His name was Leorio Paladiknight. A man who did everything for his friends, for anyone as every doctor should. A man loyal to a fault and dead for it. A man reborn anew in a new world, new home, new body, a whole new life. A man destined to be a hero in every sense of the word.

A young boy was walking home, around six years old or so. Said boy seemed torn, chewing over an issue known only to his head. Leorio Seikishi is an odd child, or person to be more accurate. As a babe he rarely cried, rare enough to warrant numerous doctors visits and keep mothers vigilant at all times. He was incredibly smart, able to name the location of every organ and bone in the human body and more, a knowledge only assisted by his quirk.

His quirk. Another oddity though only odd to him. Similar to nen but common knowledge. A genetic version without the same categories, some even presenting as physical mutations. This "nen" is completely unheard of in this world; again, only known to him. That's because this boy is from another world. A world where powers like quirks are known only to those that have claimed the title of hunter, an extremely dangerous though highly rewarding job that one must pass a perilous test to get their license for. This young man was once Leorio Paladiknight, a generous doctor and impressive hunter. A man who would do anything for his friends. One who met an untimely end for them. One deserving of a second chance.

Leorio was walking towards home, school books in hand. Another kid in his class discovered their quirk. Though this would appear to be an everyday occurance, it presented as a pressing matter to the young boy. He had seen quirks in use before, how could he not as they were so prevalent in society today? What bothered him was the direct confirmation of his astral displacement. He knew he was outside his world, far outside it mind you. The food was different, the writing was different, the language was different, the names and culture and clothing and Knowledge was different. Even the skeletal structure of the foot was different. He knew all that was his mere six years of life in this universe. But seeing a five year old use his quirk, a superpower, nen, was too much to deal with.

Back to nen. This wasn't nen. It didn't follow the rules, the types, the teachings. It wasn't taught or even achieved, quirks were genetic. He'd seen such at hand, from heroes to business workers. But the oddities of this universe still shook him to the core. Leorio wasn't the type to be home sick. He loved home, sure, even with the tragedies attached to it, but he never felt homesick. He was a man! He had to leave to get his medical license and change the world, or at least someone. He could always say the same during the hunter exam, during college, during the trip to the Dark Continent. Now though? When he was another world, a whole universe, away with no hope to get back? He was a little homesick to say the least.

Perhaps it was because he had friends. Not that he never had friends before, no. He wasn't exactly popular but he had some friends, one even dear enough to him to shape his whole career. But friends that he would die for, nearly die for, did die for. That's different.

In this world, where he could become a doctor, no sweat. Where his family had the money and he, the knowledge and quirk, to get accepted into any university. Where Heroes kept everyone safe and patrolled the streets. A world where he could take the easy route and do as he always dreamed, to become a doctor and save lives for no pay. Or ...or he could salvage what he could of the life he had before. There were no hunters here but there were heroes, even medical ones. He could strive for that life and try to forge bonds with friends, the bonds that can only be made in a life or death situation, the kind only attained through danger. The danger only faced in this world by heroes.

This was not an easy choice. There was no wrong one either. My parents would be happy either way. Heroes are lauded and make plenty of money. Doctors are of course the same. He knows he would excel at either. I may not have been the strongest of the group but I can hold my own, especially with the superior experience I hold over these kids. It's not easy to decide your entire life, especially when you have all of it ahead of you. Such decisions can wait. Although adults never realize that when asking these questions to young impressionable children.

"And what do you want to be when you grow up, Seikishi-san?"

"That's an excellent quirk, Seikishi-san! Perfect for a hero!"

"My my, you're very smart Seikishi-san! Why, you could even become a doctor one day!"

"Are you gonna grow up to be a businessman, just like your mommy?"

"You'd make your mother proud, becoming a lawyer like her!"

Such questions always float around a child, but never seem to bother them, only encourage...most children, that is.

"Leorio?" a kind voice ask. The warm, familiar voice of his mother.

"Uhh...yes?"

"...Are you okay sweetie? You look tense.." His mother's voice was full of concern, only lightly dampened by the fact that this was normal for the happy family.

