A/N Forgive me Father, for I have simped.
This story as been created for one reason and
one reason only.
To make my OC get together with Mirko.
I will see you all in hell, my brethren simps.
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He always knew that he wasen't the luckiest
of guys.
Oh sure, he had a nice house, a nice family who loved him and school was never really a problem for him, what took his classmate hours to study instead took only half an hour for him.
But not having a single true friend to call his own? And most importantly, being single for 16 years of his shitty life?
That was something that he did not accept with a happy smile.
What was the thing that he lacked?
He was no narcissist, but he thought to himself of being quite the good looking guy, so not looks.
Maybe because he didn't practice sports? Yeah probably that, 16 years old girls are easily won over by "tought ripped guys", and he wasen't one.
Or probably due to the fact that most of his school life was ruined by constant bullying which lead to him being adressed as the "loser".
He would have snorted if he could, he never got around to give a piece of his mind to his "dear" cousin.
The only reason that guy had that many friends and had so much sex that he was basically a gigolo, was his money.
Spoiled little shit since birth, cry baby when younger and an asshole when he got older.
He and his cousin had a lot of bad blood between them, asshole was also one of his bullies.
.
.
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At least he died knowing that he was his grandpa favourite grandchild.
He would have smiled if he could, if there was a person that he would miss the most, it would be his grandpa.
'Sorry @;!:@.,@ I will never give you the joy of seeing my children'.
Floating in this endless..."something"...sure made one start focusing on himself quite a bit.
Dying because he went skydiving, and failed to open his parachute, was someting that was pretty dumb in his opinion.
'Fuking adrenalin junky that I am'.
He admitted, he was an adrenalin junky. He always loved the rush that the chemical would give him. Since he was eight and had climbed a big tree in his grandparents garden, then had looked down, and instead of being scared he had gotten excited.
'Yeah I was probably messed up in my head' he bitterly tought to himself.
' Ahhhh....might as well sing something...yeah let's start with this song, never truly a fan of her, but this song just hit all my buttons
I'm not your friend.
Damn.
You think that you're the man.
I think, therefore I-
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He had managed to sing about 13 songs -some of which he had forgotten some lyrics- before something happend in the "something".
For lack of better term, it shifted and tore on itself, before the "something" gave way to a white room.
The white room looked like it was entirely made out of marble, in the center a wooden table with two wooden chairs.
On one of the chairs sitted a person, his feet one over the other while placed on the top of the table, a dirty magazine -the cover image being a naked woman with bunny ears- concealed the facial features of the person.
The only thing he could see, was that the hands holding the magazine didn't possess the wrinkly look that is gained truh age, and they where of a sun kissed brown color.
Stepping away from the "something" and into the white room he took the only chair left and sat himself down.
The other person didn't even acknowledge this, simply turning another page of his magazine.
Not wanting to make a bad impression he just sat there, waiting.
An ammount of time later an now he was starting to get agitated, even mad for being so blatantly ignored.
A short while later he bursted out "Yo asshole I'm waiting right here!".
That seemed to do the trick as the person infront of him let out a "Ahhhh!" before falling backwards from his chair.
Cringing at the fact he said "Shit sorry!".
"Uggghhhh my launch break already ended?" the person blurted out.
Without the magazine he finaly got a look at the youth.
A very attractive boy, around his age, with a rainbow colored mob of hairs, one eye an emerald green while the other a deep blue.
"Shit man, how long have you been waiting?" the youth asked.
"Uhhh...I don't know?" he replayed.
"Ugh of course, the perception of time for mortals here is being screwed worst than the mother of the reader" the youth groaned to himself.
"Wut?" the dead soul asked.
The youth waved an hand lazily in the air -not bothering to answer- before getting up from the floor, placing back the chair and sitting down on said chair.
"Listen man, I'm gonna be straight with you. You died, and now get to reincarnate."
"Cool?...Wait why am I not losing my shit?".
"Eh...Setted up this room to make anyone who enter stay cool and rational"
"..."
"Yeah yeah, I know impressive, but you don't need to suck me off you know?".
"..." the soul kept on starring silently.
"Okay fuck this, listen up, you are going to reincarnate in My Hero Academia, you get three whises- because that's how it fucking works- and then you get the fuck out of here".
The rainbow coloured young man said.
"Okay...then I want the sharinga-"
"Rejected! Choose something somewhat original you asshole" the young man angrily snapped.
"What's the point in giving me whises if I can't even chose what I want!" the soul whined.
"Tought shit, go cry somewhere else, now chop-chop get on with it!". the youthful mearly scoffed at the pathetic display of lack of imagination from the soul.
"...Can I ask something?"
"Yeah" the youth answered.
"Can you like...read my mind...so I don't have to vocally explain my quirk and what not?"
"Yeah yeah sure give me a sec...Okay doable, but it's going to cost you two wishes, so now, the last one".
"Make one of my parents filthy rich -but not a snob asshole-, and make the other a good hero that will train me from a young age".
"Okay, thank you for choosing 'Shitty Reincarnation Prolouge' enjoy your new life" a snap from the youth finger and the other was gone.
"Uggghhh I hate this job so much, next!"
the youth said to no one.
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He admitted, he was very thankful of the fact that he "woke up" when he was four years old, skipping straight the very traumatic experience of being born, and the boring part of being a baby.
He was not, however, thankful of the fact that he woke up screaming in the middle of the night, with a migraine that made him feel like a black guy was driving his massive dong truh his eye straight into his brain.
A few seconds later and he settled down again, the few memories of a four years old integrating itself into his mind.
Another bunch of seconds later and both of his parents bursted in his room.
Flickering the light open his father yelled "Isao are you okay?!"
