My Hero Academia, the Fanfiction

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"Urghh... Where- ARH-!" a sharp pain spiked on my back as I tried to sit up, falling back onto the soft bed.

"Please don't try and move miss Kyokim. You haven't fully healed yet. But don't worry, the pain will go away tomorrow," a lady standing beside the bed wearing a white labcoat reassured.

She has grey hair put neatly into a bun and a noticeably big syringe sticking out. She wore a long and white lab coat and her hands are covered with yellow gloves. She was holding on to an unusual cane shaped like a syringe as well.

"But my name's Joelle Kim..." I stated, showing a confused face to the lady.

"Oh dear, it seems like it was true. Someone will come over later and explain everything to you. Alright?" The lady smiled, making her already small eyes even smaller.

Nodding, I rested back down on the bed, taking a look around. The room had baby blue walls and photo frames with certificates and pictures in them. At the corner, there is a brown wooden table with stacks of papers and documents.

Huh? How did I get here in the first place? That's right... I felt something push me into that portal thing!

"Um..."

"Call me recovery girl!" She smiled once more.

"Recovery girl, where am I?" I questioned, tilting my head slightly.

"You're in your bedroom dear," Recovery Girl said, shuffling around a few pieces of paper on the table. "Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be. Rest well!"

Recovery Girl waved goodbye and headed out of the door. I took a look around my so-called 'bedroom' and noticed that this doesn't look like a bedroom at all. More of an office with a bed that is too big placed in the middle.

After a few minutes, a man came into the room and sat cross-legged on the irregular yellow armchair beside the bed.

He had pure black hair and black-framed spectacles. He wore a suit too fancy for visiting someone and a distinct red striped tie. Black shiny boots covered his foot and a golden ring that looked oddly out of place on his right thumb.

"Joelle Kyokim. I see you have lost your memory. Let me help you catch up," the man adjusted his glasses and continued talking. "I am your uncle. There is no need to know my name. You aspired to be a hero since young and while doing an important task your father had assigned you, you suffered an injury that led you to lose your memory. Enough of blabbering  tomorrow, I will test your quirk so get ready at 8 a.m. and meet me outside."

At this point, I was expecting my so-called 'memories' to flashback into my head and tell me all the things I missed out but no, nothing came to mind. This person is a stranger to me. Uncle? I have never met my uncle before. My uncle on my mother's side is long gone and so I suppose this is my father's side. Father? My father looked nothing similar to the man in front of me. He didn't bother to talk properly and always mumbled, making it difficult for me to understand him. My father never wore suits. He is either in his underwear or in his unique sloppy polka dotted t-shirt that smelled of old cheese left in the shoe rack in the basement. Quirk? Hero? What in the world is he talking about?

My supposedly 'uncle' sighed and turned around, heading for the door. "But I don't know what your-"

"I am in a bad mood today. Do not try and talk back," He said, not even bothering to turn around. Then walked towards the door with his boots clicking on the floor in every step and slammed the door shut.

Sighing, I made myself comfortable on the bed and slowly fell asleep, ignoring the crazy situation happening right now.

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