Author's Note:
Hello! I just wanted to say that you should read the information first to better understand the quirk that inspired me to create this story.
If this story gets support, I'll continue it.The goal for the next chapter is 15 stars, and with 20 stars I'll release it faster.
Thanks for reading!
Let's continue.
There are many coincidences in this world—some good, others bad.
Right now, I was in one of the latter.
You might be wondering, why?
Simple, my dear schizophrenia (reader). My name is Renji Kurose… that's who I am now. Before… I don't have the slightest idea.
I'm what you'd call a reincarnated person.
Are you sure, Renji?
If having baby hands and two parents in front of me—both with Asian features—isn't enough proof… then sure.
I'm about 90% certain. The other 10% is that I'm in hell for whatever I did in my previous life.
But that doesn't matter.
The little I remember is entering a website, saying I liked the Potara… and then I woke up here after losing consciousness.
Do I like it? Not at all, man. Do you think I enjoy being a baby again?
Although it's strange… I don't feel sad or angry. Maybe because I haven't developed enough yet to cry… but whatever.
Thinking so much made me feel tired.
Damn… I hope this is a dream.
Spoiler: it wasn't.
Perspective Shift:
"Hey, honey…" Renji Kurose's mother said.
"What is it?" her husband replied without taking his eyes off the game.
"Our son… he has a strange look. Too serious… like he's already lived through a thousand things."
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"Nah, it's probably his quirk."
The woman looked at him like, are you serious?
"At eight months old and you're already blaming his quirk?"
"Of course. Something similar happened to me—or at least that's what my parents said."
He said this while, almost instinctively, touching the earrings on his ears.
The woman noticed the gesture and sighed.
"Honey… seriously. What do you think will come out of the combination of our quirks?"
The man stayed silent for a few seconds.
"Let's see… I store energy in these earrings that I can't remove…"
He looked at his wife.
"And you combine objects… so… I don't know, something weird will come out. Fusion? Duplication? No idea, I'm not a doctor."
The woman sat beside him, holding the baby.
"I just hope he doesn't have a hard time…"
"Hey." The man finally looked away from the game."As long as we're here, no one's going to hurt him. Not stupid kids, and definitely not even more stupid adults."
The woman looked at him, calmer now, and took his hand.
"Thank you, Li," the wife said.
"I'm here for that, Mei," the husband replied.
Both of them stayed in a comfortable silence… until someone broke it.
"Sex?" the husband said, with a look full of a thousand perversions.
The woman looked at him like what the hell, then glanced at the child.
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"...Seriously?"
But in the end, with a whatever expression, both of them got up and went to the bedroom… with the child included.
And that's how Renji got his first trauma after waking up in this world again.
1 year:
Apparently, I've been in this world for a year. I'm currently 2 years old in total.
I still don't remember much from my past life, just basic memories.
Was I younger? Older? A woman? A man?Stuff that's giving me an existential crisis… although—
I looked down at my little friend.
I'm a man, and that's what matters.
Shaking my head, I walked as best as I could. I wanted to walk properly, not like a clumsy baby.
At first, when I suddenly started walking, my parents looked at me in shock. Now, they're one step away from telling me to go take out the trash.
I reached the kitchen. My mother was there and gave me some lollipops.
I went back to the living room while continuing to learn the language. For some reason, I already knew the basics, but it never hurts to learn more.
There was a newspaper lying around, and I looked at it from time to time. My parents thought I was looking at the pictures… but nah, I was reading the news.
All Might fighting some villains.Endeavor with about 20 lawsuits for property damage, both public and private.And random heroes trying to make a name for themselves.
I had a plan.
First, obviously, I'd become a hero if I had a power.If I didn't, well… I could be something else. Accountant? I like that idea.
But if I got a decent quirk, I'd try to get into U.A., which is supposedly where the main story takes place.
Shaking my head, I kept reading so I wouldn't end up looking like an idiot later for not even knowing how to read.
3 years and a bit:
Three years have passed in this world.
Now I can walk just fine, read just fine… although I still stumble over my words. I used to speak more Spanish.Did I speak Spanish? Well, I understand it, so I guess I did.
I'm building the kind of stamina a small child should have: walking, running, and playing until I'm exhausted.
You have no idea how good that feels. I play until I'm tired, fall asleep… and don't think too much.
Thinking like an adult or a teenager isn't very helpful in this situation.
I need to act a bit childish to avoid getting dragged into gifted-kid stuff or something like that.
