Plot: I never thought about death a whole lot, so imagine my surprise when I die and reincarnate as one of the most bloodthirsty heroes from one of my favourite anime. This is going to be an... interesting life.
CHAPTER 1: A SHIFT IN REALITY
I awoke with a start, breathing a tad heavily. 'Oh geez, that truck came out of nowhere...wait, this doesn't look like any hospital I've seen.'
I was staring up at the roof, trying to roll over. I tried to yell for help, but I made a weird baby noise instead…wait, what?
I tried to look at my limbs and body only to see, with somewhat unfocused vision, that it wasn't the 19-year-old body I had before.
'I'M A BABY? WHY?' I tried moving again, crying in frustration, but that was when a familiar face appeared in the room.
Her hair looked like a mutant dandelion, puffing out all over the place. Her red eyes seemed to lock onto me as she picked me up. "What's wrong, Katsuki?" That moment gave me pause.
I was reincarnated? That would explain my body...wait but if I had been, shouldn't I not remember anything? Maybe? I dunno.
As I gave a cute pout to play along, I realized something. The messy hair, the eye colour, Katsuki...I was Bakugou from My Hero Academia!
As much as I loved that show, I didn't expect to get reincarnated into it. Let alone into one of the most… psychotic characters in the hero cast.
Seriously, why couldn't I be Kirishima or Tokoyami? People who weren't psychos.
It was at that point it clicked. I'm not Bakugou. Canon Bakugou anyway.
So, I might be able to make my own path. Which is good because canon Bakugou is insufferable for the first season or two.
It was at that point that I heard the doorbell ring. Mitsuki, my mom now (still can't get over that), picked me up and went to answer the door.
"Inko! Come on in!"
'Wait, isn't that the name of-'
Mrs. Midoriya stepped in.
'Well...I think I should have seen this coming.'
In her arms was an infant, with a bit of messy green hair. Izuku Midoriya. Deku.
I struggled in my mom's arms, jabbering in baby talk. The ladies laughed at my actions. 'I'm lucky they can't understand me because I AM GEEKING OUT RIGHT NOW!'
It was incredibly lucky to see the boy I would have such an impact on so early on.
As the ladies sat down to talk, I closed my eyes and started making plans for the future. My Hero ain't gonna be the same this time around.
Well, I mean Deku starting Quirkless and my having a Quirk would be the same.
You know what I mean.
I spent the next 4 years trying to keep my sanity, having to live through growing up again and relearn how to walk.
I mourned the loss of my family in the beginning, crying into the long hours of the night, often to the annoyance of my mom. But eventually, I made peace with it and decided to keep with growing up again. Not like I had a feasible way to end it as a baby.
As a sidenote, I swear every time I went into that preschool room, I felt my brain cells dying off one by one.
Having a new Mom and Dad was interesting as well. Living with Mom was like living with a somewhat nicer version of canon Bakugou. Dad was the calm one of them, often standing off to the side as Mom and I wrestled for some reason or another.
It was a ton of fun to wrestle the way we did while Dad looked on with equal parts laughter and caution.
Of course, all this stuff with our play-fighting led to the question of 'would I get a Quirk?'
So one day, Mom and I went to the doctor's office to see if I would get a Quirk. It was the same doctor as Deku, oddly enough. The results we got were surprising.
"You're a lucky boy Katsuki."
"Why's that?"
"You're going to have two Quirks."
A record scratch played in my head.
has stopped working. Reloading… 15%... 39%... 60%... 88%... 100% complete. Resuming function.
I pounded the side of my head, trying to dislodge whatever made me hear such a thing. "Sorry, I must have misheard you. I could have sworn I heard you say I was going to have two Quirks."
"You didn't mishear me my boy. You're incredibly lucky. It's rare, but it happens"
Lucky...right. If anything, that'll make me even more of a target for the League to get their hands on. Besides, how the heck do I have two Quirks? That doesn't make any sense.
Mom hugged me roughly. "You lucky brat! Aren't you special?"
I flailed, trying to escape her suffocating grasp. I then realized something and stopped, turning to the doctor.
"Doc?"
The elderly man turned to me. "Yes?"
"Is it possible to transfer Quirks from one person to another?"
The old man paused and thought about it. "There's an urban legend about a man who could take away and give Quirks, but he's a nasty sort of villain. Even then, I have my doubts if he's real or not. Besides, Quirks are genetic. They can't just be transferred. Why do you ask?"
All For One...like heck was I going to him. Oh well, just wanted to be sure anyway.
I sighed. "My best friend is Quirkless, and he dreams of becoming a Hero." I looked him straight in the eye. "If I have two Quirks, then I want to give him my other one so we each have a Quirk."
The doctor and my mother smiled at me.
"That's sweet of you. Didn't think a brat of mine would be so nice." She grabbed me in a headlock and gave me a noogie as I resumed struggling against her hold.
Deku's mom and mine continued to meet up, and Deku and I would always go on our own adventures around the woods.
They would typically begin on the back porch with my nose in a Hero databook until I sensed someone over my shoulder. I would turn and there was Deku.
"Sorry, I didn't hear the doorbell ring. How're you doing Deku?"
