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"HOLY FUCK!"
I jolted awake, heart racing. My vision blurred as the blinding morning sun poured in through the unfamiliar window. Instinctively, I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Everything felt off—too bright, too foreign, too… not home.
Wait… hit by a truck? And now I'm… awake? Alive? Isn't this… isn't this the cliche isekai setup?
I shot up from the stiff, uncomfortable bed, adrenaline coursing through me. My gaze darted around the room. It wasn't my room—hell, it wasn't even close. The space was massive, larger than anything I could afford.
My eyes roamed around, seeing papers littered across the place, sticky notes covering the walls, and complicated diagrams sprawled across tables. The whole room screamed, "A genius works here."
'Wait' I stopped scanning the rooms as my eyes fell on one of the papers sprawled out on the floor 'Why can I...'
I grabbed one of the papers, skimming the dense mathematical formulas and advanced technical drawings. Shockingly, I understood it all. No memories of the body's previous owner came flooding in, but somehow, dissecting these equations was second nature. Maybe I was some sort of prodigy now? A mechanic? An engineer? Or maybe a student genius working on a major project?
Did I perhaps transmigrate into someone much older than my previous age? Maybe someone working as a mechanic or some form of Engineer? Or at least, a bright College student making a project.
"No" I muttered dropping the paper as I ran my hand through my palm, ignoring the slight ticklish sensation as I felt my soft and untouched skin "Either this guy's got a great skincare routine, or this guy's just about as old as me"
I held my head as I tried to gather any information. "Come on my name is...something. I live...here? My best friend is.... Shit I can't remember anything of this life"
Dropping the papers, I scoured the room for clues, figuring it would be much easier to just find a legal document like an ID or passport and figure everything out. I dove headfirst into my closet, throwing out clothes and other unimportant items as I tried to find something.
I clicked my teeth in frustration, continuing my desperate search through the chaotic room. Finally, my fingers landed on something—a card tucked between a few books. Pulling it out, I realized it was an ID card.
As I examined it, my eyes widened in disbelief. It was a school ID card.
''School?'' I muttered under my breath, flipping the card over to double-check.' But all those complicated drawings, those graphs, those prototypes—there's no way a high school student could be behind that. This is way too advanced. No normal high schooler works on something like this.'
I stared at the school name printed in bold letters: UA High School. My thoughts froze as the realization hit me like a freight train. 'No way. This person is a once-in-a-century genius. And not just that, they're attending a school prestigious enough to house someone like him as well?'
UA High School
Name: Aoyama Yuito Daichi
Age: 16
Class: 1-H
Quirk: N/A
'Wait' The world around me screeched to a halt as I held my breath. I read the card once, and then again just to confirm what I read was true. I read it again. And again. The words burned themselves into my brain, each repetition sinking me deeper into shock.
'UA High… THE UA High? From My Hero Academia?'
I dropped the card and stumbled backwards as I let out ragged gasps.'Nononono, this has got to be a fucking nightmare. Yes, it's a nightmare, it has to be, any moment my mom will wake me up and scold me again for sleeping late'
As I stumbled, I accidentally tripped on a random pencil as I fell down on my back. A jolt of pain ran through my body as I gasped in pain 'No, not a nightmare, this is reality'
I got back up as I ignored the pain in my back, taking loud breaths of air to calm myself. I held my head, as I started to remember the basics of this world.
'From what I remember, In this world, everything changed when quirks—superpowers unique to each individual—began to manifest. No one knows exactly why or how it started, but the phenomenon began with a glowing baby born in China.
Of course, it was disastrous. A normal society acquiring special abilities out of nowhere? It didn't take long before the world devolved into an Anarchy with society toppled. At first, people despised and hunted the Quirked ones, especially the mutants, but quirks spread rapidly, with nearly 80% of the global population eventually developing some kind of ability forcing humanity to accept Quirks.
With powers becoming commonplace, society adapted. Heroes rose to protect the people from those who misused their quirks—villains who brought chaos and destruction. Hero agencies were formed, hero licenses became a thing, and being a pro hero became one of the most revered professions, a symbol of hope in an ever-changing world.'
My Hero Academia, at first glance, seemed like just another anime—a story about high schoolers striving to become heroes and fulfill their dreams, with the main character vowing to become the number one hero. It was inspiring, uplifting even, in the way only a shounen anime could be.
But that's only if you looked at it as a reader, not as someone who's now stuck in this world.
From my perspective, the cracks in that world were too glaring to ignore. The Nomu attacks, Stain's rampage, All For One's reign of terror, the League of Villains spreading chaos, villains escaping Tartarus, heroes falling one after the other, and the country spiraling into ruin. Japan, once a symbol of hope, reduced to a wasteland where people hid in shelters, clinging to survival.
