From what I remembered, I was laughing my ass off being third times more drunk than anything, partying the night away with some bastards I called my friends.

The next thing I knew, I-or more so something that wasn't actually me-was laying on my back, crying in a voice I never thought I could produce ever again, and to top it all? A pair of adults probably no older than their late twenties was looking down on me, smiling and crying at the same time.

To say the least, I had no fucking idea of what was going on, and I didn't like it at all.

"She's beautiful." The man with chestnut brown hair sniffed as he stroked my cheek lovingly.

"I know she is." The woman with silky brown locks smiled with tears, her eyes never losing affection towards… Well, me, I guess?

I wanted to blurt out. Why, who, what the hell is going on?!

"Did we name her?"

"Of course we did, honey." The lady, who I presumed to be a mother (?), turned to me, smiling.

"Welcome to our family, Ochako."

…If my eardrums didn't split and vomit acid, did she say what I thought she just did?

Zero to Hero

Chapter 0: Zero

Hi, hello, greetings, salutations.

If you aren't familiar with me, nice to meet you. I'm the main character of this story, but technically a side character in the main story. Confused? I know. I am too.

Well, my name is Uraraka Ochako. Or, more like, I was reincarnated as her.

The last memory of my life was me being shit drunk in a bar, not inside a uterus after all. I'm screwed up in the head, but not that crazy. So why oh why is it that I find myself in the body of a newborn baby?

The answer: I got nothing. Maybe it had something to do with the random note I found lying in front of my door, maybe it had something to do with the random guy that bumped my shoulder when I was walking the roads of Tokyo at night. Whatever it is, I don't have a damned clue of how I got caught up in this mess.

Moving on. Being raised as a fictional character in a fictional world, isn't actually all that bad. Sure, I still have a hard time accepting this reality, but Uraraka's- mine now, I guess- parents were amazing people. They were loving and kind and hardworking- it wasn't a surprise why the canon Uraraka wanted to become a hero to repay them. All I can say is that being reborn as Uraraka Ochako wasn't that bad. It's weird, but not horrible.

Another factor, this world, full of inhumane people with inhumane powers known as quirks, was mind boggling. Every day was like spending my life in space, full of wonders and mysteries. The manga didn't show all the quirks of modern day people living in this world, and I honestly wished that they would've. Street performers were like circus people, and working at a construction site seemed like working in Disney Land.

If you didn't catch on, I love Boku no Hero Academia, and I'm not sure whether to curse or worship the being who sent me here.

Above all were all the good factors in this. Even if it was a dream come true, it doesn't mean that there were no bad points to this.

One, there are heroes as there are villains. Bad guys, not ordinary ones but ones with superpowers, are roaming the street, the alleyways, everywhere every day. Most have the uncanny ability to kill or castrate anyone who becomes their prey, and I'm not so keen on that idea. I'd rather have my head and limbs attached to my body, thank you very much.

Second, the heroes themselves. Not to say that there are plenty of wonderful heroes, All Might for an obvious example, but there are also heroes who only work for the sake of money. Corrupted heroes who don't give a rat's ass about the people, but do care about the hefty rewards and fame. I've always felt sick and disgusted whenever a hero like that appeared on television. That was why the Hero Killer arc was very conflicting for me, while I agreed that heroes like that shouldn't even be called heroes, it doesn't justify killing them because of it. Throw them into prison, hand them over to the police, sure, but murdering? I wasn't so sure about that.

And lastly, the power struggles. I couldn't imagine what it was like in school. It was already bad in my world, but we didn't have the fatal superpowers to actually kill. Give a small kid with a big ego a destructive quirk? Hell knows what he would do to the ones with peaceful ones like, I don't know, blowing bubbles out of your mouth or something?

Actually being a part of this world made me think a lot. And this was when I was barely a few days old, lying about and doing nothing in the crib.

I made a decision. I don't know why someone sent me here, but I was going to stick to canon as much as possible. If I did something the normal Uraraka didn't, the entire scenario the world was supposed to follow might change. I might get mauled faster than I expected, or accidentally kill someone. So, I guess I'll try to be like the real Uraraka, and play it safe.

A voice of doubt whispered in my ear, will you let this chance slip by? A chance to be someone you wanted to be? Will you risk it to act as someone you are not, once again? I swatted that thought away and buried it in the depths of my mind.

Time flew. Before I knew it, I was walking and talking. I thought it would be hard to speak like a baby, but it turned out that only my mind was what I kept from my old self. It took a while getting the hang of walking and speaking, like any ordinary baby. My parents didn't doubt that I wasn't really their canon daughter at all.

Then, the books came. Remember when I said I kept my mind? Yeah, I kept my 24 years worth of intellect with me too. I could read and understand the difficult words on thick books, something that a three year old shouldn't be able to accomplish. When my parents found out, they were shocked, but more like-

"Our daughter's a genius, Hana!" My father sniffed as he lovingly patted my head,

"She is, isn't she? Oh, I'm so proud!" My mother wailed as she literally started squeezing the life out of me.

"M-mama can't breathe." I choked, lightly hitting her arm.

Yeah, I love them. Can't get enough of em'.

Oh yeah, and also-

"Mama, look! It's floating!"

"Wha-oh, Ochako! It's your- Honey, come and take a picture, quick!"

"I'm coming! Ochako, smile for the camera!"

My quirk manifested at the age of three. It was just as I had expected, it was Zero Gravity.

I knew what I had to do. I guess if I was going to be a hero, I needed to be able to defend myself. I did not want to vomit because of nausea caused by going past the weight limit.

So, first things first, I needed to know my limits. I needed to know how much gravity I could nullify, and if I could go past them. Also, maybe learning some martial arts could help. Canon Ochako went to Gunhead for a reason, didn't she? Learning something she would be learning later on shouldn't alter the future so much, I mused, relaxing. Relying on a quirk is good and all, but having physical prowess can be a great advantage too.

For years to come I would be puking almost every day and getting bruises everywhere and feeling very guilty for causing my mother more work and worry.

"Mama, I think I broke a bone..."

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll get daddy to drop us off at the hospital, so please promise me, DON'T EVER DO THAT FLYING KICK AGAIN UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO DIE OF HEARTATTACK!"

Plus Ultra, am I right?

…

Hello, it's been three years .

I've been away for so long. So much work and stuff that I didn't really have time to write. If I had time to write, I had absolute zero confidence I could continue because my attention span is as short as an ant.

But, I have been reading. A lot. I've recently stumbled upon a few SI reborn types of fics, and motivation for writing one myself came bursting in like a wrecking ball.

I also had many ideas, and I got at least the first chapter of those 'ideas' typed out. Not sure if I will ever post them though.

I'm not sure how far I'll get with this one, but I'm willing to try. Small step, baby steps.

For those who are willing to continue reading, I hope you have an enjoyable time.

~LunaricFairy12~