Restart With A Bang

Chapter 1

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Izuku thanked every lucky star he possessed the [Gamer] Quirk. He didn't know what he would do if he had to spend roughly four to five months looking around blindly with only himself and blurry shapes with colours to accompany him again. That first life being reborn… Izuku never thought he would know what the phrase 'dying of boredom' so acutely.

The newly reborn soul let out a gurgle as the nurse passed him to his mother. He opened his eyes wide to greet her as he was greeted with a – wait. That wasn't his mother. He studied the woman who was staring at him with eyes that practically dripped with love.

"Hi, brat," he heard, the woman's voice exceptionally soft, almost like she was afraid of scaring him. "I'm your mom," she said, her face breaking into a blinding smile. A few tears gathered in her eyes as she felt emotionally overwhelmed.

Izuku let out a gurgle to greet her. She looked awfully familiar, but he just couldn't put his finger on it… he stretched his hand out with his limited mobility. This may not be Midoriya Inko, but this woman had given birth to him all the same.

He heard a ping as a screen popped up in front of his eyes. Izuku's eyes darted to the screen, briefly scanning it.

[Bakugou Mitsuki Relationship Lv. Max]

Izuku's thought screeched to a halt. What – what did he just see? Were his eyes deceiving him? Was this just a dream or was the lady holding him really Bakugou Mitsuki? Did this mean – his mind quickly pieced together the strings of evidence that presented the information as a fact at the back of his mind.

The newly born baby burst into tears at the overwhelming emotions that surged over him. His traitorous body betrayed him, his emotional stability that of an infant's, before abruptly calming down. [The Gamer] passive activated as his negative emotions exceeded the threshold, stabilizing his emotions abruptly.

Izuku could think clearly again, he took a breath to steady himself when he spotted the worried expression on Bakugou-san's – no, his mother's face. The thought nearly sent him on another round of tears, but [The Gamer] passive was still in play, allowing him to keep hold of his unsteady emotions. Then, he drifted off to sleep because he felt mentally drained after crying.

The next time he woke up, he'd been brought home from the hospital and placed in a crib. Izuku looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling, feeling a little lost. He'd been reborn a number of times, but this was the first time his body wasn't his.

He silently chanted [Status]. A white screen popped up in front of him. Izuku scanned the contents, silently reaffirming the contents.

[Name: Bakugou Katsuki (Midoriya Izuku)

Level: 1 (514)

HP: 10/10 (133600/133600)

MP: 50/50 (1551000/1551000)

Exp: 1/10

Str: 11

Dex: 10

Int: 10

Wisdom: 10

Charisma: 21

Luck: 20]

Izuku's mouth dropped open. What were these stats?! Were these seriously Kacchan's stats when he was just born? He knew his friend was a battle genius, but just looking at these stats made him slightly dizzy. His friend was so broken.

A normal adult civilian had roughly 4-6 of each stat. A newbie Hero was usually around Lv.100 and had 90-120 of each stat. Kacchan was totally breaking the norm here. No wonder he had risen to the top of the Hero world together with him in the first couple of lives. Kacchan's stats had always been on the high side, but Izuku hadn't known that these stats had come from birth.

A sadness welled up in him when he realized that he would possibly not be seeing his friend in this life. Kacchan had been one of the few constants in his life and being without him felt like he had been stripped naked all of a sudden. It was strange and baffling. If he was in Kacchan's body, did that mean Kacchan was in his body? But his body wasn't even born yet! How did this even work?!

Izuku – no, Katsuki cursed [The Gamer] Quirk endlessly. He suppressed the negative emotions welling up within him. Nothing was certain yet, and until they were, Katsuki would just take everything with a grain of salt. He shoved everything deep, deep down before he could reflect on it once more and start crying again.

Katsuki swiped across the screen, dispelling the status box. He summoned the skill box, wondering if he would be Quirkless like he was in his old body, or if he would contain Kacchan's Quirk as well. The blonde expertly ignored the discomfort that thinking about his friend caused him through multiple lives of practice.

[Quirk: Explosion

Quirk: One For All (Locked)

Analysis: Lv. Max

Breathing: Lv. Max

Dishwashing: Lv. 9

Gardening: Lv. 7

Hand-to-hand: Lv. 1 (Max)

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Smile: Lv. 99]

Katsuki's eyes swirled with the influx of information, multiple screens popping up at once. He could feel a headache building up. He hurriedly toggled the settings to show everything in a neater form of rows of pictures, heaving a sigh of relief when the boxes stopped popping up.

The blonde's stomach rumbled. He waited for Bakugou-san to enter his room to feed him. As he waited, his stomach started grumbling in distress. Katsuki looked out the door hopefully. There was no one there.

He waited another ten minutes before despairing slightly. This never happened when he was with the Midoriyas. He supposed it had something to do with a mother's personality. Logically speaking, a baby a cried…pretty much almost all the time if they needed something.

Katsuki felt helpless. How could he just cry on command? He wasn't some kind of superb actor. Nor did he have the skill for that… the blonde thought about sad things, trying to make some tears well up. To his surprise, it actually worked.

The baby opened his mouth to wail, tears leaking from his eyes.

[Fake Tears Lv.1 Acquired]

He couldn't believe that actually worked.

The door slammed open, startling him into silence. "What's wrong, brat?!" he heard, his mother's worried face appearing in his vision.

He started crying again.

[Fake Tears Lv. Up]

Katsuki got picked up. Every time he got picked up as a baby, it still didn't feel good that his safety was in someone else's hands. Having no control over his limbs still felt strange no matter how many times he was reborn.

The hungry baby heard the rustling of clothes. Clothes? With dawning horror, he realized that his new mother was taking off her shirt. Taking off her shirt. No, no. Where was the baby bottle? His powdered, lukewarm milk?

With horror, he was being cradled closer towards – her –

Noooooooo, he screamed in his mind.