The small living room was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV. Four-year-old Izuku Midoriya sat on the couch, tiny legs dangling, clutching the All Might figure in his hands.
His eyes were red.
Tears still clung to his lashes.
The doctor's words from earlier echoed in the background of his mind:
"He doesn't have a quirk."
And now… his trembling voice escaped again as he looked up at the woman across from him—his mother.
"Mom… do you think… I can still be a hero?"
Inko Midoriya froze.
Her lips trembled.
Her eyes filled instantly.
A soft, broken sound left her throat.
She moved toward him, wrapping her arms around his tiny shoulders.
"I—Izuku… I'm so sorry," she whispered, voice cracking. "I'm really… really sorry."
And that was the moment—
Something cracked in his mind.
A sudden jolt—like a snap of bright white light.
A flood of memories crashed into him…
Cars.
A street.
Headlights.
A loud horn.
Pain—sharp, blinding.
Then darkness.
Then—
Waking up here.
He blinked.
Hard.
…Who is this woman?
He stared at her face—the soft cheeks, the green eyes filled with guilt, the shaking lips.
He didn't know her.
At least—
the he that had just awakened didn't.
And then she whispered again:
"I'm sorry, Izuku… I'm so sorry for not being able to give you a quirk…"
Izuku?
Izuku…? Who?
He felt his heart lurch.
The tiny hands in his lap—
His small legs—
The unfamiliar pitch of his own breathing—
He understood in one horrifying, surreal moment:
This wasn't his body.
This wasn't his world.
And the woman crying into his shirt…
…wasn't his mother.
His mind reeled as fragments of another life stitched into place, followed immediately by memories of this world—
Heroes.
Quirks.
UA.
All Might.
Villains.
End of All Might.
Shigaraki.
All For One.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
I… reincarnated? As… Izuku Midoriya?
The woman—his new mother—tightened her hug, shaking.
"Izuku, my sweet boy… I'm sorry…"
He didn't know what to say.
He didn't even trust his voice yet.
So he said nothing.
He just stared over her shoulder, eyes widening as the truth settled inside him like a stone dropping into deep water.
He was in the body of a quirkless four-year-old child.
He was Izuku Midoriya.
And destiny—the entire future of this world—was about to change.
Ps: this is my first time writing so please be easy on me