"I'm just thinking of what I want to be when I'm older." He responded truthfully, no use in lying to his mother, women seem to always be able to see through lies, a universal constant.

"Oh honey, don't look so down about it! I'm sure whatever you'll be, you'll be happy with it! You're only 6, don't be worried or you'll have wrinkles by the time you're seven!" Her tone was quickly switched to lighthearted and comical. Though she was always worried about his oddities she laughed about it regardless. One of her "charm points" as she called it.

"How about we go inside and have dinner, okay? Your mommy's going to be back soon! He might bring you something cool from work." mommy often brought back toys meant for quirks she got from work. She was the CEO of a toy company, one of the first to make toys that catered to quirks. Leorio may have been an adult, but he could still appreciate and have fun with the little trinkets his mom brought back (blame it on his child body, ok! He was a MAN, dammit!).

The smile spreading across his face couldn't be stopped when thinking of his parents.

"Awww, you are just too cute!" said his mom in that patronizing kid voice, who knew how hard kids had it?

"Am not!" Leorio was not cute, he was handsome!

"Ok, little man" His mother tried to sound serious but she couldn't keep that giggle from escaping her mouth, eliciting an unamused response from the child.

Life resumed in the Seikishi household. Life resumed for the interstellar traveler.

Leorio Seikishi put a great deal into his school work. One born as privileged as he could not pass up the chance to get a good education. He had the top marks in his school, always double checking his homework, even for kindergarten knowledge. This was necessary when it came to subjects like history (what the hell happened to the world map!?) but completely unnecessary when it came to math (maybe math is completely the same aside from the methods but you never know!?).

He had to keep top marks if he wanted to become a doctor and, if he so chooses, to become a hero. Sure, he could settle for a second rate school, but his parents are raising him to be the best and for either career slacking off could be deadly. That was the reasoning he gave to those who asked, and it was true, but those weren't his only motives. His mother's smile and his other mother's proud gaze did give him a small nudge forward (ok..maybe he lacked such affection in his past life.. And maybe he is a little starved for it in this one but can you blame him?).

School was easy no matter how much work he put into it. He even craved the challenge, the reason why he started tutoring his classmates and kouhai, even a senpai. The challenge is also why he started training his quirk.

His quirk.

It was a great deal similar to his past lives nen. On the surface they were the same but the difference was the intricacies. His quirk was of the emitter variety, just like his nen. He could send a pulse through objects to do damage, a combination of his Remote Punch and Ultrasound. The farther the pulse travels, the more force lost due to resistance. He could also use his quirk as he did with his nen in the medical field. I.e. send light pulses through the body, or any material, to detect abnormalities and organisms within though with his quirk, he could create small enough pulses that activate individual or clusters of cells, promoting growth.

Perfect for a doctor, more potential than his nen even with more restrictions. Something to be real thankful for in this life.

Leorio Seikishi continued to be diligent in his work, all throughout middle school. Teachers loved him, a trustworthy little helper and excellent example for his fellow students and kouhai. Precisely why he had trouble with school. Leorio simply couldn't click with kids his apparent age, he was a slow learner and wasn't the best with social cues.

Leorio thought to do nothing about this, unfortunately. He had little regard for what others thought of him nor did he care to be popular, no one could hold up to his true friends. This may have been a mistake.

A rough looking student approached, swinging a bag around with little regard for the various walls and desks he knocked into.

"Seikishi-kun! What's this I see, hm? High Schools, huh? Looking for one that takes narks?" The "student", at least most of the time as he was either skipping or suspended, snatched Leorios's papers right out of his hand. Hayato-san, or falcon as he was often referred [haya meaning falcon], was one of the many "tough guys" who patrolled the school and city, looking for trouble. One with nasty grades and an even nastier streak of bad behaviour with involving school staff. To say the least, he was not a fan of Seikishi-san.

Leorio was off put but not willing to put up with a kids crap, no matter how well behaved he was.

Standing up now, snatching his paper back with clear aggravation, Leorio reprimanded Hayato.

