Ayako Sato—she was the caretaker of the orphanage.
"Ms. Sato? Why are you here?" I asked.
"You didn't come for breakfast, so I came to check on you," she replied. "And why are you sitting on the floor?"
I quickly stood up and tried to think of an excuse, but then I realized something—I was a stupid four-year-old. So I simply said, "I couldn't sleep, so I worked out at night to become like All Might. I just woke up and my legs hurt, so I sat on the floor."
Ms. Sato looked at me and smiled. "That's alright. You must be hungry. After washing up, come to the kitchen for food."
With that, she left.
I thought to myself that being an orphan as a transmigrator wasn't so bad. No close family drama, no guilt, no need to act. At least this orphanage was decent—they had separate rooms for children and staff, and they checked up on the kids, even if they weren't very enthusiastic about it.
As I walked toward the bathroom, I started thinking about this world of heroes, villains, and quirks.
The world of My Hero Academia was arguably a good world to transmigrate into. Its technology was on par with—or even better than—normal Earth. At the very least, it was better than worlds like Lord of the Mysteries or Warhammer, where I'd probably die the moment I received my memories. It was relatively safe too. As far as I remembered, the world wasn't ending, and an ordinary person could live a fairly normal and secure life.
Soon, I reached the bathroom. I walked up to the mirror and saw my reflection—a four-year-old pale boy with porcelain-like skin, raven-black hair, and dark, striking eyes that looked like onyx gemstones.
"Damn… I look like Sunless from Shadow Slave. God, please don't let me turn into a femboy in the future."
After washing up, I went to the kitchen, asked one of the workers for food, and ate while making some small talk. Then I headed to the backyard playground, where I saw children playing heroes.
I went straight to the swing and started swinging while thinking about the future—and about why I had Leonard's memories.
There was no scene of Leonard dying or anything like those novels. He just went to sleep, and then I received his memories. So was this world fiction? If so, then what was I—an outsider, or a character in some random My Hero Academia fanfic?
No, that sounded absurd.
Then what else could it be? Our Earth also has superpowers. Maybe authors can see into other worlds and write their stories to gain power in real life?
No, that sounded absurd too.
What if authors receive stories from other worlds in their dreams and write about them? Or maybe our world is some kind of central hub for transmigration, where the souls of good people wait before reincarnation?
Bah. Whatever it was, it didn't matter right now.
Now that I knew the future—though not entirely—what should I do? Would the future unfold the same way as the anime? Would it even follow the anime at all, or would it follow the manga instead?
I had too many questions and no answers.
I'd have to research it. After all, I'd only watched up to Season 5, and everything else I knew came from spoilers.