Izuku POV
The world faded to black.
It wasn't an unusual occurrence for an anime fanatic like me. Dying young after saving a kid from an oncoming truck? A tale as old as time for someone raised on isekai tropes. The last thing I remembered was the kid's wide, tear-streaked face before the screech of tires silenced everything.
But instead of oblivion, I woke up.
At first, I thought I was hallucinating. Everything was too small. My hands, my feet—even the world around me. It wasn't long before I saw a reflection in the nearby mirror next to my cradle and realized the truth: I had reincarnated as Midoriya Izuku, the future protagonist of My Hero Academia.
Even more shocking, I wasn't powerless like canon Izuku. I had something within me—a strange, warm energy coursing through my veins, waiting to be unleashed. And then I remembered my last thoughts before dying: If I ever got a second chance, I'd want to be someone with a cool power…like Luffy or Goku.
Apparently, the universe had granted my wish, although I wouldn't know it for another few years.
Four years later, I was standing in the middle of our kindergarten classroom. Today was my Fourth Birthday: the day children tried to show off their quirks for the first time. My classmates had already gone ahead, displaying everything from shooting fire to stretching their fingers like rubber bands. But my turn was different—I could feel it in my gut.
"Alright, Izuku," the teacher said, clipboard in hand. "It's your turn today."
I clenched my fists, trying to focus. For weeks, I'd felt something bubbling inside me, like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. Like a joke I just couldn't quite remember, but made me laugh all the same. Today, it would come out. I had no idea what it would be, but if my suspicions were right…
I grinned. Time to find out.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on that strange energy, willing, forcing it to the surface. For a moment, nothing happened. And then—
BOOM!
The ground beneath me cracked as white flames erupted around my body. My classmates screamed and backed away, but I barely noticed. My body felt…light. My skin gleamed like the sun, and my heart pounded with exhilaration and a noticeable rhythm.
"What the—?!" the teacher gasped, stumbling back.
"WOOOOOO!" I couldn't help but laugh, throwing my arms in the air. Without thinking, I jumped—and shot straight up, crashing into the ceiling.
"Ow!" It didn't hurt but I rubbed my head anyway, floating back down with a sheepish grin. But the grin didn't last long. The moment my feet touched the ground, the teacher grabbed my shoulders, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Izuku," she said, her voice trembling. "Are… are you alright?"
"I…I don't know!" I said honestly, still buzzing with excitement. But as I looked down at my stretching hands, something inside me whispered the truth:
This isn't just a quirk. This is the Hito Hito no Mi: Model Nika.
Neutral POV
As everyone crowded around the green-haired boy, a pomeranian looking child with biological firecrackers popping in his hands couldn't help but complain at how unfair the world was. He had been forgotten just like that?
Izuku POV.
The quirk doctor's office was quiet as my mom and I sat in front of the doctor. Mom was fidgeting nervously, wringing her hands. I couldn't blame her—after all, I'd accidentally set part of the playground on fire earlier that day.
"Well," the doctor finally said, flipping through his notes. "I've never seen anything like this before."
My mom paled. "Is…is something wrong with him?"
"Not at all," the doctor reassured her. "In fact, it's quite the opposite. Izuku's quirk is incredibly powerful. From what we can tell, it allows him to manipulate his body in ways that defy logic—like stretching his limbs or generating heat. It also seems to grant him extraordinary physical abilities."
"Like All Might?" I asked, my eyes lighting up.
"Perhaps," the doctor said, though he looked uneasy. "But there's more. Izuku, do you feel…anything unusual? Like another kind of energy inside you?"
I nodded, unsure how to explain it. "Yeah. It feels like…like I can see things before they happen. And sometimes, when I really focus, I can feel other people's emotions."
The doctor stared at me, his face unreadable. "That's…incredible. It sounds like your son also has a secondary ability related to…'Haki,' I suppose they call it."
"Haki?" My mom tilted her head.
"It's a type of energy that enhances physical abilities or grants sensory powers. It's a quirk that anyone can awaken." the doctor explained. "Izuku seems to possess all three types: Observation, Armament, and even a hint of Conqueror's Haki."
I blinked. Conqueror's Haki? The realization hit me like a freight train. I wasn't just Izuku Midoriya anymore—I was Izuku with the power of Monkey D. Luffy.
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop grinning. For the first time, I didn't feel jealous of Bakugo or anyone else in my paranoia. I didn't have to worry about being quirkless anymore, because I wasn't. I had a quirk so powerful, it might as well have been made of cheat codes.
I had a feeling that it would be the case. There were multiple "heroes" all around the world who were stronger than All might and All for one, and they could use Haki too.
By proving I could use this power, especially instinctively, I was instantly put on the radar of not just the Japanese Hero Association, but all the hero associations in Asia.
Still, I knew I couldn't let it go to my head. My power wasn't invincible—not yet. If I wanted to become the greatest hero, I had to train. Hard.
I clenched my fists, feeling the joy of my quirk flow through me. "Alright," I whispered. "Let's do this. Time to write destiny, one push up at a time."
And with that, I closed my eyes, dreaming of a future where the name "Midoriya Izuku" would shine brighter than any other.