CHAPTER 1

A/N: First attempt at a SI, and second attempt at writing a My Hero Academia fanfic. The first one I wrote had to be deleted because of lack of inspiration, being not completely original (I later found out that BOTH of my OC's Quirks had already been introduced, so bummer for me), and also not liking my main OC's personality really much. Hopefully, this one here WILL BE original (crossing my fingers here, and PLEASE DON'T CRUSH MY DREAMS!) I'm writing this because I enjoy writing.

So, couple things: there will be NO ROMANCE here, like in my previous one (mostly because I suck at writing them down) and I will certainly try to upload this as frequently as humanly possible. I already have this fic's second chapter almost done, it only needs a couple tweaks here and there before it's ready to go though. The first one feels a bit rushed up (especially the ending) but I promise I'll make better next time.

Will this be AU? Sorta? I don't really know for sure. I'm not really good at changing things out of the blue and creating a whole new scene. But yeah, I guess this is kind of AU. Ish. There will be changes, that's for sure. It's the consequences I'm more concerned about.

Well. You'll see later on, I guess.

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia belongs to the fabulous author Kohei Horikoshi. I only own a couple OCs.

I tried to breathe. It came out with a wet gurgle, the thick taste of iron filling my mouth and coming out in streams from the corners. My sight couldn't focus on anything, swimming in and out of darkness; my hearing wasn't any better. I was almost convinced that one of my eyes couldn't open due to the blood though.

Everything hurt. My arms, twisted horribly and bones snapped out of my skin. My torso, caved in and impaled with a stray, thick branch. My head, heavily concussed. The only thing I couldn't feel, was my body from my waist down.

That panicked me more than the excruciating pain the rest of my body was going through. I tried moving my left leg, then my right. None responded.

The car shook. A cacophony of voices reached my broken hearing.

Someone was there. Someone was trying to help me…!

I tried screaming, pleading for help. But all that came out was a pathetic whimper, more blood drowning the sound. Still, that only seemed to egg my saviors on, because the car shook again.

"... can't! The… in my…!"

"... calling them… too late! He's… forever!"

"Pe… us! … please!"

"PETER!"

Huh?

Where… was I?

All sounds came muffled into my ear. Darkness, though slightly oppressive, felt incredibly warm and safe. I tried to kick the walls around me, trying to get myself more comfortable. It felt… strangely squishy.

Ugh… I wanted to sleep.

Somewhere deep me, I knew it wasn't my time yet.

The muffled sounds lulled me back to sleep.

TOO NOISY!

What the hell!? I was so peacefully sleeping, when suddenly my ears popped and every noise became too sharp for me. My lungs felt funny, my back also felt funny, and my protective walls had all of a sudden vanished into non-existence.

Then the most peaceful sensation filled me when someone encircled me and held me close. A voice, female and beautiful-sounding, cooed and hummed what sounded like a lullaby.

I… I wanted to see… The person with that beautiful voice…

I blearily opened my eyes, instantly closing them when the light grew too intense for my eyes. I blinked once, twice, the figures around me too blurry for me to get any details on. I could distinguish, however, the one holding me. Her beatific smile, deep blue eyes and hair the purest of white. Her arms, though frail-looking, held me protectively against her chest with the–

Wait… holding me? Since when had I the size of a–?

Oh. Oh no.

I… Did I just…?

The moment the situation got clear in my brain, I loudly bawled, my self-control over my emotions right about non-existent at the moment. That… was… traumatic! How the hell did I become a freaking newborn baby!?

I felt my body being held even closer, a shushing sound coming from the obviously bewildered woman holding me in her arms. Too caught up in my shock and –let's be honest here– fear that overwhelmed me right now, I just ignored her, trying to calm my anguish by bawling my eyes out.

This was freaking wrong! I'm a freaking twenty-year-old man, for fuck's sake! I-am-not-a-fucking-baby! This was not my place, this was not my body! Whoever had the brilliant idea to do this stupid joke, just take me back where I fucking belonged!

A slender finger, soft and with a perfect nail, suddenly touched my tear-soaked puffy cheek. This startled me so much that I instantly stopped crying, wide eyes blinking at the woman holding me in her arms.

She was laughing. Her smile looked so bright and happy –despite her evident exhaustion– that it seemed to illuminate the whole space. She said something down at me, in a language I faintly recognized as Japanese (which I didn't have a whole grasp on)– it served for me to instantly calm down and weakly grip her finger between my small chubby ones. She chuckled at that, and lifted me to give me a kiss on the forehead.

I… I liked that.

My back felt wrong.

Even with the mind of a six-month baby, my subconscious as a twenty-year-old man knew something was wrong with my back. It felt… lumpy, and there was much more weight in it that it should be. Crawling, much less walking, was proving to be a pain because of the wrongness in my back. Also sleeping, since I had to sleep on my side or face-down in my crib. Which was also dangerous– if my memories were correct, one of the symptoms of sudden infant death syndrome was sleeping face-down on the crib.

