The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming the room with its golden hue. Izuku Midoriya—or rather, the man who now occupied his body—woke with a start.
His eyes shot open, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. Posters of All Might and other pro-heroes plastered the walls. A collection of action figures stood neatly arranged on a shelf, and a faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.
"This… isn't my room," he muttered, his voice rough and unrecognizable. He sat up, staring at his hands—small, soft, and completely alien to him.
His pulse quickened. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet brushing against the cool floor. "What the hell is going on?"
Then it hit him. A flood of memories—not his own—crashed into his mind like a tsunami. Snapshots of a life filled with longing, ridicule, and a mother's quiet love flashed before his eyes. He clutched his head, groaning as the fragments carved their way into his consciousness.
"Who… am I?" he whispered, though he already knew the answer. The memories, the room, and this body all pointed to one undeniable truth. He was in the body of Izuku Midoriya.
The boy from My Hero Academia.
Just as he began to process this revelation, a translucent screen popped up in front of him.
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[System Alert!]
System Activation Complete. Welcome, Host.
Initializing Beginner's Package…
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"What the…" he muttered, waving a hand through the screen. It flickered slightly but didn't disappear. The words seemed almost mocking in their simplicity.
He shook his head, dismissing it. "I'll deal with you later. This is… too much."
The system message blinked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He staggered to the mirror above the dresser and froze. The face staring back wasn't his—a freckled, wide-eyed boy with unruly green hair.
"I really am him…" he whispered. The realization was a sucker punch to his gut. He wasn't just in a new world; he was in the body of someone else. Someone with a destiny written in ink he could already read.
A soft knock Interrupted his spiraling thoughts. "Izuku? Are you awake?" called a gentle voice.
The door opened, and in stepped a small, round-faced woman with kind green eyes. Inko Midoriya. She smiled warmly, the same smile he'd seen countless times on a screen.
"Good morning," she said softly. "Breakfast is ready. Come eat before it gets cold."
For a moment, he was frozen. This was Izuku's mom—no, his mom now. He forced a smile, though it felt strange and foreign. "O-Okay, Mom."
The kitchen was warm and cozy, the smell of miso soup and grilled fish filling the air. He sat at the table, trying to suppress his nerves as Inko bustled about, setting a plate in front of him.
"So, Izuku," she began, her tone worried and kind. "Are you feeling okay? You seem like you haven't slept well last night… any nightmares?"
He hesitated, swallowing a bite of rice to buy time. "I'm fine," he said finally, forcing a smile.
Inko sat down across from him, her expression soft but concerned. "I know things have been hard for you… But even if you don't become a hero, you can still be an amazing man."
Her words struck a chord deep within him. She wasn't placing the weight of heroism on his shoulders; she just wanted him to grow into someone strong, someone good.
"I'll try, Mom," he said, his voice steadier this time.
She smiled, a mixture of pride and worry in her eyes.
The walk to Aldera Junior High felt surreal. The streets were familiar, yet different. He recognized landmarks from the anime but seeing them in person made the world feel more alive, more tangible.
Izuku watched a giant villain was wreaking havoc and fighting with heroes, he saw as mountain lady wrestled with the villian after kicking him, she was pushed and the giant ass of mountain lady was descending on him.
Izuku opened his hands with pure joy as the giant ass neared him, his face showing pure ecstasy.
only for mountain lady to get her bearings and balance herself
'Tch'
Izuku kept watching with interest as the villain lost to the heroes, he remembered his class though, so he left in hurried steps.
Stepping into the classroom, he felt the weight of dozens of eyes on him.
His memories guided him to his seat, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. then, a voice cut through the chatter.
"Oi, Deku, Quit staring!"
He turned to see Katsuki Bakugo standing by his desk, a cocky smirk plastered across his face. The sight of him lit a spark of annoyance in Izuku—or whoever he was now.
Bakugo didn't miss his change of expression.
"What do you want, Bakugo?" he asked, his tone flat.
Bakugo's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of surprise, 'no Kacchan?'
"What'd you just call me?"
"Your name...?"
The classroom fell silent. Bakugo stalked over, his eyes narrowing. "You've got some nerve, talking to me in that tune, Deku."
Izuku stood his ground, his hands clenched into fists. He wasn't the same timid boy Bakugo was used to bullying.
"Back off," he said, his voice firm.
Bakugo paused.
He then snarled. "Or what?"
He shoved Izuku, hard.
Years of pent-up frustration surged through Izuku, and without thinking, he stepped forward and threw a punch.
His aim wasn't perfect—he only had knowledge of basic boxing training, not actual fighting—but it connected with Bakugo's jaw, sending the blond stumbling back.
The class erupted Into gasps and whispers. Bakugo straightened, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You… hit me?"
Izuku met his glare with unwavering resolve and entered a boxing stance.
"Yeah. And I'll do it again if you keep testing me."
Bakugo's shock quickly turned to anger. His palms began to crackle with tiny explosions. "You're dead, Deku!"
Before the situation could escalate further, the teacher entered the room, breaking the tension. "Settle down, everyone. Get to your seats!"
Bakugo shot Izuku one last glare before retreating, his mind clearly racing with violence.
After school, Izuku wandered the streets, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He replayed the confrontation with Bakugo over and over, surprised by his own actions, luckily he had managed to run off after the bell rang; following closely by the teacher.
"I really hit him…" he muttered.
But his musings were cut short by a wet, sloshing sound. He turned and froze, it's here; the anticipated villain, Muk.
All Might, All for One and everything else…he has the chance to take strength and reign over his fate…or live a peaceful depressing life…like hell!
A massive sludge-like creature loomed before him, its grotesque form twisting and oozing, Izuku didn't run.
"Hey, kid," it rasped, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. "I need a body. Yours will do nicely."
Izuku's blood ran cold as the creature lunged at him. He barely managed to dodge, his heart pounding in his chest, what a terrifying Aura!
"Think, think!" he muttered, his mind racing. He remembered the system—the one he'd ignored earlier. Maybe it had something that could help him.
'Open system!' he shouted internally, hoping it would respond. But before anything could appear, a booming voice cut through the air followed by a translucent blue screen.
He dismissed it again with a thought as he didn't want to miss this.
"Never fear! For I am here!"
Izuku's eyes widened as All Might appeared in a flash, his towering figure blocking the sludge villain. With a single punch, All Might scattered the creature into pieces, scooping the remains into an empty soda bottle.
"Job well done!" All Might declared, his iconic smile beaming. He turned to Izuku. "Are you hurt, young man?"
Izuku shook his head, still processing what had just happened. "N-No, I'm okay. Thank you, All Might."
"All in a day's work!" All Might said cheerfully, tucking the bottle into his pocket. "Now, I must be off!"
Before Izuku could think, he grabbed onto All Might's leg as the hero leaped away.
"Wait!" he shouted, Air whooshing in his ears and tears falling from his eyes from the intensity of the speed.
All Might looked down, startled. "Young man, what are you doing?!"
"I-I need to talk to you!" Izuku said, clinging tightly.
All Might sighed, clearly exasperated. "Fine, but hold on!"
With that, he maneuvered in the air, the city blurring beneath them. Izuku's grip tightened as the wind whipped past his face. For the first time since waking up in this strange new world, he felt a flicker of hope.
His eyes burned with intense desire for more in life…first life was mundane, no wife, no children, bad job, death by 23 due to being mugged and stabbed… this time… this time he'll experience EVERYTHING!
This was his chance to make a difference. And he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers and if someone wished to stop him then they shall face his untamed wrath!