Only to be shoved aside from his mother who rushed her child, before enveloping him in a bone crushing hug "It's fine! Mothers here!".
Enjoying for a brief moment the hug -the now identified- Isao spoke up "I am fine...just had a nightmare...".
"Thank god" the two adults blew a sigh of relief, only for both of them to freeze for a second when they saw their son eye.
"My baby boy...I think...it wasen't just a nightmare" the mother said with a some what happy voice.
"Uh? What do you mean Mom?" Isao asked, tilting his head to the side, making his mother resist the urge of pinching his cheeks for how cute he was.
"...Come with me in the bathroom, okay dear?".
Isao nodded before hopping off his bed, taking his mother hand and letting her led him.
Exiting his room they went inside their parents room where they then got inside the personal bathroom of their room.
Switching the light on, his mother took him in her arms before saying "Okay Isao, close your eyes please~".
Nodding once again he did so before asking "Why?".
"That's a surprise~" both of his parents sing-songed before chuckling.
Feeling himself being picked up he close his eye shut.
After being picked up, and placed on what he assumed to be the sink he asked "Can I open my eyes now?".
"Go for it honey!" His mother chirped happily.
Slowly opening his eyes-and slightly wincing due to the difference in lighting- Isao took a peak.
What greated him was a young boy, around 4, with a messy mop of dark blue hair -almost black-, sharp nose and jaw -concealed by the baby fat on his face.
But what really captivated his attention were his own eye.
He knew that when he was born he had his father grey eye color but now...
One of his eye was still grey but the pupil had turned slithed like that of his mother, while the other had changed his iris to a pinkish red colour -like his mother-, but instead of a normal pupil, he had four lines, two placed verticaly and two placed horizontally in the form of a cross air.
Touching under his bizarre eye Isao peared closer, catching the slight glint that his new eyes now posses.
Turning to look at his mother he observed her.
She had brown hair that reached the base of her neck, cutted in a absimetrical bob-cut, with the left side longer than the other.
At the top of her head stood tall and proud two pairs of dog ears.
Her eyes where the same pinkish red colour of his new bizarre eye, and they where both slithed like his grey eye.
The smile that she was showing, displayed her longer canines.
But what catched his attention was the fact that he could see the otherwise invisible wrinkles on her brow, that he had never noticed before.
Turning to look at his father he observed him as well.
He was a tall -if lanky man, on the more thin side of things.
He had the same colour of Isao hairs and had the same messy mop of hairs as his son.
His eyes where a gunmetal grey, with normal pupils, and big bags under them -most probably due to a lack of sleep-.
Isao could see the minuscule scars that marred his cheeks.
"So honey what do you think?" Isao mother asked to her husband.
Isao father closed his eyes tilting his head in thought before saying "Well...he awoke his quirk, that's for sure... tomorrow we will make him skip school and go take a quirk evaluation test".
His father nodded to himself before opening his eyes, a dangerous glint in them.
"Ohhh, when we have time we will have to...make some test" Cackling madly to himself he started muttering thing like "Possible eye based sight quirk like the mother" and "Very obvious mutation".
Only to get smacked in the back of his head from Isao mother that was glaring at him before growling out "It's to damn late for your scientific non-sense!".
That seemed to trigger his father in shouting back with a burning passion "There is no such thing as a bad time for SCIENCE!"
Isao mother turned towards her son with a smile before saying "Isao, please be a dear and stand here, I have to smack some sense in your father".
With each word the face of Isao father turned paler and paler until he looked ready to run away at any moment.
The smile of his mother turned sickeningly sweet before she looked at her husband "You have three seconds to run, then I hunt".
With a "Meep!" Isao father turned around before bolting out of the room at his top speed, which, wasen't very impressive.
Isao looked with humour at the scene, seeing his mother getting on all fours, before she "moved".
One second later and he heard the pathetic scream of his father.
Releasing a small laugh Isao turbed to look at his reflection again.
His face splitting open in a blood thirsty grin -exposing one of his elongate canine-
"Oh, I'll enjoy this life, I can tell...but let's deal with some...unwanted luggage".
Focusing on his mind he felt it sifth before a flood of memories assaulted him.
Instead of getting swatted away by the tide, he embraced it.
With crystal clear clarity he looked at all of his old memories, before starting an unpleasant but necessary job.
Deleting all the memories related to his old family as well as most of the rest, remembering only about the information that he had about MHA and the knowledge that he had gained from going to school in his old life.
The reason he did this? He wanted to enjoy a true childhood, one filled with the wonder of having such quirky family and quirks.
As well as the fact as seeing what personality he would end up having.
So in a process that took him only a second he was now truly reborn.
Yawning he looked back at his reflection, and, seeing such scary smile he quickly hid it.
A moment later and his mother returned, with a bit of blood on her hand.
"Did you beat father really good?" Isao asked with a smile.
With a smile of her own her mother nodded happily before saying "Yep~ your father was a big dummy so mommy had to beat him up~".
As if summoned by mentioning him his father appeared, limping from the door, a bit of a bloodied lip and a very silly smile on his face.
Isao father turned to look at his wife, with a burning gaze, one which, Isao mother sent right back.
Isao palled.
'M-my parents...they have a S&M relationship!?'
Looking back in his memories at similar scenes, Isao palled further realizing that his father was a masochist, with all the silly smiles he would make whenever he would be beaten up, and his mother a sadist, enjoying giving said beating.
'Oh Kami help me' Isao pleas fell on deaf ears, after all, it was launch break for his personal God.
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A/N Annnnnd done! First chapter of my first story ever!
Before you guys flip your shit, the names of Isao parents, as well as Isao surename, will be revealed the next chapter!
Goooddddbbbyyyyeeee ffffooooorrrr nnnnnnooooowwww!