'As if that wasn't bad enough,' I thought grimly, my gaze falling to the ID card in my hand, the glaring "N/A" next to "Quirk" mocking me. 'I don't even have a Quirk.'
Truth be told, inequality has always existed. There were always people stronger, smarter, or better off than others. But this world? It took that concept and cranked it up a notch. Your worth here is decided from the moment you're born. If you don't win the genetic lottery and get a flashy, powerful quirk, you're destined to be mediocre.
And for someone like me? Quirkless? Mediocrity would've been a blessing. Here, being quirkless wasn't just a disadvantage—it was practically a death sentence, especially with all the shit that's going to happen.
Normally, I'd have just booked a ticket to some other country and gotten the hell out of Japan. But my luck? Of course, it had to be so terrible that I ended up smack in the middle of UA High—the school where all the major chaos in the series unfolded. And to make matters worse, I didn't even have a special ability to protect myself. Just perfect.
Resigning from UA wasn't an option either. Complications aside, it was the best school in the country. The kind of prestigious place the old me could only dream of setting foot in. Walking away from that? Yeah, not happening, there are something more important to me than my life.
My previous self...
I stared at the ID photo, studying my reflection. My looks hadn't changed much from my past life—same face, same features—but there was one big difference. Unlike before, where I'd been so malnourished I practically resembled a Minecraft Skeleton, this body actually had some meat on its bones. Not exactly fit, but at least I didn't sound like I was rattling every time I moved. the only difference was that my age had gone up a year.
This version of me didn't have much of a family. Well, technically, I did have one, but just like in my last world, they didn't really care about me. The difference here? In this world, they didn't even try to fake it. They outright abandoned me without a second thought.
Why? Simple. I was Quirkless. In a society where power defines worth, I was just dead weight and when my younger sister turned out to have a decently strong Quirk—something flashy and "hero-worthy"—that was all the excuse they needed. They didn't hesitate to leave me behind, casting me aside like some kind of genetic failure they were ashamed to even acknowledge.
It wasn't just the abandonment that hurt, though. It was how easy it was for them. No long discussions, no hesitation, not even a goodbye. Just a suitcase, a cold stare, and the door shutting behind them as they walked away to start their "better life" with their gifted child.
Look at the irony: the Quirkless "disappointment" somehow managed to secure a spot at UA, the most prestigious school in the country, while the so-called "Gifted" sister—their golden child with a flashy Quirk—ended up at some second-rate academy. Life has a funny way of flipping the script, doesn't it?
The biggest difference between this version of me and the one from my previous life is that this version actually managed to carve out something for himself. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him in a society that worships power, he still pushed through. He made it to UA without a Quirk, a feat so rare it was practically unheard of.
It was hard not to admire his resilience, even if I was now the one living his life. This version of me didn't just survive—he thrived, despite being handed every reason to give up. It made me wonder: if he could accomplish all of this with no family support and a society that saw him as less than nothing, what could I achieve with his foundation with a loving and supporting family in my old world?
The term "Wasted potential" never made more sense, and it stung.
Still, my parents were never that harsh on me. Sure, they didn't like me for being a deadbeat, but they never even considered abandoning me at some random orphanage. Was this major change because of the presence of Quirks in this world? Was it really that bad being Quirkless in this world?
I closed the cupboard, letters falling out of it. I glanced at them, then ignored them. My family's attempt to communicate with me after being enrolled in a prestigious school was something I couldn't care less about at this moment.
Class 1-H, if I remembered correctly, was the support class. It made sense for a Quirkless person to end up there. Competing with students whose Quirks gave them an edge in crafting wouldn't be easy, but it was still far better than facing off against hero-course students with combat-focused abilities.
A notification cut through the silence, snapping me out of my stupor. I glanced around at the mess in my room before stumbling over to grab my laptop. With a few clicks, I opened it up, and there it was—the message, sent by none other than Izuku Midoriya.
It was a video call request.
My hand hovered over the "accept" button, trembling slightly. Breathe, AYD. You can do this. After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I finally gathered the nerve and pressed it, accepting the call.
"H-Hello?" I stammered.
"Hey, AYD!" Midoriya's cheery face lit up the screen. "How's the presentation prep going? I've been working on my part all day!"
"Uh… presentation prep?" I mumbled.
Midoriya tilted his head, concerned. "Yeah, you know, for tomorrow at UA? Are you alright?"
Presentation? Tomorrow? I'm so fucking screwed.
"O-Oh yeah! At UA! Of course, yeah, I'm fine. Just… overwhelmed."
Midoriya smiled reassuringly. "I get it! Presenting in front of the faculty and pro heroes is a big deal, but we've got this!"
No, Midoriya. YOU'VE got this. I'm about to crash and burn.
