A sharp gasp tore through the void as consciousness snapped back like a rubber band stretched too far. One moment, he had been dying—no, already dead—his heart crushed under the rubble of a collapsing apartment, his lungs suffocating from smoke. The cries of his parents had faded before the ceiling finally caved in. The last thing he remembered was reaching for them... and then, nothing.
Now, he awoke in a world of color.
Bright skies. Towering buildings. Billboards of pro heroes smiling down at the world. It didn't take him long to realize where he was.
"This... This is My Hero Academia..."
His name had changed, or rather, hadn't yet been given. He was in the body of a young child, maybe five or six years old. His heart raced as memories came flooding in—not just of his past life, but of the world he now stood in. A world of Quirks. Of All Might. Of villains and heroes. Of hope and destruction.
"I got reincarnated..." he whispered to himself.
And not just anywhere. He was in Japan, in Musutafu. In the timeline. Before the story began. His chest tightened as both excitement and dread warred inside him.
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Seven Years Later – Age: 13
His name now was Ren Takami. A quiet but intelligent kid, often seen with a half-smile, never truly letting anyone close. His demeanor was friendly but detached, like a river that flowed beside others but never mixed.
His Quirk? Officially called Hydro Core. It allowed him to control and manipulate water, generate it slowly, and shape it like whips, blades, and shields. On paper, it was decent.
In reality, it was so much more.
He had discovered it by mistake.
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It was a warm spring morning. The sun was peeking through the trees as Ren trained in a quiet park, far from the city. He was meditating, focusing his energy, letting droplets rise and dance in the air.
A squirrel jumped too close—startled, he reacted.
His Quirk pulsed out.
The water in the squirrel's body surged... and then vanished. The animal collapsed, dry-eyed, unmoving.
Ren panicked at first—but then something changed. A strength rushed through him. His body felt lighter. Faster. More alert.
He had absorbed its water.
But not just water. Something deeper. Energy? Life force?
That night, he experimented with plants. A tree's sap. The stem of a weed. With each absorption, he felt his stamina increase. His reflexes sharpened. His body healed. A scratch that would've taken three days was gone in six hours.
Photosynthesis-like effects began to show. He could stand in the sun and regain strength without eating. His dependence on food diminished. His skin glowed faintly under the morning light.
And he told no one.
This was his secret.
He knew this world too well. Secrets could be exploited. He had seen it happen in the original story.
If I'm going to survive here... I need power. Real power.
His parents in this world were kind, gentle souls who raised him lovingly. But Ren knew better. Peace won't last.
And it didn't.
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Flashback – Age: 10
Screams. Fire. Blood on the walls. A villain attack gone unnoticed. Ren had tried to fight, but his Quirk back then was weak. His parents had shielded him with their bodies.
"Run, Ren! Run!"
He didn't. He fought. He failed.
When the heroes arrived, it was too late.
That day, something inside him cracked.
He buried his grief in silence. But eventually, silence wasn't enough.
He turned to something else.
Flirting.
It began small—harmless words, gentle teasing, playful winks. At first, it was just a mask. A way to distract himself. To forget. But then... he leaned into it. Enjoyed it. Controlled it.
People smiled. Girls blushed. And he never got attached.
He told himself it was just a game. A lie.
But deep down, he knew—it was pain trying to wear a smile.
And slowly, girls began to like him. Even love him. But he had a rule:
"They must accept the lie... or they don't deserve the truth."
Ren trained every day. Alone. Quietly absorbing water from wildlife, plants, streams. Gaining strength steadily. Preparing.
He wasn't a hero yet.
But he would be one.
And he would be strong enough to never lose anyone again.
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Back in the Present – Age: 13
Standing in front of UA's massive gates, Ren looked up with calm determination.
"This is it. My story begins now."
He smirked, hands in his pockets, a soft wind playing with his hair.
"Let's see what you've got, world."
IM back with a new story and 8 have all ready prepared 60 chapters of this story. Old work will also be continued again