MHA: A Second Chance at Life

Prologue

I was 6 almost 7 when my life changed.

In an old small house, the sound of yelling and things breaking could be heard. Inside the house is a family of 3, a tall middle-aged man with black hair in a buzz-cut style, an average-height woman with long black hair with red streaks, and a small underweight boy with black hair with red streaks that reaches to the base of his neck and a scar over his right eye. The boy was currently being beaten by his father who was holding a beer bottle.

"Get up! What was the point of having you if you won't do anything useful!" The father yelled while punching his son.

The mother then walks into the room. "We should just get rid of him. It's not like anyone will miss him, he was useless anyway. He'll never be able to do what we want him to do."

The father raises the beer bottle, ready to end their son, when it happened, the 12 animals of the Japanese zodiac manifested from the boy, the dragon spirit looked at the parents angered and it lashed out along with the other spirits, they destroyed everything and they only did this for one reason: to protect the boy. The parents weren't able to survive and the house was destroyed, the only thing that remained was the little boy, the only reason why was because the spirits protected him. The boy wasn't scared, why? It's because it was his Quirk and it saved him, the boy, Akira looked at the spirits in awe and gratitude.

"You saved me, thank you," Akira said to the spirits and they all bowed their heads.

The spirits return to Akira's body, Akira looks around his destroyed house and decides to leave since it meant nothing to him and it was just a place full of bad memories. Akira decides to roam the streets and see if he can find someone who can help him. It has been hours of searching and by this time Akira has given up and decides to rest on the sidewalk. All people seemed to do was pass by him without paying him any mind, Akira didn't care, the most noticeable thing about him was the red streaks in his hair. Akira felt a wave of drowsiness hit him but he pushed it away when he saw someone approach him. The man was tall and slender, he had pale skin, messy shoulder-length black hair, and a worn-out appearance.

The man bent down in front of Akira. "Hey kid, what are you doing on the streets? Where are your parents?"

Akira looks away. "They're dead."

The man's eyes widen in surprise before he stands up. "Come on I'll take you to a police station so we can get this sorted out." The man reaches his hand out for Akira to take. "I'm Shota Aizawa."

Akira took Shota Aizawa's hand. "Akira Tatsutora."

They make it to a police station where Akira gets asked a series of questions and he tries his best to answer them.

A tall man with short black hair walks in. "Hello, I am Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi." Tsukauchi holds his hand out for Akira to shake but he doesn't move. Tsukauchi retracts his hand and starts asking Akira questions. "How old are you, Akira?"

"I'm 6, almost 7," Akira answers.

"What were you doing alone? According to Aizawa, you were just sitting there on the sidewalk."

"I was just trying to get away."

"Get away from what? I'm sure your parents are worried about you."

Akira flinched at the mention of his parents, this didn't go unnoticed by Aizawa. "My parents didn't care about me, even if they did it wouldn't matter, they're both dead."

Everyone else in the room freezes at Akira's words. Tsukauchi decided to press on. "And what happened to your parents?"

Everyone in the room waits for Akira's answer. Aizawa notices that Akira's shaking and walks next to him to put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Akira looks at Aizawa and says a small thank you. Tsukauchi and Aizawa walk into another room to discuss the situation.

"Okay, it's obvious that Akira was abused by his parents, he's underweight and he flinched when you mentioned them," Aizawa tells Tsukauchi. "First, we need to get him something to eat, then we need to figure out what to do with him."

"I think I have a solution to figuring out what to do with him," Tsukauchi says and this catches Aizawa's attention. "I mean, if you're willing maybe you can take care of him."

Aizawa thinks about it for a minute. Akira seemed to trust him and he had to admit it the kid was growing on him. "I'll take care of him, maybe if I ask him what happened he'll answer."

Tsukauchi nodded and walked back into the room Akira was in with Aizawa following him. Tsukauchi asks someone to bring Akira something to eat. A man with dark green hair and yellow glasses left the room and came back a few minutes later with a platter of gyoza and placed them in front of Akira. Akira just looks at the platter and then looks at the man who brought them.

"Go on, you need something to eat." The man said.

Akira picks one of the gyoza up and tastes it. He likes the gyoza and eats the rest as if they'll disappear. Once he's done eating the man takes the platter and goes to pat Akira's shoulder but Akira flinched away thinking that he was about to be hit.

"Don't fret, no one will hurt you." The man said. The man walks back to his place at the side of the room.

Aizawa then walks up to Akira so he can ask, "Akira, what happened to your parents?"

Akira looks down before answering. "My parents were going to kill me," This shocked everyone in the room. "But that's when my Quirk went berserk, my Quirk is called Spirit Shifter, there are 12 spirits in my body that are the animals of the Japanese zodiac, the spirits can manifest so they can communicate with me physically, and I can shapeshift into any of them. My father was about to kill me, and that's when they all manifested, they killed my parents and destroyed the house."

Everyone was shocked by the story, this little boy's parents were going to kill him, but the question was why?

Aizawa stands and holds his hand out for Akira. "Don't worry Akira, I'll take care of you."

Akira looks up at Aizawa and takes his hand with a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa."

Aizawa smiles at the boy. "Call me Shota."