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People always say your life flashes before your eyes when you die.
Mine didn't.
No grand montage. No regrets playing on loop. Just… stillness.
But I suppose I should start before the end.
My name was Yuuto Nakahara. Twenty-three. Just another unnoticed cog in the world's endless machine. I worked an entry-level IT job in a corporate dungeon that smelled of overcooked instant noodles and ambition rotting under fluorescent lights.
I wasn't brilliant, but I was sharp. I could take apart a motherboard in ten minutes and mod a PS5 to run fan-cooled without breaking warranty. Not that anyone cared. I was the "tech guy"—the one you called when your screen froze or your cat sat on your keyboard again.
I had no girlfriend. No real friends. Just an aging mother I rarely called and an old laptop full of fan theories, sci-fi notes, and blueprints for gadgets I'd never build.
What I did have was obsession.
I wasn't content just watching Iron Man—I tried designing his arc reactor from scraps I could never afford. I didn't just admire Batman—I studied martial arts through grainy YouTube videos and ran probability trees on his detective feats. My notebooks were filled with diagrams, combat strategies, alternate timelines for shows, and comparisons between fictional minds.
It was stupid. Pointless.
But it kept me sane.
That night—my last on Earth—I had just finished rewatching My Hero Academia's Season 6 finale. Deku's voice echoed in my mind: "Even without a Quirk, I can be a hero!"
I closed my eyes, smiling like a kid again. And then the screech of tires.
A flash of headlights.
Pain? Maybe. But it passed in an instant.
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I opened my eyes in silence.
There was no hospital. No fire. Just an endless white void, soft and surreal like a dream that hadn't finished rendering. I wasn't floating, yet I had no ground beneath me. And in that endless nothing, a man appeared—wearing a tailored white suit and a smile that felt too casual for a god.
"Ah. Took you a while," he said, sipping tea that hadn't spilled a drop despite the nonexistent gravity.
I stared at him. "...Am I dead?"
He pointed a spoon at me. "Smart. You're processing faster than average. That bodes well."
"Is this purgatory?"
"Not exactly." He stirred his cup lazily. "More like… tech support for souls between systems."
I blinked. "Wait. You're not God?"
"I prefer 'Administrator.' God makes people emotional."
Somehow, that fit. He radiated authority, not divinity. Like a cosmic programmer who got tired of debugging broken souls.
"Alright," he continued. "Here's the deal. You're done with your last life. But based on your... obsessive love for fictional technology and heroic constructs, I've got a transfer offer."
He flicked his wrist and a massive holographic projection bloomed around us—a fully detailed map of My Hero Academia's world. Cities, Pro Hero networks, even the League of Villains marked in red.
I staggered. "That's—! That's MHA—!"
"Correct. You're getting reborn there."
My brain tried to process the flood of emotion. Shock. Excitement. Panic. Wonder. "W-Why?"
"Because your soul resonates with the theme of that world. You dreamed of building armor to stand with gods. Of matching Quirks with science. And, frankly, you're boring to watch on Earth."
"...Fair."
"You get three customizations," he said, lifting three fingers. "But balance it. No wish for omnipotence or a thousand Quirks. That's reserved for edgelord delinquents and revenge junkies."
I didn't hesitate. I'd been preparing for this fantasy since I was fourteen.
"First," I said, voice steady, "I want to keep all my memories."
"Standard. Approved."
"Second—give me the intelligence of the greatest minds in fiction. Stark, Wayne, Richards, Senku, Light Yagami, Araragi, Shiroe, all of them. Synthesized and adapted into a usable form."
The Administrator arched an eyebrow. "That's dangerous. Human minds aren't built for that."
"Then let that be my third: give me a Tech Creation System that regulates my mind and lets me create. A task-driven interface that rewards innovation, not combat power. One that gives me blueprints, scan data, and the ability to build my way to the top."
There was a pause. He tapped his spoon twice on the rim of his cup.
"You'll be Quirkless," he said. "You won't get into the hero course the easy way. No cheats."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"You'll be reborn in Musutafu. Same age as Midoriya Izuku."
I froze.
"Midoriya?"
He smiled knowingly. "You'll meet him again. But not as a bystander this time."
The light around me began to surge—white and warm and consuming.
The Administrator's voice echoed one last time.
"Now go, Engineer. Let's see if a mind can change the world."
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Ten Years Later — Musutafu, Japan
The world had quirks, but I had plans.
My new name was Takashi Yuuji—a quiet boy in a quiet apartment complex, just across the hall from Midoriya Izuku himself. My new parents were kind but distant, working long hours in city planning. That suited me fine. It gave me time to build. Learn. Grow.
And it gave me Izuku.
We became friends naturally—two Quirkless boys watching All Might tapes and dreaming of something bigger. But I wasn't like the others who gave up. My dream had been reforged. Rebooted.
The moment I turned six and completed my first makeshift drone from junk parts, it happened:
> [Omni-Tech Protocol Activated]
Welcome, User: Takashi Yuuji
Intelligence Sync: 14.7%
First Task: Build a mobility-assist gadget from scrap
Reward: Blueprint – Servo Motor Stabilizer v1
I had my system.
And from that day forward, I began to build my way toward heroism.
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Now – Age 10
"Deku, don't get tears on my sketches again," I said, gently nudging his elbow off my circuit notebook.
He sniffled, clutching his All Might notebook like a lifeline. "Kacchan called me a useless Deku again…"
"Don't listen to him. He's an insecure idiot with a flamethrower for a personality."
Izuku chuckled softly, wiping his eyes. "I just… sometimes I wonder if dreaming of being a hero is even worth it."
"You're dreaming of saving people. That's always worth it."
He looked at me like I'd just said something profound.
Maybe I had.
I grinned and held up a pen. "Here. Want to see something cool?"
He nodded eagerly.
I clicked it.
A soft blue hum filled the air. From the tip, a small pulse shield shimmered into life—barely the size of my palm, but solid.
Izuku gasped. "Is that—?!"
"Compact field generator. Took me two months of scrap hunting
and an AI core calibration task."
Izuku leaned in, eyes sparkling. "Yuuji, you're incredible!"
No. I wasn't.
Not yet.
But I would be.
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