There was no light at the end of the tunnel.
No warm, beckoning voice. No ancient gatekeeper with a clipboard ticking off my name. Just the sensation of falling—weightless, breathless, thoughtless. The quiet between life and whatever came next.
And then…
I woke up.
Not like I woke up from a nap. Not even woke up from a coma. I mean, rebooted. Like someone hit CTRL+ALT+DELETE on my soul.
The first thing I noticed was noise. Loud, chaotic, and terrifying. People shouting. Machines beeping. The faint sound of someone crying.
The second thing I noticed was that I was crying.
My throat burned with the strain of it. My limbs flailed, weak and stubby. My hands—no, my tiny fists—waved in the air like I was trying to fight gravity.
And then I saw a face.
A woman leaned over me, tears streaking down her cheeks, hair damp with sweat. Her smile trembled as she cradled me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
"Kaito," she whispered. "My little Kaito…"
A strange warmth bloomed in my chest. A name. A mother. A new life.
Wait—what the hell is happening?
I wanted to scream in English, but all that came out was more baby wailing. A nurse's voice spoke Japanese behind her.
"I'm… I'm in Japan?" I thought. "Why do I understand this?"
Then another nurse passed by the room, her hair floating around her like seaweed, glowing faintly with a soft blue hue.
My breath hitched.
That's not normal.
And then I saw it—through the open door, a man was floating outside the window. Floating. Just hovering three stories above the ground like it was no big deal, scrolling on a phone.
And suddenly it clicked. All of it.
The glowing hair. The Japanese hospital. The faint memory of my death…
"Oh my god," I thought. "I've been reincarnated into My Hero Academia."
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The last thing I remembered about my old life was sitting in my dorm room, halfway through a bowl of dry cereal, watching a reaction video at 2 a.m.
I laughed at a joke, inhaled at the wrong moment, and choked on a cereal flake. Next thing I knew, I was flopping around, vision going dark, heart pounding in my ears.
That's it.
That's how I died.
Not in a blaze of glory. Not heroically saving a cat from a burning building. Just me and a lethal spoonful of Cinnamon Toast Crush.
I always joked about wanting to be in anime. To get isekai'd. But this?
This was something else.
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The months that followed were strange. I couldn't do much except eat, cry, poop, and sleep—but my mind was sharp. Too sharp.
I remembered everything from my past life. My name. My hobbies. My stupid cause of death. My love for this world.
And this time, I was in it.
People around me had quirks. Small ones, big ones, weird ones. I saw a delivery guy float packages with his breath. A cat with two tails walked down the sidewalk like it paid rent. A traffic officer had a built-in bullhorn in her throat.
It was real.
By the time I could crawl, I'd confirmed it. My dad—strong, tall, square-jawed—had a minor processing quirk. My mom had a quirk that made her able to summon board games. Nothing flashy. No All Might-tier genetics. But they were kind. Loving. Normal.
And I was their son now.
Kaito Nakamura.
Born in Musutafu, Japan.
Home of U.A. High School and the greatest heroes in the world.
"Home of what is going to end up being the biggest warzone in the world," I think with a disappointed look on my face.
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A/N: Heyyyyyyyyyy, so i havent actually written in years, but I've decided to start. I hope y'all like it. if its well received, I'll fully write, like make an update schedule and everything. I have stuff in planning for him and his quirk, so I hope y'all enjoy.