Then we'd get up to all kinds of things. Games, adventuring in the woods, you name it.
Deku and I became best friends over the years and continued to meet while in preschool and kindergarten and be good friends. We hung out together a lot when we weren't busy. By little kid standards at least. Things remained the same between us for a while.
Then there was the day I unlocked my first Quirk. Bakugou's Quirk.
We were standing in a group in preparation for something, I forget what it was, when I felt something unusual
I felt a feeling in my palms I had never felt before. I focused on that feeling, almost like flexing a muscle that I never knew I had. Golf-ball-sized explosions burst from my palms. Cries of "Wow!" and "Awesome!" and "Your Quirk is amazing!" erupted all around me.
No, no, I won't let this praise corrupt me like canon Bakugou. Besides...
"It's really not." Everyone kept right on carrying on about how lucky I was.
"Oh, for the love of-"
I held my hand over my head and performed a slightly larger blast with all my strength, about baseball size this time, a grim look on my face. Everyone shut up pretty quickly.
"My Quirk isn't really that good. Think about it; what's the one thing explosions are good for?"
The other students seemed to be hanging off my words, while teachers looked at me with a small amount of concern.
"Destruction. Nothing but destruction. Which means I have to work harder than anyone at controlling it, otherwise I risk hurting someone."
Even after that day, I got barraged by the people who thought my Quirk was oh so cool. Like my Quirk made me better than them somehow. Lucky for me, I never bought into that.
Then there was Deku, who positively geeked out over any Quirk he came across, including mine. He was the only one I wouldn't stop, it was his main trait, and it was just too funny besides.
Others picked on him for being Quirkless, but once I got involved, they quickly backed off. And by getting involved… well, let me tell you about one of the times they picked on him
It was a beautiful spring day at the park, not a cloud in the sky. Deku and I were chasing each other around.
"Stop right there villain!" Deku yelled at my back as I ducked and weaved around the playground equipment, the green-haired boy following me at every turn..
"Not a chance!" Getting an idea, I used my Quirk's recoil to help me stay ahead of Deku.
It worked for a few seconds, before he decided to climb up and take the slide to get ahead of me. Clever so-and-so.
I skidded to a halt and turned running the other way. "You won't catch me, hero!"
I heard childish laughter coming from a few feet away. I turned my head to see the neighborhood bullies, some winged kid I never bothered to learn the name of and his posse.
"Izuku, a hero? In your dreams."
I skidded again as I heard Deku say "I'll be a hero one day! No matter what!"
The kid scoffed. "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that without a Quirk? You're useless."
The winged kid shoved Deku to the ground. That was about all I could stand. I charged into the winged kid, punching him with all my strength.
"Detroit SMASH!"
It may not have been the real thing, but man that felt good.
The winged kid fell to the ground, crab-walking away from me as he showed a bit of fear.
"Leave!" I stood in front of Deku, explosions bursting from my palms as I stood threateningly in front of him. "And if I see you picking on him again, they'll be cleaning you up for weeks!"
Yeeeeaah, I may have gotten a tad defensive of him. He's my friend, how can I not?
The winged boy and his gang looked at each other before running off.
I turned around. "You okay Deku?"
He stared at me with an odd mix of emotions. Gratitude, fear, amazement. "You're scary Kacchan."
"I'm only like that when people are mean to those I care about. And you're my best friend."
Deku smiled. "Thanks Kacchan!"
Our moms called us from the other side of the slide. "Katsuki! Izuku! Time to go!"
"Okay mom!" We shouted back in unison.
We turned and looked at each other before laughing at the odd occurance.
It wasn't until I was 11 when I unlocked my second Quirk.
It was in the middle of a summer afternoon when Deku and I were having a pretend sword fight with plastic swords. The rule was that the second you got touched by the other sword, you lose.
Deku was perhaps taking too defensive an approach, just resorting to wide slashes to keep me at bay.
I blocked with my sword and tried to get in close. He thwarted the attempt by going for another horizontal slash. I felt a weird tingly feeling in my hands as I slashed at his sword to block it.
A blue aura enveloped my plastic sword as I performed a diagonal slash.
VWZNK!
I stopped after I completed my swing to find Deku's sword was cut in two. His expression was blocked by his hair as he looked down.
I struggled for something to say. "Sorry Deku. I think there's another sword in th-"
That was about as far as I got before he looked up with stars in his eyes. How on Earth did he do that in real life?
"YOU UNLOCKED A SECOND QUIRK?! THAT'S INCREDIBLE!"
I looked to the side. "Well...I didn't really want to tell you, but I knew ever since I went to the doctor a while ago."
Deku gave me an odd look. "Why wouldn't you want to tell me, Kacchan?"
I sighed. "Well, you're Quirkless. I have two Quirks. If that's not unfair, I dunno what is. I thought you might be mad."
Deku tilted his head. "Why would I be mad? You're even more amazing now!"
I looked down at my hands. "Yeah...I guess so. This also means I'll have to train to control it. You saw how I cut through your sword like nothing."
Deku nodded rapidly before yelling to my mom. "Mrs. Bakugou! Come quick! Kacchan's developed a second Quirk!"