"Listen here, punk! What I do is none of your business! Now scram before I give you something to run from." Either Leorio never really found anything to fight about with his clear disconnect with kids or he had improved remarkably on his patience which now threatened to break.

Hayato-san was not frightened. "So the lil' bookworm has some teeth. Or is it all bite?" Hayato's smile grew slightly, acenting his sharp teeth, a peculiar feature of his quirk. His smile was feral, inviting challenge simply to relish in a win."How about you show me your claws before I rip them out."He challenged with a snarl at the end.

Leorio knew he could take this kid, easy. Something was holding him back though. His parents. Leorio had two moms, Akari and Junko. Akari was the fun loving, relaxed one, always making fun of him and trying to bring him out of his calloused and jaded shell. Junko was the silent scary type but practically glowed with happiness when with her family. Both of them were always ready to dismantle someone with words for the sake of justice. Neither would approve of him beating a kid up and he was not in the mood to see them disappointed in him, mostly because it was a bit of an unforeign feeling for the perfect kid. It seemed he could never disappoint them...well except for the time they caught him with some...suggestive magazines...that was not a conversation he wanted to repeat.

"Back off, Falcon, I don't have the time to drop someone off at the nurses office." He said with a smirk. "Besides, I think you've missed enough school, wouldn't want you to spend the rest of the year in a hospital." Leorio's eyebrows quirked with his smug satisfaction. Being the good guy can get tiring, sometimes you've got to let loose a little, even if it's only a farce.

That apparently was the wrong thing to say. Falcon immediately shot his arm out at Leorio, just missing his jugular as he dodged; such fights were below him. Pissed off, Falcon readied his quirk, stretching his rubber arm back he grabbed onto the classroom door frame. His quirk allowed him to stretch his body like rubber, earning him a few inappropriate nicknames in addition to his "hero" one. Years of fighting against complex nen has prepared him for such a society where kids had genetic superpowers.

Leorio stood ready. Hayato released his hold on the door, shooting his arm right at Leorio. Leorio swiftly ducked and rolled to the side towards the exit. Quirks also had their own drawbacks, Hayato's being the recoil of rubber. Hayato flipped his arm towards the ceiling to avoid hitting himself in the face leaving Leorio with ample time to make a swift getaway.

Leorio booked it out of there, no way he could get in a good school with marks on his record. Had to have a clean record if he wanted to get into UA. He could get his stuff later, ask a teacher to let him in. It was not worth it to go back in their. Mom's would kill him before they defended his actions.

"Where do ya think you're going, loser! I'll kick your ass!" a rough voice called after him. Hayato rushed out the classroom, fist at the ready. He knew he couldn't catch up to Seikishi but he could still win, he was going to be a hero after all. Seikishi gripped a classroom sign in his pursuit of the straight A student, stretching his arm out as he ran.

Leorio was nearly at the stairs when he was sent straight to the floor. His nose immediately throbbed in pain, bleeding a bit on his shirt as he forced himself up. He was used to much worse but getting slammed into the floor from a super powered punch still hurt like hell. Take the pain of a rubber band slung at your hand and multiply that 100 fold.

"YEEOOOWWW WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU KID! I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT!?" His yelling stuttered off into repetitive mumblings of "ow ow oww."

"That'll teach ya not ta mess with ...ya shoulda seen yer face! Classic." Falcon swaggered away with a proud smirk on his face. He shouldn't of turned his back.

BAM!

Before he knew it Falcon was on the floor, back of the head bursting in pain. Leorio stood tall looking over the student. Leorio used his quirk to send a shockwave under the punk, knocking him flat off his feet with only a small stomp.

Leorio's triumph lasted only a moment when Falcon didn't get back up. His eyes were closed and body still.

"Hey are you okay?" he asked as he ran over to the prone form. Panic was rising in him, he wondered if Falcon could hear his heart beating out of his chest, if he could hear anything at all. Falcons hand suddenly gripped his ankle as he approached. He looked down and before he could process anything, his leg was ripped out from under him!

