Reincarnated-Kind Of

1- Izuku Midoriya: Re-Origin

Quick A/N before we get this show on the road, there will be very graphic depictions of violence in this story. 

Summary: Izuku is coming to the end of his road, and he regrets so many things. But he finds he has one more chance.

Notes: ⚠️This story contains information from the first 3 seasons of MHA and no content from the manga⚠️ This will hopefully be a big thing-if you read this, please oh please leave a comment, it makes me so happy. Most of my chapters will be 500-2,000 words with an extensive vocabulary and meme references mixed in. I promise to finish this story, and I try to update every week or so, probably less. Without further however the heck you spell it, the story.

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Date: October 17, 2056

So, I guess my life wasn't the most normal experience, but I was pretty happy with it. By now, you probably all know my story. I was born quirk-less, bullied my whole life, was passed down One for All, and became the #1 hero. But now, here I am: laying here, next to my wife, Uraraka, both of us at the end of our roads. We've lived a long, successful life as pro heroes.

I held Ochaco's hand, squeezing it tightly as I feel my eyelids slip: the weight of them being too heavy to keep up. I feel her squeeze back, the last thing I felt before sinking into the darkness.

Date: July 15, 1986

I opened my eyes to a bright room. My mother- my first mother- was staring at me, her eyes full of tears and adoration. I was handed to the doctors as I felt myself slip under.

Over the next few months, I struggled to talk. At three months old, I was able to say basic sentences. I was the only child in my kindergarten class that could talk fluently. I kept my reincarnation a secret, choosing to use my prior knowledge to help me. I advanced in school and was taking extra-curricular classes by first grade.

I only had one class with Katsuki in middle school (I kept the nickname I had for him: noticing how much it annoyed him even more than in my last life) and it was an elective that I hadn't taken in my prior life.

He obviously bullied me, but it was easier to deal with. I had started doing basic exercises in late years of elementary, and progressed with my workouts all through middle school. By my third year in middle school, I was stronger than him. He would push me down at the end of class, but I would shove him into the lockers in the halls, giving him a bloody nose and a face full of rage. I walked on past smirking.

In reality, I had always known what my quirk was. I was immortal. Well, not quite. I could die of old age and that was it.

Date: May 17, 2014

I was packing up from my class when I felt him behind me. He grabbed my notebook with a stupid look on his face. His friends laughed at me when he read the title on the cover out loud: 'No. 13 Hero analysis for the future'. I calmly reached for it and he pulled it farther away. He heated up his fists, but before he could burn my notebook- I snatched it from his grasp.

His and his friends' expressions were priceless. I would have laughed if I wasn't so annoyed.

"Honestly, Kacchan, still picking petty fights?" I huffed, "How childish of you," I said as I walked away, phone in hand with my notebook under my arm.

Katsuki stood there for a minute before grabbing the back of my shirt, choking me as he pulled me back towards him. He raised a hand threateningly, small explosions already crackling on his palm.

"You think you're better than me?! HUH?!" He shouted, I flinched before retorting back.

"Yeah, kind of." With a smirk, I pried his fingers from my shirt and walked out, leaving him with a scowl and an overall sense of confusion.

I walked my way home: through the tunnel/ bridge, cackling when the sludge villain emerged from the drainage. I sighed in defeat, knowing I would have to do this to get One For All. I took a big breath in just as he finished his monologue, being encompassed by the mass of slime. I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm, quite difficult when you're being suffocated, keeping my heart rate down as best as I could. I had practiced holding my breath before this, so I could make sure that I wouldn't pass out quite as easily.

All Might came into my view, quickly defeating the villain and trapping him in soda bottles-'what a waste,' I thought dejectedly. I picked up my notebook, preparing to jump onto his back.

I gripped tightly onto his shirt as we flew, him only noticing me after we were higher than a few skyscrapers. He tried to shove me off him, failing to realize that I would die if I fell off. Once he realized this, he paused and we landed on a rooftop. He dropped me off and tried to leave.

"Wait!"

"No! I have to go," He said frantically.

"I know your secret." He stilled. He straightened up and coughed once.

"I'm sure I don't know what your talking about."

"Your quirk. How you got it. How it can be passed down through generations. I know something else too." He looked at me with a mix of horror and surprise evident on his face. "I'm the next successor of One For All."

He looked at me like I was crazy. He probably just thought I was trying to take his quirk.

"Go ahead," I goaded, "Ask me anything."

"Okay," He said uncertainly, "How do you gain my quirk?"

"I ingest some of your DNA. Gross, but I get it."

He was taken aback before surrendering. "Okay, but if you are who you say you are, you're gonna have to work for my quirk,-"

"Og course,"

"-And it's not gonna be easy work."

"There's less than a year until the entrance exams to UA, now wouldn't be a bad time to start."

He grinned at me before ruffling my hair. I smiled up at him.

I'm gonna be a better hero this time.