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My Hero Academia: I'm Bakugo

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A boy reincarnates as Bakugo. Apparently, he now has two quirks. What does the future hold for this boy?
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Chapter 1 - Awakening

The last sensation he remembered was the cold asphalt against his cheek and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. The truck had come out of nowhere—or maybe he had just been too distracted by his phone. The details blurred like smoke, but the result was the same: Hiroshi Tanaka, seventeen years old, was dead.

Now, he was waking up in a bed that wasn't his, in a room he recognized but had never lived in.

He sat up abruptly, bringing his hands to his chest. His heart was beating hard inside him, but it felt different. Everything felt different. His hands were larger, with calluses he didn't remember forming. His arms had muscles he had never developed, despite years of working out.

He got out of bed and walked to the mirror hanging on the closet door. The reflection staring back wasn't his.

Ash-blond hair. Crimson red eyes. A naturally aggressive expression that didn't match the confusion he felt inside. Katsuki Bakugo. The fictional character he had seen explode with rage hundreds of times in the My Hero Academia anime and manga.

Except now, he was Bakugo.

"What the hell...?" he muttered, and even his voice had changed. Deeper, rougher.

The memories hit him like an avalanche. Fifteen years of Katsuki Bakugo's life unfolded in his mind like pages of a book flipping at breakneck speed. A dominant childhood, bullying Izuku Midoriya, the awakening of his Quirk, the elementary and middle school years spent building a reputation of superiority. But these memories felt foreign, like watching someone else's life on a screen.

He didn't feel the fierce pride Bakugo had felt when he manifested his Quirk for the first time. He didn't feel the cruel satisfaction of intimidating the weak. The memories were there, complete and detailed, but emotionally empty.

He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to process it. Hiroshi had been a regular college student, an anime and video game fan, with no particular goals beyond finishing his engineering degree. Now, he was in the body of the most explosive character from one of his favorite series, with full access to his memories but still retaining his own personality.

And there was something else. A strange feeling in his chest, as if something new had awakened along with him.

He extended his right hand, palm facing up, and focused. In Bakugo's memories, creating an explosion was as natural as breathing. It required sweating through his palms and—

A small explosion crackled in his hand, releasing smoke and a flash of light. But immediately afterward, he felt something else. A second sensation, as if another power was lying dormant inside him, waiting to be awakened.

He focused on that new feeling, and suddenly his mind filled with information. Not in words, but in raw, instinctive understanding.

Quirk Evolution. That was the name his brain automatically assigned to the new ability. He could evolve his own Quirk—enhance it, transform it, push it beyond its original limits. But it only worked on himself.

"Interesting," he murmured, and the word came out in Bakugo's usual tone, though the cold analysis behind it was purely Hiroshi's.

He walked to the desk and found a calendar. February 15. According to Bakugo's memories, there were exactly two weeks until the U.A. High School entrance exam.

Two weeks to prepare. Two weeks to fully understand his new abilities. Two weeks to decide what to do with the knowledge of the future he now possessed.

Because that was the true power he had gained with this reincarnation: he knew exactly what was going to happen. He knew every villain, every crisis, every death on the horizon. He knew All Might would die, that Shigaraki would destroy entire cities, that the war between heroes and villains would reach catastrophic levels.

But should he change any of it? Did he even have the right to alter the fate of this world?

A knock on the door broke his thoughts.

"Katsuki! Breakfast is ready!" Mitsuki Bakugo's voice—his mother in this body—called out from the hallway.

"Coming!" he responded automatically, using the aggressive tone she'd expect. He'd have to act like Bakugo, at least until he decided what to do with this new life.

He went downstairs and found his parents at the table. Mitsuki looked up and frowned.

"You look off. Are you sick?"

Masaru, his father, gave him a concerned look. "You've got dark circles. Didn't sleep well?"

Hiroshi had forgotten how observant parents could be. He'd have to be more careful.

"I'm fine," he growled, sitting down. "Just... thinking about the U.A. exam."

You? Thinking? Mitsuki laughed. "Normally you just yell about how obviously you're going to pass."

Right. The original Bakugo would've been bragging about his superiority, not silently contemplating strategy. He adjusted his act.

"Of course I'm gonna pass," he said more aggressively. "But that doesn't mean I'll go in unprepared. Only idiots underestimate the exam."

His parents exchanged a glance. It was a more mature response than expected, but not so out of character as to raise suspicion.

After breakfast, he headed back to his room and closed the door. It was time to seriously experiment with his new Quirk.

He stood in front of the mirror and extended both hands. First, he activated his Explosion Quirk as usual. Small detonations crackled in his palms—familiar and controlled.

Then he activated his second Quirk.

The sensation was immediate. He could see his Explosion Quirk as if it were a 3D diagram in his mind. He saw its current limits, its inefficiencies, the areas that could be improved. It was like having the most detailed user manual in the universe for his own power.

He focused on the most basic aspect: power. Instead of just making bigger explosions (which would require more sweat and energy), could he make each explosion more efficient?

He directed his new Quirk toward that specific function and felt a subtle but definite change. When he created another explosion, it was noticeably stronger—without needing more sweat.

"Holy hell," he whispered.

Over the next three hours, he experimented methodically. He enhanced the ignition speed, reducing the delay between blasts. He adjusted the shape of the explosions, allowing for more directional blasts. He even separated heat from force, creating explosions that were purely kinetic without thermal damage.

Each evolution was permanent. Once he enhanced part of his Quirk, it stayed enhanced.

But there were limits. He could only perform one evolution per day, and each one left him mentally drained. It was as if his brain needed time to process and integrate the changes.

Also, more complex evolutions required greater focus and time. The small tweaks he had made today were only the beginning.

He sat on his bed, thinking through the implications. With enough time, he could turn his Explosion Quirk into something completely different. Miniature nuclear detonations? Blasts that affected molecules directly? Explosions that traveled through dimensions?

The possibilities were endless.

But first, he had to survive the U.A. exam—and that meant not showing too much of his true power. He had to be impressive enough to get in, but not so exceptional that people questioned the sudden changes in his personality or abilities.

His phone buzzed on the desk. A text from a number he recognized from Bakugo's memories.

"Hey, Kacchan. Want to train together for the exam? I've been practicing a lot and I think I might finally have a chance."

Izuku Midoriya. Deku.

Hiroshi stared at the message for several minutes. In the original timeline, Bakugo would've responded with insults and threats. But he wasn't Bakugo, and this Deku didn't have One For All yet. He was just a Quirkless kid with impossible dreams.

Or at least, dreams that seemed impossible.

He typed his response carefully:

"As if I need to train with a Quirkless loser. But if you want to see how it's really done, meet me at the park at 3."

Cruel enough to sound like Bakugo, but also a disguised invitation.

Because Hiroshi had made a decision. He wasn't going to blindly follow the script of the original story. He had power, knowledge of the future, and the chance to change things for the better.

Starting with Izuku Midoriya.

The boy without a Quirk, destined to inherit the power of the Number One Hero, deserved to know the truth about what was coming. And if Hiroshi was going to change the fate of this world, he would need allies who trusted him.

Even if that meant revealing secrets that could shatter everything they thought they knew about reality.

He looked out the window at the clear sky. In two weeks, his new life as a U.A. student would officially begin. But his real story started today, in that park, with a conversation that could change the fate of two boys destined to become the greatest heroes the world had ever seen.

Or maybe, its most terrible destroyers.

Only time would tell.