push-ups and leg pulls I could, I'm going to be the best baby out there, It's going to be a race to see if I fly or walk first, I'm going to surprise the hell out of Mum and Dad.

The home was really cosy, I only ever saw my room, My parent's room and the living room but everything was well lived in and loved, Big fluffy sofas and cushions, thick fluffy rugs and knickknacks everywhere, One wall was solely dedicated to Heroes who were very clearly using support tools and little shelves with gadgets and models smattered about, Dad was very proud of his Hero wall and talked constantly about things he made and how they had helped.

Speaking of which, I had only seen Dad rarely in the last few months, The effects of my wishes taking root sooner than I had expected, and I regretted it, Every time he came by it was great, He was high energy and great to play with! He'd talk to me like an adult best friend, which is a bit weird for a baby but for my 19-year-old brain was a God send. I'd babble back as best I could but my body control just wasn't there yet, give it a few more months of secret practice we'll see then, It was also how I found out what my Dad's quirk was, Floating Metal, He could summon floating metal in any shape he wanted. He would gather energy in his body passively and then summon cubes of many sizes, the biggest one he made was a 3ft by 3ft cube that I could sit on and float around on, Dad holding me of course. He made lots of little toys for me to play with but after about ten or so minutes they would vanish and he would summon some more, He talked about how he could only keep larger ones up for a little while but he could make a tiny swarm to help with paperwork for much longer, Dad was a middle manager of the Hero support company Yaoyorozu…

'Well isn't that convenient, Angel-san.'

Well at least they have a solid reputation, I had worried that my parents worked at a black company. No, instead there were just workaholics, Just constantly drinking their workahol, And it showed in Mum too, She was going just a little stir crazy, she cleaned and dusted as soon as she got up, cooked a week's worth of ready meals and played with me, I think maybe my parents are also autistic and having me had to throw off all of their routines in a major way and it was showing in Mum, Small outbursts over tiny inconveniences, Stopping to take a breath to centre herself.

'I did this, My damn dream of early independence made them suffer, I know exactly how they feel, The uuuurrrgggg and plthaaaag feeling you can't identify, Because it's not frustration, it's more than that, It's the patterns and the familiarity that's lacking, the deep core sense of this is wrong and I have to fix it and put it back.'

'It's not the child's job to care for the parent, but I'm not a child, not really, My choices did this, The Angel warned me off, I was too self-absorbed to think about it and pushed it, they may not be the BEST parents but they love me with every bit of 'tism they got."

So I decided that the sooner they felt better about getting a sitter for me, the better. A focus, Mum needed a focus, I was really low-maintenance, I only cried when I was hungry or dirty and kept myself busy with my secret/not-so-secret training, My feathers were coming in, and at the moment Mum had been right, the little pin feathers and down feathers had been making a mess, None of them were sharp, yet, but the sheer number of them was mounting and the thickness was gaining weight, I hadn't tried a full strength flap yet, no maximum effort, Deadpool would be ashamed of me.

So once Mum was sitting on the sofa watching TV, I spun to sit facing her on the floor, with a determined look, braced myself and locked eyes with her. A look of confusion fell over her face, And I flapped hard, we both learned two things today, One, Holy crap do two sets of wings produce a lot of force, And Two, I had not accounted for time to counter flap.

Fortunately, this wall was made with plasterboard, so rather than smash my skull on a brick wall I just got stuck in it instead. It hadn't even hurt, barely a bump, So I laughed, Mum however was mortified and panicked fussing my head like I had split it with an axe, all the while I laughed. A few minutes later Mum had calmed and changed into delight at my first flight, Small victories.

Over the next few days, Mum's mood shifted from the slow-building irritation to a focus never before seen, She pulled out books upon books on flying, And much to the same rhythm as Dad, talked to me like I was an adult. Was this a family trait? Do they know I can understand them or do they just not know how to talk to kids? Well either way I learned what my Mum's Quirk was, Boost Wings, She would passively gather energy in her body and then emit it from her wings, Depending on the output it would do two things, One, Make her wings glow and then act as a jetpack, sweet, Then two, It would give her an additional set of spectral wings that boost her further. Mom also worked alongside Dad at Yaoyorozu Corp, Neat.

It now fully explained my quirk, Why it was going to be so broken, Two sets of strong energy-gathering passives, with only a single direction to go, I had the extra wings, So the summoning would get all the boosts. It wouldn't however explain the universe-bending parts, Swords that grant knowledge, Armor that heals, Super soldier serums and an army of Angels, So I'll need to find a way to explain that, Well the knowledge and extra functions can be hidden, just don't tell anyone, The healing would be harder but If I just say that I found a way to convert my energy to Vita Rays or something, I have years to figure it out.

I spent the next few months getting coaching from Mum on flight, We would go to an indoor quirk training club, Which had tall ceilings and deeply padded floors, It was an amazing time to spend with her, and I will always treasure these memories, Flying around with Mum was the best, It was in short bursts as my body just couldn't keep up but fun non the less and I knew exactly how to repay Mum for this. Eventually my secret speech and walking practice boar fruit and on the rare day Dad was home, I toddled up to both parents and my first words were,

"Mommy, Daddy, I love you!"

Tears and hugs were had, Good times.

Flying, Walking and Talking, all achieved within 9 months, I am the best baby.

Then one year passed, and my first birthday was a real event, a ridiculous amount of balloons, a massive cake and lots of gifts, Lots of various Hero toys and clothes and let me tell you AllMight face is very strange irl, The exaggerated smile and size is a little unnerving. But the clothes are really neat, The back has a flap that my wings go through and snap together at the bottom, very comfortable.

And then, two years passed, As time went on I saw Dad less and less and Mum was looking to get a sitter so she could go back to work, flying practice stopped, and Mum became less attentive and after about 3 months it happened, Some adorable mid 50's woman named Michiko showed up, She had deep blue cat ears on the top of her head and little whiskers coming from her nose, She would turn up in the mornings and take over for Mum, and then Mom would leave for work, Michiko would actually treat me like a baby, She never let me out of her sight for a moment, would fuss, coo and help me with my words. She was surprised at my mobility and helped me toddle about to get better.

This was the new normal, I saw Dad maybe once every two weeks, He stayed at work for lengthy periods and only seemed to come home because he remembered that he didn't live in his office and I saw Mum twice a week, she was up and gone before I was even awake most days and I only really caught her when she came back earlier on the weekends. It was sad, I missed them, I had made a massive mistake.

I regretted my choices. Angel was right.

But at three years old, It's time for Preschool.