Chapter 1: Self reflection and reincarnation
I found myself in utter darkness. The type of darkness you couldn't even imagine. Even closing your eyes in a room with no light was incomparable to the darkness I was currently experiencing. However it wasn't all bad, I could still remember my life. But no matter how hard I tried, my death, or whatever events that caused me to stop living my last life, eluded me. Everything else about my last life came so clearly to me, except those last few crucial moments. I was 20 at the time of my "death", right in the middle of my degree for a masters in engineering. Honestly, looking back at it, my life was quite boring. More often than not, I found myself being one of the smarter people in the room. However, I guess you could say I lucked out.
I found that my intelligence spread into reading people. You begin noticing patterns after a while. How people respond to specific things, a general outline of what kind of people more or less everyone likes, what kind of humour lands with specific groups and more. The more people I talked to, the more I found I could just become a person they would easily become friends with. I ended up being the popular nerd. Someone who was smart enough to hang out with the real nerds and keep up, sporty enough to talk to the jocks on occasion and in some sports even keep up with them in our physical classes, and overall flexible enough to talk to more or less anyone within my general vicinity. Of course I didn't share or partake in everyone's interests, but that is never really a boundary when you learn one simple truth. Everyone love's being listened to. As such, no matter what interests them, what hobbies they have, as long as you can listen and develop the social experience to ask relevant questions, you would have no trouble befriending almost anyone. All it took was a keen eye and an open ear, then you can find what makes someone's social clock tick.
This led to a lot of friends. Or I guess you could say a lot of friendly acquaintances. At some point you get so comfortable drifting between groups of people that you forget to just form your own clique. You don't end up with a social circle, but a social web of sorts. Which is all well and good, but when the day ends you find yourself being alone more often than not. You can talk to anyone and everyone but you never become closer than just a school or work friend.
So what else are you supposed to do other than fill those lonely nights with meaningless entertainment. Videogames, TV shows, movies, social media. Eventually that becomes anime and manga, which then leads to light novels, and then finally even the occasional fanfiction.
As such, my daily life became quite... uneventful. Yeah, that sounds about right. Just meaninglessly going through the motions. Never really devoting myself to one particular thing. Sure, I enjoyed my degree, and my time with all the friends I had made in various environments, but when it was just me, I went back to the same old things.
'Wow' I thought to myself as I watched all of this play back. 'That's extremely sad looking back'. But even as I combed through all of these memories. Watching myself evolve from childish delight during my youth, to going with the motions as soon as I became a teenager and pass from hobby to hobby, never really letting anything define me, I vowed deeply within my heart that if I was given a second chance, I would find my true passion and dedicate myself to it. I would chase after it fervently, and obsess myself with it.
'I want my life to have meaning next time!' I stated to myself with as much passion as I could muster.
It was at that very moment a voice appeared in my ear, whispering "Remember your promise."
In my panic, I screamed mentally asking who was there. I had been alone in within this all encompassing dark for only God knows how long. The voice seemed almost ethereal. Unfortunately, I never got my answer. A blinding light pierced my eyes, and a babies cry entered my ears.
I found myself within the grasp of a giant in a doctors gown, and a rather bare hospital looking room. The curtains were pulled back to reveal a large city. With how modern it looked I was tempted to believe it was a megacity, like London or Tokyo, but in all honesty I couldn't tell you where it was.
I soon gave the room a quick scan, only to find an extremely large man with crimson red hair, azure eyes and some light stubble. It was such a unique look I began to wonder what kind of person the man was. 'He must stick out like a sore thumb, especially with how built he is.' I thought to myself, beginning to wonder how many stares he would receive if he was to ever walk out in public.
After closer inspection, he began to look familiar. Panic started setting in as who the man resembled slowly became clearer. I immediately looked down to find myself wrapped in clean white cloth, like a tiny - no baby sized cocoon. I strained myself to peer over to where I remember the cry coming from, only to see a tiny head with half white and half red hair, the rest of the body, like mine, swathed in the white cloth.
'Shit. Shit. SHIT' I cursed. 'This isn't real. I'm dreaming. There's no way this is happening. Right!?'. At this point, I too started crying like the baby I now inhabited, and I felt a pair of arms coddle me. Through the tears, I managed to spot a woman with snow white hair and greyish eyes. 'Dammit'. I had been reborn into the world of My Hero Academia, to an abuser solely obsessed with producing a number one hero.
I have become the child of Endeavour.
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