4 years and a bit:
Right now, I'm in kindergarten, where kids learn the basics… which I already know.
At the moment, I'm drawing the great Vegetto from Dragon Ball, from what little I remember of my past life.
Damn… I've got talent.
I thought while looking at the drawing, so good it was actually satisfying to see.
"Kids!" the teacher said, making everyone look at her in confusion.
Next to her was a boy who looked proud.
The moment I saw him, I immediately knew what was going on.
His quirk.
"Your classmate has something to tell you," the teacher said with a smile.
The boy, whom I recognized as Usami, stepped forward.
"My quirk is super strength!" he said proudly.
Everyone started clapping. Me too… mostly out of courtesy.
Many went to ask Usami what else he could do with his quirk. Other kids just kept drawing.
Shaking my head, I felt a bit worried.
I'm almost five years old.
What if I didn't have any power?
Then the bullying would come… although I obviously wouldn't just let it happen.
Straight-up Mexican-style beatdown, damn it.
I shook my head again. My thoughts had gone on vacation right when it was time to leave.
As I walked, I always tried to see if there was anyone from Class 1-A or 1-B… although, to be honest, I was mostly going by hair color.
XD.
When I reached the exit, I saw my dad already there, talking to other parents.
Showing me off, as always.
My dad has always been the type to brag. He works as a caretaker for some rich family or something like that, no idea.My mom usually stays at home and works from there in cybersecurity.
As I got closer, I heard something that made me mentally sigh.
"I'm telling you, my son is a prodigy. He started walking like it was nothing in just a few days… damn, I'm so proud," my dad said while wiping away a tear.
The other parent just shook his head. They talked a bit more and then said goodbye.
As I got into the car, I looked at my dad, who had a calm smile.
Once we started driving, relaxing music began to play. Although, to be honest, the shows and music here aren't that great… they feel like generic shonen.
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"I'll always be proud of you, my little one," my dad said.
I looked at him and smiled.
"Thank you, father," I said with a genuine smile. This family treats me way too well.
My dad ruffled my hair and shook his head, as if he didn't need the thanks.
"Follow your dreams, son. Never doubt yourself. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you."
I smiled like the child I am… because, in the end, it really did feel good to hear that.
When I got home, I followed my routine: greeting my mom, playing with her like a good kid, and reading a few books to satisfy my mind, since I didn't want to spend time in front of screens yet.
I got tired from playing and doing "cardio"… meaning resistance training with rocks in my hands to test weights.
My dad was there, watching me with a proud smile, seeing how his schizophrenic son was running what looked like races… with his imaginary friend.
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Why do I feel like they're going to send me to a psychologist?
I thought, with dark lines, but kept going, running like any kid should.
When I finished, my mom bathed me. Yeah, they still bathed me. Not because I couldn't do it myself, but to avoid accidents. Plus, my mom always emphasized how important it was to wear good slippers in the bathroom.
When I got to bed, I said goodnight to my parents. Both came to tuck me in.
Slowly, I closed my eyes… until I fell unconscious.
Next day:
When I opened my eyes, I felt energy… more than usual. I assumed it was because of the bath I took.
I got up and did the basics: pee, poop, brush my teeth… and look in the mirror to confirm whether I was still handsome or even more handsome now.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I stopped brushing my teeth.
There was something… that hadn't been there before.
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My hand slowly moved to my ears.
And what I felt… and saw… was simply fascinating.
Potara?
I thought, surprised.
I looked at the mirror: the earrings moved along with my head.
There were two. One on each ear.
Yellow.
Without wasting time, I finished brushing my teeth however I could, washed my face, and ran downstairs to where my parents were.
Both were talking… until they saw me.
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"Son… if you wanted to copy me, you didn't need to put on earrings," my father said calmly.
My mom and I looked at him with blank expressions.
Realizing he had just said something stupid, my dad coughed.
"Well… what do you need, son?" he said, trying to recover.
"My quirk," I said, pointing at my ears.
Both of them widened their eyes and looked at each other.
My mom looked at my dad's earrings… then at mine. They looked nothing alike.
She walked over and knelt in front of me.
"Son… do you feel anything different?" she asked calmly.
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I looked at my hands… then at her.
"I feel energy… more energy."
My mom nodded.
"Then we're going to the doctor. We were planning to go in a month… but better now," she said, glancing at my dad.
My dad got the hint instantly and took out his phone. He texted his bosses… who basically told him to go ahead.
The three of us headed to the nearest clinic.
End Part 1.