Warm.
That was the first thing I felt.
Not the warmth you get from a blanket.
More like… a soft, floating kind of warmth, all around me. Safe. Comfortable.
Then suddenly—
Everything shook.
A low, muffled rumble vibrated through my tiny body. I didn't know where I was, but something told me I was about to find out… in the most unpleasant way possible.
The world turned into chaos.
Pressure crushed me from all sides. My body was being pushed, squeezed, and dragged forward whether I liked it or not.
"What the hell is—"
Before I could even finish the thought, light stabbed into my eyes.
Loud noises hit my ears all at once. Voices. Crying. Shouting. Beeping machines.
Cold air slapped my skin.
Then someone lifted me. My body felt so… small. Weak. Fragile.
A loud, high-pitched wail echoed in the room. Took me a second to realize—yeah. That was me.
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"Congratulations, Mrs. Kuroyami. It's a boy."
The voice was a woman's. Gentle. Happy.
I was passed into someone's arms — soft, trembling arms. I looked up through half-closed eyes and saw a tired but smiling face.
Black hair, messy from sweat. Eyes red but warm. She looked down at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Her perfume smelled faintly of jasmine and something expensive I couldn't name.
"…Akihiro," she whispered. "Akihiro Kuroyami."
Ah. So that's my name this time around.
Akihiro.
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It took me a few minutes to… process.
More than a few minutes. My brain felt like it was running on Windows 98.
But slowly, slowly… things clicked.
I wasn't in my old body.
I wasn't in my old life.
The last thing I remembered… was Truck-kun.
"Oh," I thought. "So the voice in the void wasn't a dream."
Which meant… I'd been reborn.
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The next few hours were a blur.
Mostly sleeping. Occasionally crying. Mostly because crying was the only way to get attention around here.
Being a newborn sucked. Couldn't move properly. Couldn't talk. Couldn't even hold my head up.
At least my mother — in her silky white nightgown — kept me warm. Her voice was soft, humming little tunes when she thought I was asleep.
Occasionally, I heard other voices — polite, formal ones. Nurses? Maybe personal family staff?
Sometimes another voice would speak — deeper, quieter. My father, I guessed.
From the way people addressed him with "Kuroyami-sama," and the polished shoes clicking against marble floors when he walked in… yeah. My family was loaded.
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The first few days went like that.
Eat. Sleep. Cry. Repeat.
But here's the thing about being born again with an adult mind:
You have a lot of time to think.
I couldn't talk yet, but inside my head?
I was already piecing things together.
One — my name was Akihiro Kuroyami.
Two — this was Japan.
Three — I was in some version of My Hero Academia's world.
I didn't see anyone using quirks yet. But the casual way the private nurse mentioned "quirk registration" when talking to my parents… yeah. That gave it away.
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By the end of my first month, I'd memorized my parents' voices.
Mom: warm, gentle, likes to hum while holding me in front of the huge glass windows overlooking the city.
Dad: calm, maybe a little lazy, but had a weird habit of talking to me about the stock market and politics like I was an adult.
And honestly?
It wasn't bad.
Sure, I hated being helpless.
But at the same time… there was something nice about starting over.
No underground fights. No broken bones. No stress about rent or winning the next match.
Just… quiet, comfortable days.
For now.