The blue-eyed, white-haired woman I now knew was my mother in this new life, she didn't seem concerned about this. In fact, she looked delighted for some reason. Some old guys kept visiting us, locking me up with them in a single room once a month, just seizing me up for an hour before leaving with the same swiftness as a ghost. All I knew, my mother apparently didn't like them very much, judging her frown whenever she found them at our doorstep.

With my limited language (verbal at any rate, because mentally I would be considered a genius) I learned that my name was Hoseki Enzeru, and my mother was Hoseki Koe. Pretty Japanese-sounding names… So I was reborn into a Japanese environment, huh. I was still weirded out by the fact that I was an adult inside an infant's body, but at least I wasn't alone.

Or so I hoped, anyways.

I didn't see my father anywhere. Whenever I asked my mother about him, she'd get that complicated look on her face and change the subject.

(I learned as I gre up that he'd died not long ago before my birth.)

When I finally reached a year, I got to see myself in a mirror. For some reason every mirror in the Japanese-style house had been covered by thick curtains, and the only one I was permitted to use was the one saved in the farthest room of the house we inhabited.

Mom guided me by the hand, not minding my occasional stumbling or the fact that I was far smaller than her and thus having to almost crouch beside me to keep my pace.

"Now here, En-kun." My mother smiled down at me, giving me my special nickname that I personally loved. "Don't be afraid, alright?"

I just looked up at her, mutely. For some reason, I felt like not wanting anyone to know that I actually understood my mom and the old guys perfectly. Well, maybe mom, but certainly not the old guys.

We finally stopped before a richly-decorated door. I never thought about this before, but the feel of this house almost seemed more like a mansion.

Mom knelt down before me and made sure I was presentable. She straightened my Japanese-styled silk robes and smoothed down the mop of white hair I inherited from her. She smiled down at me, a brilliant smile that drew one of a kind in mine.

I loved my mother, dearly.

Even if she wasn't my first mother.

"You've always been so quiet and well-mannered… You never give problems." Her blue eyes somehow showed a hint of sadness, and I quickly frowned– as much as I wanted to stay away from becoming a genius, I didn't want my mother to be sad.

"Don't be sad, mommy." I grabbed her hand resting on my cheek, inwardly flinching at my high-pitched voice. I was not looking forward when my voice cracked because of puberty.

Her eyes twinkled, another smile even shinier than before adorning her perfect face. Her free hand smoothed down my hair again, letting me hold the other.

"Thank you, En-kun. You're a really good boy, you know that?"

"Heheh, I know!" I cheekily grinned, earning a soft laugh from her.

As mom said, I made sure to be perfectly composed during my first year in this life. To be well-mannered, not be loud or annoying (only when my diapers were needed to be changed or when I was hungry) and overall, try to understand the environment I was in. I quickly got the reputation of a quiet boy with big, innocent eyes trying to catch everything around me. Learning.

And boy did I learn things!

My family, for starters. With the peculiarity of its members being all male (except for my mother of course), we were also filthy rich. As in, we owned a mansion carved in the face of a mountain level of rich, where we resided on currently. Apart from several other homes in the city, used only by those with business in there. We owned whole establishments, and even private parks. I had no idea who managed all the money, or even how we got it in the first place, but coming from a rather humble background in my former life–

–"Hang on, Peter!"–

–this change of situation was certainly welcome for me. Of course, I wouldn't like to become one of those snotty little brats looking down on everyone because of their superior wealth.

It was weird though, that despite living in an apparently huge mansion, I never knew nothing beyond my bedroom and bathroom (no mirror of course).

The second thing I quickly learned (and that got my old geeky instincts almost squealing in pure delight) was a single word that escaped from my mom's lips when she was talking with one of the old men.

Quirk. With capital Q.

She said something about me inheriting my father's Quirk.

My mind was on a freaking loop after that. I understood then why I was in a Japanese-styled world, but couldn't understand how in all hells I managed to enter a world that didn't exist. For Christ's sake, My Hero Academia was an anime!

... Then again, for all my laziness, I was a smart kid, both in this world and in the previous one. In my nerdy theories, I knew about the multiverse and the like. If that was true, then it would be logical to deduce that every other world existed as well. That was the dream of every geek, to be able to enter their favorite anime/manga and be able to interact with the characters, and to even change the history inside!

But why did I get reincarnated into My Hero Academia of all worlds? I mean, I got to be in a world I knew a lot about, plot-wise most of all, so I got the long end of the stick at least. But changing the rules would unleash the butterfly effect no doubt– hell, even right now, with my unforeseen birth, I might be changing things forever…

Oh well. Better look at this on the bright side: I got to be in a cool world! I only wished my Quirk wasn't utterly useless and unable to get me to be a Pro Hero…

"En-kun?"