"Right, of course, um, could you just remind me of the topic for the presentation again? I just have a lot of...files saved here with uh, um, a lot of names, so it would be much easier if I knew the name"
"Oh uh, yeah? It's about the integration of support items in hero work, right? You were going to talk about the latest innovations, and I was covering the practical applications in the field."
"YES, uhm, yes, that sounds...familiar"
'God damn it AYD, why are you acting like Deku in the 1st season and Izuku is speaking so confidently?'
"I can't wait to see what you've come up with! Your knowledge of support tech is always so impressive AYD!"
"Uh, I am also impressed by my knowledge of support tech???"
"Are you sure you're Ok? Do you want me to come over so we can rehearse?"
"NO, I mean, no need, I just need to uh, review my notes and I'll be fine for tomorrow"
"Well, I-if you're sure then alright. Just remember you've got this AYD! Your Quirk analysis skills are the best I've seen, even better than mine! You're gonna do great tomorrow."
"Sorry Midoriya, I've got to go now something's come up. I'll see you tomorrow!"
Hastily ending the call, AYD clutches his heart, feeling it pounding in his heart.
"Oh god, Oh fuck, what am I going to do now?"
I dropped to the floor, frantically rummaging through the papers and books scattered around the apartment. Please, PLEASE let there be notes or something. Surely someone as smart as him would have prepared notes for an important presentation right?
"Advanced Support Tech for Modern Heroes? Since when did I know anything about this stuff?"
A sticky note slipped out from between the thick books, and I quickly snatched it up. I read it aloud to myself:
"Don't forget to mention the new nano-fiber enhancements. Hatsume says they're game changers? What the hell am I making, Iron Man suits? Also, Hatsume? As in Mei Hatsume?"
The note triggered something in my mind. My head throbbed as memories of nano-fiber enhancements flooded back. I clutched my temples, trying to piece together what I remembered about them.
A soft whirring sound pulled my attention toward the desk. My eyes flicked to the screen, where a notification flashed: Presentation Completed.
I blinked, a confused frown tugging at my brow as I slowly stood up and walked over to the laptop. I opened the file, revealing a half-finished PowerPoint presentation. My eyes widened in disbelief.
"This... this is incredible. Did I really make all of this?"
I scrolled through the slides, each one packed with detailed diagrams, technical jargon, and complex information I couldn't quite remember creating. My fingers hesitated over the trackpad as I absorbed it all, analyzing the content, the design, and the flow.
I stared at the screen, a frown pulling at my face. "Well, I've got the material, but how the hell am I supposed to present this when I can barely understand any of it?"
Just as that thought hit me, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, unlocking it to see a reminder flashing on the screen: Practice presentation with Uraraka at 7 PM.
"The hell? Why do I know so many main characters? And it's already 5 PM??"
I stumbled around my room, my thoughts racing as panic started to creep in. The reality of the situation hit harder than before. How the hell was I supposed to get through this? The pressure was mounting. I couldn't let anyone know I had no clue about any of this—especially not people like Uraraka, or anyone else who expected me to be some sort of expert.
But how the hell was I supposed to fake my way through a presentation on advanced tech I could barely wrap my head around?
"Alright, crash course time."
I grabbed any book I could find, opening them in a frenzy, my eyes darting over the pages. With a highlighter in hand, I frantically flipped through the sections, though I quickly realized it wasn't even necessary. All the important topics were already highlighted—thankfully.
"Nano-fiber, Quirk amplification... come on, brain, absorb faster!" I muttered under my breath, my mind racing as I tried to cram every bit of information into my skull. The pressure was suffocating, but there was no time to waste.
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I was so engrossed in the books, my mind racing through the material, that I lost track of time. It wasn't until I glanced up at the clock that I was jolted back to reality. I jumped in panic, realizing how little time I had left. I slammed the books shut and quickly began arranging my notes and slides in some semblance of order.
I stole a glance at my room—an absolute disaster zone. Papers scattered, books piled everywhere. With no time to waste, I frantically shoved everything into the cupboards, praying it would be out of sight.
After vacuuming and sweeping as fast as I could, I rushed to the kitchen, frantically preparing some snacks.
"Uraraka likes mochi, right? Or was it Tsuyu? God, I hope I'm not mixing up my anime knowledge with... whatever this is."
I scrambled to arrange the snacks on a plate, my hands moving in a frantic blur as I tried to make it look presentable. Glancing at my casual clothes, I hesitated for a moment, debating whether I should change into something more "professional." But time was running out, so I figured it didn't matter.
Then, a knock at the door made me freeze. My heart skipped a beat as I took a deep breath, steeling myself.
With a shaky hand, I reached for the door handle and opened it.
"Well... here goes nothing..."