"Wake up, Deku…"
What… is that voice?
I slowly open my eyes. My head feels heavy, my heart pounding violently. I lift my head and look around.
This isn't my room.
A classroom?
Desks. A blackboard. Students staring at me.
"Where am I?" The words escape my mouth louder than I intended.
Laughter.
I turn toward the mirror fixed to the side of the room—and I see a reflection I don't recognize.
Green hair. A face covered in freckles. A frail body.
Damn it…
Am I Midoriya Izuku? From My Hero Academia?
Slap!
"Oh? Finally awake, Quirkless?"
I turn my head and see him. That arrogant face. Blond hair. Eyes burning with rage.
Bakugo.
Everyone is laughing. Even those with Quirks. Because they all know the rule:
The one at the bottom takes the humiliation.
I don't want this.
I don't want any of this.
All I want is to go back… but back to where?
Suddenly, the teacher enters the room.
"Enough, you two. Go back to your seats."
The bell saved me—temporarily.
I return to my seat, feeling Bakugo's gaze burning into my back. Sparks crackle from his hands, as if I had killed one of his parents.
After school… I need to find a solution.
But how?
No memories. No Quirk. No trained body.
Ring.
The bell.
I grab my books and run.
"Wait, you damn Quirkless!"
I run… but this body is trash.
My breath runs out quickly.
A hand grabs me from behind.
Bakugo. And his lackeys.
Behind the school.
"This is a lesson for you."
The punches rain down.
The pain is real.
What did I do to deserve this? Why am I here?
After they leave, I struggle to my feet. Blood drips from my nose.
I wipe it away and let out a bitter laugh.
"I'll go home…"
…
But where is this body's home?