My mom's voice brought me back to the present, her blue eyes scanning my face with a crease of worry on her delicate forehead.

"We… don't have to do this if you don't want to sweetheart." She smiled softly at me as her concerned wrinkles disappeared. Her fingers ran from my forehead down my face, to my chin, holding it softly. "I can tell the elders to do this another day…"

Right. The elders. That was what they were called. A rather dignified title. And family too, maybe my grandfather and great uncles. I didn't know why they insisted on being called 'elders' though, if they were family. Or even why they kept themselves away from everyone.

Heck, I knew nothing about this family at all.

"No." I shook my head all the same. "I wanna do this, mommy."

And I did want to know. What the hell was this about, for starters?

She smiled even wider. "That's my boy. Now listen," her face grew serious, "inside there, you'll see the elders around a mirror. I'll go inside with you, so don't worry. Okay sweetheart?"

"Yeah!" I nodded with a bright smile on my face.

She chuckled and then kissed my forehead. I relished on it, glad that I had such a wonderful mother here. I barely remembered mine from my previous life, as she died when I was born, but I figured she loved me as much as Hoseki Koe.

The atmosphere inside was rather solemn and a bit oppressive for my tastes. Some kind of heavy-scented incense filled the room, and it was empty except for the elders in the center of the room, all standing around what looked like a full-body, two-feet mirror. I could barely see anything else as there was only a single lamp hanging from the ceiling just above the elders, but I could feel the thick carpet under my feet. Spooked by the whole atmosphere, I clung tighter to Mom, who only answered with an equally vice-grip on my little hand.

"Hoseki Enzeru." One of the elders spoke with a surprisingly strong voice. "Step forward."

I admit, I jumped at that voice. Not only at how sudden it came, but also at how authoritative it sounded. Whoever this guy was, he obviously commanded the others.

"Y-yes!"

Mom knelt behind me and gave me a little push when we were near them. I stumbled with my chubby legs, thankful that I didn't make a fool of myself, like tripping on nothing. These guys looked like serious business.

Once I stood in front of the mirror, I finally got a look at myself.

The most prominent things that had changed about me, was my incredibly-pale skin and white hair, along with my pale grey eyes. All in all, I looked like a freaking ghost! I wasn't sure I liked my new looks. I knew I shouldn't pay much attention at how chubby I looked or the paleness of my skin (I'd make sure to tan my skin later on), but those eyes and hair… Somehow I doubted the elders would let me put on contact lenses and dye my hair a different color.

"Turn around."

The elder at the far left suddenly barked, making me jump again.

"Huh…?" I just let a confused noise as I blinked up at him. Man, the five of them looked exactly the same! Talk about weird.

His face darkened. Uh-oh.

"I said turn. Around."

I quickly did so, almost stepping on my own toes. One thing about old men with high positions: never piss them off. They're scary enough as they are with their matching faces.

"Hm… They're growing nicely." One of the elders commented.

'Huh? Growing?' I frowned in confusion.

"Yes…" Another said, his voice slightly less raspy than the others'. "I assume in three or so more years we'll see his other Quirk, hopefully. Then we can train him."

I felt one of the men's hand on the back of my neck, and then brushed over the wrongness of my back. It sent me a violent shudder down my spine, and I immediately knew that I didn't like the sensation. Like, at all.

"No!" I couldn't help but to try to get away by swirling around and backing up abruptly. My motion threw me off-balance, unfortunately, and I ended landing on my butt.

"En-kun!" Like a flash, Mom was there, worried I'd injured myself; I wasn't, but it worried me that I couldn't help such a violent reaction from them touching my back.

Still, their satisfied smirks scared me more.

"Yes, his wings will grow quite nicely, if he doesn't like them being touched so young."

… Wings?

I tried touching my back, my hand grazing the wrongness in my shoulder blades. Mom, realizing what I was trying to do, scuttled a bit away from the old men and helped me reach what I felt wrong. They felt like stumps, horribly sticking out. They twitched at my touch, and I felt them like mine. Plumes and down of grey popped from those stumps here and there.

My brain short-circuited as I tried to process this, chubby fingers straining to touch those stumps.

I… Those were wings? I–I had wings? That was my Quirk?

A smile slowly crept its way onto my face.

That… That was… so AWESOME! So far it seemed that getting reincarnated into this world had far exceeded my expectations and compensated getting sucked from my original life. Not that I had anyone who would miss me back there, but hey…

Then I thought of my name, Enzeru. I wasn't very sure, but it sounded pretty much like 'Angel'. I loved it. In a way, it represented all I had wanted to be in my previous world–someone to look up to, to protect and help those in need. But… for some reason I couldn't remember, that dream just vanished. This time, it'd be different.

I wanted to become this world's Guardian Angel. And I would do it, by becoming a Pro Hero and protecting those important to me.

... Well that was... Awfully short for my standards. I'll have to do much better from here on out.

But oh well! See ya next chapter!