I slumped in defeat. "Oh, you sly little so-and-so…"
He may have been excited, but he managed to get me. I HATE being the center of attention.
And he KNOWS that.
Mom darted out of the house. "Alright brat, let's see it!"
I concentrated on the feeling I had when I used it for the first time. An aquamarine glow coated my hand and then the plastic blade, almost ethereal and flame-like as I gave the blade a couple of test swings.
"Huh. This is different. I can't think of any of our relatives who have a similar Quirk."
I shot her a look. "We only see our relatives twice a year, if that. It's a wonder we remember their names half the time."
Internally, I was a storm of emotions. Quirks are genetic things, so there's no way Bakugou could have gotten a second Quirk.
Wait, was it my doing? Has to be. My soul entering Bakugou's body must have affected the body's DNA. But that doesn't make any sense…
Also, why was I only thinking about this now?
"Katsuki!" Mom was snapping her fingers in front of my face.
I blinked rapidly.
"Sorry, what was that?"
Mom grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside.
"You gotta show your Auntie Inko. She's gotta know about this!"
I sighed.
Why do I always have to be the center of attention?
Not long afterwards, my Quirk was analyzed. I generate a tachyon energy field from my hands, which coats my hands and whatever I hold in them. It's like I can turn whatever I hold into a less powerful version of a lightsaber, which is pretty cool. A coated blade could cut through just about anything, though anything else would require being held against a given object for a few seconds to burn through.
I could coat my hands and swords, but I could also coat my upper arms, and I was working on it further.
I dubbed the Quirk Sword Skill, seeing as I would use swords in the future and had no other name for it.
The next day, I got an idea. Deku and I were hanging out on the back steps, just relaxing when I got an idea.
"Hey Deku?"
He looked up from what we were doing (or not doing as the case may be). "Yeah?"
"You want to be a Hero despite being Quirkless, right?"
Deku gave me an odd look. "What are you getting at?"
I began grinning like an idiot. "We should make sparring a regular thing then. Work on your fighting skills."
Deku nodded, excited at the prospect. "Sure! That sounds like it would be effective for helping me deal with Villains! Most people just rely on their Quirks, so a proper fighting style without using one might be helpful."
I nodded before jumping back a few steps and raising my fists. "Let's get to it then!"
Deku nodded. He fell into a sloppy ready position.
I straightened and walked over. "Hold your arms closer to your body. Keep your elbows in tight before and after you strike, otherwise they're easy targets. Oh, and make sure to keep your wrists straight when you punch, otherwise you'll break your wrist."
He blinked. "You know an awful lot about this stuff. But I guess you'd have to seeing as your Quirks are short to mid range."
I rubbed the back of my head. "Uh, yeah."
I'm not about to tell him I learned all my fighting knowledge from comic books, anime, and whatever else from my old life. No siree.
(A month later)
Between working on my hand to hand fighting and my sword skills, I was pretty busy when I wasn't in school. I had given Deku some movements to work on that I remembered from Full Cowling. He seemed to practice those, along with copying All Might, which I guess made sense, but it may hurt him in the long run.
He also took an interest in my dual wielding when I tried, and succeeded, at wielding two swords. He said it would be a useful skill to have just in case, so I tried to teach him a bit of it along with hand to hand. He used the practice swords more like axes, which made me suggest he work twin axes into his fighting style.
Speaking of sparring...
I leapt over a leg sweep and retaliated with a right hook. Deku flipped back, using his hands to support himself as he kicked with both feet and landed a solid blow on me.
I tumbled backwards, already seeing Deku on his feet and charging towards me. I sprung up, punching at his solar plexus. He tried to block, but only ended up diverting the fist just to the side of the solar plexus.
"You're getting a lot better." I barely blocked a roundhouse kick.
"Thanks." Deku grinned at the praise and opted for a flurry of punches.
I backpedaled, taking the barrage before getting an idea.
I leapt and used the recoil of my explosion to spin as I jumped, lashing out with a savage roundhouse kick.
"Blast Hurricane!"
"Ow! No fair!" Deku staggered back, holding the side of his head. "You said you wouldn't use your Quirks!"
I paused. "Sorry. It was a spur of the moment thing. Seriously though, you picked up on this stuff reaction time has gotten better and that trick with the double kick caught me off guard."
Deku smiled at the praise.
"However." He promptly deflated.
"Your flurry is only really a good idea if you have no other options or you can't put a lot of weight into your attacks. On top of that, you still can't decide between punches or kicks. Pick one and stick with it."
I sweatdropped as he started taking notes, his signature mumbling in full swing before he tapered off and gave me a questioning look.
"Pick one? I thought the hand to hand we were working on focused on all parts of the body."
I sighed. "To an extent, yes. But kicking and punching are two different styles of fighting. A hodgepodge of both may work against me, but I'm hardly pro material right now."
He nodded. "You're only gonna get stronger from here. Hopefully I will too."
I grinned at his response. "That's the spirit! So settle into a proper fighting style that works for ya."
Deku nodded as we got into our respective fighting stances.
Time for another round.