It all happened so fast.

One moment, Yuichi had been on his way home from another mundane day at school, his thoughts drifting through the usual sea of teenage worries: homework, friendships, dreams for the future. But then, a flash of bright headlights, a deafening screech, and the force of the impact ripped him from the world of the living.

His life flashed through his eyes and the small 16% of life that he lived or to be exact the 16 years he lived passed very clearly each and every moment. 

From the point of his childhood that were happy times, he had forgotten a long time ago but now he is remembering those moments. His elementary school life, friends and times that he forgot were now playing as a movie. A little later his good middle school and the time he invested in animes, mangas and other fictional things passed by and that's all, it all ended.

'What a small life, I lived' Yuichi sighed at his last moments.

As his vision dimmed, he realized, in that split second, that he was dying. There was no time for goodbyes, no time for regrets. Just darkness.

Or so he thought.

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The first sensation Yuichi felt was confusion.

He didn't open his eyes; he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he even had eyes anymore. All he felt was a sense of being, floating aimlessly in a vast, endless void. 

For a long time—minutes, hours, days—he had no idea what was happening. Was this what death felt like? Eternal emptiness?

But then, faintly, almost imperceptibly, he felt something tugging at him. 

Slowly, he became aware of sounds, muffled and distant, like someone speaking underwater. The fog of confusion began to lift, and he realized there was light around him. Shapes. Blurry at first, but becoming clearer as time went on.

He was somewhere. But where?

It felt like he was watching from behind glass.

Yuichi wasn't sure if he had a body, but he could sense movement. He drifted, following the pull that led him forward, his awareness drawn toward a figure on the ground. As the blurry image sharpened, he saw something that made his heart, if he even had one, lurch.

It was a body. His body.

Or, at least, it looked like his body. Same messy black hair, same school uniform, same pale skin. He couldn't understand. How could he be staring at his own corpse?

"Is that...me?" he whispered, though no sound left his mouth.

He watched as people approached the body, inspecting it. They weren't police or paramedics like he expected. They were something else, something darker. He couldn't quite make out their faces, but their movements were precise, almost clinical. They didn't mourn him, didn't check for signs of life. Instead, they worked methodically, like scavengers picking apart a carcass.

"What...what's happening?" Yuichi's thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. But before he could grasp the situation, his body was lifted and placed in the back of a dark, unmarked van.

As if tethered to the body, Yuichi's soul—or whatever he had become—was dragged along with it.

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Months passed in a blur.

He had no concept of time in this strange, disembodied state. All he knew was that he was trapped, forced to watch as his body, his own body, was taken to a place that looked like it belonged in a nightmare. 

A sterile laboratory, filled with machines that hummed and beeped, cold metal tables, and vials of strange substances. The people who had taken him spoke in low voices, never revealing much, but the little Yuichi could overhear was enough to chill him to the bone.

"Test subject 37. Quirk : Resilience. We'll see how far we can push this one."

It didn't take long for Yuichi to realize where he was. This is the world of My Hero Academia. 

At first, he didn't believe it. It seemed too ridiculous, too far-fetched. But as the days or was it weeks? wore on, he began to recognize names. 

Kudai Garaki, the twisted scientist who served All For One, was one of the names whispered among the lab workers. Yuichi realized with growing horror that they were planning to turn his body into a Nomu—one of the mindless, monstrous creatures used as living weapons.

Panic set in.

"I'm not a Nomu! I'm me! Let me go!" Yuichi screamed, but no one heard him. 

He was trapped in this limbo, watching helplessly as Garaki and his team experimented on his body, testing its limits, injecting it with Quirk-boosting drugs, attempting to warp it into something unnatural.

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The slow descent into despair.

At first, Yuichi fought. He refused to believe this was real. He told himself it was all a bad dream, that he would wake up any moment. 

But as time dragged on, and the experiments grew more brutal, his hope faded. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't do anything. He was just a bystander, watching as his body was desecrated, twisted beyond recognition.

"How long has it been?"

Every day, the body that had once been his looked less like him. Bruises, scars, and stitches covered his skin. His muscles had been pushed to the breaking point, forced to grow unnaturally fast, only to tear and regenerate again.

His once vibrant eyes were now dull, empty. His once raven black hair shows signs of graying, change. 

And yet, his body endured. That was the horrifying part. The Quirk he had been born with Resilience allowed his body to withstand the unimaginable torture Garaki subjected it to. The doctor was impressed, even excited.

"A high-end Nomu, perhaps," he mused aloud one day.

Yuichi felt sick. He didn't know how much more he could take. Watching his own body being mutilated over and over again was a special kind of hell. 

He wanted to scream, to rage, to do something but he couldn't.

The breaking point came after months. 

At some point, his body finally gave out or as it looked as it gave out. The latest round of tests had pushed it too far, and the once resilient flesh could no longer hold together. Yuichi watched, numb, as Garaki's team declared the body a failure and tossed it aside like trash.

"It was a good attempt," Garaki said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "But this one's not compatible. Still, the Quirk is valuable. Copy it."

And just like that, his body was thrown away, discarded as if it had never mattered.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Yuichi was alone. Truly alone. The body he had been tethered to was gone, and with it, his last connection to the world.

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