THE NEXT TIME you open your eyes, the room is unfamiliar, but it's bathed in a warmth that soothes your nerves. You can't see much, but the soft light filters in from a nearby window, casting a golden glow over the space. You try to wiggle out of the snug blanket wrapped tightly around your tiny body, but it's almost impossible.

Did I just get reborn?

It's the only explanation your racing thoughts can come up with. Science, logic—nothing in your old world could justify this surreal experience. You vividly remember being a high school student, just walking home one night. How had you gone from that to this?

What else could explain this bizarre situation? Your mind tries to reason with itself, but no theory makes sense. You can't shake the feeling of helplessness, trapped in a body that doesn't feel like yours.

The familiar man walks over to you again and this time, you could actually see his face.

A tall, lean man with a perpetually disheveled appearance stands before you, his messy black hair falling over part of his face, casting shadows over his sharp, narrow eyes. Dark circles frame them, a sign of his constant exhaustion. The sight sends a jolt through your tiny body—a hiccup of recognition.

Wasn't that... Aizawa? Your mind races, connecting the dots. The same guy from My Hero Academia? The impossible thought clings to your brain. But then again, rebirth seemed equally impossible, and yet, here you were.

He sighs softly, breaking the silence. "Looks like you're finally awake," he mutters, setting a milk bottle aside. His voice carries that familiar calm, yet weary tone you've come to know from the anime.

Your mind reels in confusion. Aizawa never had any children... so what am I doing here?

The panic starts to bubble up before you can stop it. Your body—small, helpless, and completely out of your control—begins to cry. The sound escapes you in hiccuping sobs, unstoppable and overwhelming.

The cries eventually subsided as the milk bottle was gently pressed to your lips. Instinctively, you began to drink, your tiny body calming with each swallow.

So, I was hungry, you realized, feeling a sense of frustration over how complex and overwhelming baby emotions were. Your adult mind fought against it at first, but gradually, you began to accept this bizarre reality.

I've been given another chance, you thought, the concept slowly sinking in. A sense of relief washed over you, mixing with the confusion that still lingered in your mind. There were so many things you had pushed aside in your old life, assuming you had all the time in the world.

No more regrets, you promised yourself. This time, you wouldn't waste your opportunities. You didn't know exactly where you were or how this world would unfold, but you hoped—no—you knew you would make the best of it.

You weren't completely familiar with the ins and outs of this world, but you knew enough to be cautious. My Hero Academia was a world full of heroes and villains and now it was your chance to make the best of your new opportunity.

//

As you spent the day sleeping, a whirlwind of thoughts and questions continued to swirl in your mind. The biggest mystery was how you ended up in the care of Aizawa, of all people. Where were my mom and dad? The confusion about why a hero was now in charge of you grew stronger with each passing hour.

When you finally caught a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror, the sight was startling. Tufts of white hair framed your face, contrasting sharply with the sky-blue eyes staring back at you. The reflection was entirely different from your previous appearance.

Your appearance reminded you of another popular anime character, and the thought made you uneasy. You hoped, with all your heart, that you wouldn't suffer the same fate as him. The weight of your new reality pressed heavily on your shoulders.

From what you could piece together from Aizawa's conversations, the situation was both tragic and complex. Your mother had died giving birth, and your father was nowhere to be found. The circumstances of your birth meant that your quirk had manifested early, and Aizawa had been called to keep you—and those around you—safe.

You listened intently as Aizawa spoke over the phone, his voice calm but with an edge of urgency. You caught snippets of the conversation, and when he held the phone away from his ear, you could make out Present Mic's energetic voice on the other end.

As the realization sunk in, you felt a mix of gratitude and sadness. Aizawa had come to help, and you were grateful for that. But the absence of your parents and the weight of your new existence in a world you didn't fully understand was daunting.

//

Aizawa, while not exactly a natural at parenting, certainly tried his best. He adhered to the rules and guidelines, often sticking to a textbook approach. But your developing brain had its own ideas about how things should go, and you were quick to test the limits of his patience.

One of the funniest moments was undoubtedly when Aizawa had to tackle diaper duty. He suited up in spare clothes, complete with a mask and gloves, to handle the task. Watching him fumble with the diaper changes while trying to maintain a serious demeanor was enough to make you giggle.

"Well, at least one of us is having fun," he would grumble, his voice a mix of annoyance and reluctant amusement as he cleaned you up. His attempts to stay composed were endearing, even if he was clearly out of his element.

As you grew, the house gradually transformed to be more baby-proof, with Aizawa making adjustments as needed. You began crawling earlier than anticipated, surprising him with your early mobility.

The once plain house was now equipped with safety gates and cushioned corners, a testament to his efforts to keep up with your new skills.

Since that chaotic day at the hospital, your quirk had remained dormant, a reassuring sign that you might have some control over it. You didn't want to unintentionally cause trouble for Aizawa—after all, he was doing his best to care for you.

Your white hair had grown longer, reaching just up to your earlobes. It was soft and fluffy, adding to your overall cute appearance.

Today, you decided to try standing up using the side of your crib, holding onto your My Melody plushie for support. With determination, you shuffled over to the mirror to get a better look at yourself.

You admired your reflection, feeling a mix of pride and curiosity. You were indeed a cute baby, and you couldn't help but smile at your own image.

As Aizawa stood in the doorway, his jaw dropped in surprise. There you were, walking—albeit wobbly—at just seven months old. It was astonishing to him, especially since he wasn't even sure if your legs had fully developed yet. His eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by your early achievement.

And then, you dropped another bombshell.

"Dada."

Your gummy smile sparkled with innocent pride as you looked at him. The word came out with the kind of clarity that seemed to pierce through the usual baby babble.

Aizawa's expression shifted, and you could almost swear you saw him struggle to stifle a cry. His voice wavered, choked with emotion, as he tried to maintain his composure.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with a mix of surprise and affection. "Hey there," he managed to say, his voice softer than usual. "Looks like you're growing up faster than I can keep up with [Name]"

Your heart swelled with a sense of accomplishment and joy. You had managed to surprise even the ever-unflappable Aizawa, and in that moment, you felt like you were truly making your mark in THIS NEW LIFE.