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She remembers dying.
Not the details, not the how, or the why, just the quiet after. The stillness that comes when you finally stop caring about what happens next. There was peace in that. Heavy, dull peace.
And then there wasn’t.
Now there’s noise. Too much noise. Someone’s crying, and it takes her a few seconds to realize it’s her. Her throat burns. Her body feels wrong. Too small, weak, soft in ways it shouldn’t.
It hits her slowly, like a bad connection stabilizing: she’s a baby.
Just Great.
She opens her eyes to blurry shapes and light that hurts. The air smells sterile and too clean, the kind of clean that hides something rotten underneath, like bleach and metal. Someone says something in a language she doesn't recognize. Her brain feels like it’s buffering.
It takes months to put it together. This isn’t her world. People talk about these "quirks" and heroes like it’s weather, like it’s nothing. She put the pieces together and figured out she was in an anime called My Hero Academia. Not 100 percent positive about that, but remembers they had quirks in it. She doesn’t even remember much about My Hero Academia, just vague internet knowledge: capes, quirks, heroes, U.A., and a green-haired kid that she thinks is the main character. Nothing useful.
Which is fine. She wasn’t planning to get involved anyway. Better to just avoid the storyline as much as possible.
As far as she can tell, she’s just another nameless orphan in some overcrowded building full of screaming kids and exhausted caretakers. They feed her on a schedule, change her when they remember, and leave the TV on all day. She spends most of her time staring at the ceiling and trying not to think too hard about how she ended up here. Even in this life, she didn't get a family either. Just her luck
Babies aren’t supposed to think this much. She knows that. But she can’t turn it off. She is an adult stuck in the body of a baby, like, come on. It’s like her brain came back online before the rest of her did.
So she watches. Listens. Files things away.
The caretakers talk about quirks like they are everything. One kid can make paper float; another can heat his bottle with his hands. Everyone’s waiting to see what hers will be.
And like as if there is a God against her somewhere. She gets nothing. If they have given a second chance in this anime, the least they could do is give her a power or something.
But for the first time in a long time, there is also something that feels like a relief.
Because if she has no quirk, then maybe she has no role in the story. No destiny. No grand expectations.
Just a second chance to exist quietly.
However, of course, life never really lets her have a quiet life for long.