In the middle of a busy pedestrian street, a man with a tied-up black man bun walked alone, completely absorbed in his phone. Head down, fingers tapping, he paid no mind to the world around him—let alone the crosswalk he was about to step into.
A car shot down the road at alarming speed.
Honk! Honnnkkk!
"Hey! Get outta the way, bitch!" an old man yelled from behind the wheel.
But the pedestrian didn't react fast enough.
BOOM!
Screams echoed through the street.
"Someone call a medic—now!"
"Oh god, don't let my child look!"
The man lay sprawled in a mangled heap, blood pooling beneath his crushed body, half of him still twitching.
The driver, by some twist of fate, escaped with only minor injuries.
"Cough... cough... Is this really how I die? Hit by a damn car?" The man chuckled weakly, his voice barely a whisper. "Tch... guess it's not the worst way to go."
And with that, his eyes closed for the final time.
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Elsewhere, in a hospital in Musutafu, Japan...
"Miss Karasuma, push! The baby's almost out!" a nurse urged, supporting the woman in labor.
"You've got this, honey," her husband said, gripping her hand. He had thick hair, a solid beard, and tears brimming in his eyes. "You're strong—just a little more."
"ARGHHHH, IT HURTS!" she screamed.
"The head's out! One last push!"
'Where... am I?' a tiny consciousness stirred. 'Why are the people so huge? And why the hell am I alive?!'
The baby slipped into the world, but there was silence.
"He's not crying. Might need some stimulation." The nurse glanced at the child. "Gonna give him a little slap."
'Wait. Wait—what are you doing with my butt? No! STOOOOP—!'
SLAP
"UWAAAHHH!"
"There we go," the nurse smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Karasuma! A healthy baby boy. Bit quiet at first, but nothing to worry about."
The father took the newborn into his arms, eyes glistening.
"Shh, shh… my precious boy." He turned to his exhausted wife. "What do you want to name him?"
She smiled faintly. "Shin… Shin Karasuma."
"Shin Karasuma, huh? I love it," his father said, voice soft with emotion. "Welcome to the world, Shin. We'll take care of you with everything we've got."
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One Year Later
First Person POV
In the middle of our cozy living room in Musutafu, I, Shin Karasuma, was playing with an All Might figurine.
Yep, that's me. The kid. The toddler. The reincarnated ex-human who died via car and got reborn into My Hero Academia. Still wrapping my head around that, honestly.
Let me give you a quick recap of this wild ride so far—don't mind the fourth wall, it'll survive.
At first, I thought this was some kind of fever dream. But the diapers were real. The crying was real. The... breast milk was very real.
Yeah, let's talk about that. Imagine being a full-grown man inside a baby's body, and suddenly you're being breastfed. I was mortified. But my body? Traitor. It knew what it needed and went straight for the goods.
On the bright side, my mom is gorgeous. Like, seriously—model levels. Long, wavy hair, gentle but fierce eyes, an hourglass figure... She's like a final boss you don't want to mess with but also want to hug forever.
And she's terrifying when she's angry.
One time, Dad was playing with me—he tossed me in the air (like dads do), and Mom saw it. Next thing I knew, she electrocuted him. Yup. Real lightning. That's when it hit me: I'm in a world of superpowers.
A month later, she gave me an All Might figure for my birthday. That confirmed it.
I'm in My Hero Academia.
That realization scared me a bit. This world isn't sunshine and rainbows. Villains. Quirks. People like All For One. Anyone could be a target, including my family.
Speaking of family—my dad's awesome. He's not a hero, just an office worker, but his quirk? Strong Body. Enhances his entire physique. I once saw him lift a ton of concrete like it was a box of cereal. Dude's basically a fuzzy Captain America with a Japanese twist.
"Shin-chan! There you are, come to Mommy!" Mom called with her signature loving smile.
There she goes again, offering the milk.
"Milk!" I shouted, crawling toward her with all the speed my baby limbs could manage.
"You can do it, Shin-chan!" she encouraged, clapping softly.
I turbo-crawled across the carpet, determination in my baby eyes, and threw myself into her arms.
"Yay! You did it, my little hero. Time for some milk~" she cooed, lifting her shirt.
Welp. Can't fight it. I'm just a hungry baby in a world full of danger and quirks… and delicious milk.
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