Both boys shot up off the floor. Falcon reared another punch but Leorio, coming to his senses didn't counter.

The punch just barely missed him but Falcon didn't hesitate. Falcon threw his full body weight onto Leorio like his life depended on it. The boys were knocked right off their feet. Time seemed to slow as they both realized the gravity of the situation, pun intended. There was only air beneath Leorio unless you count the long flight of stairs they were about to plummet down. Falcon's eyes widened as he saw the drop beneath them

"Aw shi-"

Everything happened at once. Leorio's back slammed into the bottom of the stairs sending pain all along his spine. Falcon's weight shifted forward as he slammed into Leorio and immediately tipped over him, head first into the ground while pulling Leorio along. Both boys were almost comically flipping down the stairs onto the floor, almost as it must've hurt pretty fucking bad.

Yeah, it really hurt. Both boys stayed on the ground when the came to a stop, groaning and unsuccessfully attempting to relieve their pain. As they lie on the floor in their shared misery, a shadow covered them. Their principal, Mr. M.

"And what are we doing, boys." he questioned with an uncharacteristically stern voice. Mr. M, unanimously standing for Mr. Mean, was actually a kind and fair principle but if you mess up ...you're in for it. He did not tolerate disobedience or violence or students knocking each other down the stairs for no real reason.

"Well...an answer or are you kids going to walk yourselves down to my office. I don't want to have to both nurse Jennings."

Falcon fumbled over himself trying to get up, punctuality is valued after all. Leorio followed his lead, having never been in trouble with Mr. M himself. The trio walked in silence with the principle trailing behind, watching for any further behavioral problems. The wellbeing of his students was his utmost priority.

They made it to the office in silence, tension and a hint of fear, stifling the cool air of a well taken care of school. Leorio's face was blank in a poor attempt at hiding his shame. Seriously, he was a doctor and a grown man, he shouldn't be fighting some punkass kid.

Mr. M cleared his throat.

"Now, I can only hope that you understand why you are here with me. Nod your heads if you understand" They nodded. "I also hope you understand that fighting is not tolerated in this school under any circumstances." They nodded. "Furthermore, I hope you understand that your punishments will be fair." They nodded. "Is there any opposition? None, I presume" Even Hayato didn't hesitate to nod. They were truly in for it. "Then your penance ...you will come to school one ohur early for the next month, come to my office and I will lay out some research work for you on the juvenile education system. You will stay two hours late everyday for the next month serving time in detention. And finally you will set aside your differences and grow closer as classmates by helping out classrooms and cleaning the schoolyard."

Hayato nodded immediately. Leorio wasn't about to get himself more work and thus nodded.

"Is this fair?" There's the kicker. Leorio could argue with that one. No, it's not fair. He started it and was messing with me. I didn't really do anything but defend myself. I did nothing to provoke this. I really only got hurt. I've never done anything wron-

Both boys nodded.

"Then I suppose there is no need to put this on either of your records, as long as you can follow through and learn your lesson. Although due to repeated incidents, I would like to see you alone, Mr. Hayato." He nodded. Mr. M opened the door, showing Leorio out. His clean records were a relief, If he was getting into U.A., he'd need them to be perfect.

Leorio went on his way home, hopefully able to avoid any conversations with his parents. Else, he'll never hear the end of this. He'll still have to explain why he is getting up an hour earlier and staying out an hour later, though. Oh, God and getting up an hour earlier. 5 in the morning, the ungodly morning. Leorio decided Mr. M really did deserve his nickname.

With that thought, Leorio went to his room with his dinner, much to his parents' dismay. A short nap before he had to do anything else wouldn't go amiss, huh? He would surely wake up in time to do his homework and set his alarms, right? Right?

Unfortunately, Leorio Seikishi has never been a lucky person, this life or past.

End Chapter One! I don't actually expect many to see this story as it is a crossover, so any reviews I get help, okay? Even if they're a little mean or such. Also if you already know me and are curious as to what happened to my first story, hah yeah. It probably won't happen.

When will I update? Never certain! But I have written out the outline for plenty of chapters ahead. I got ideas as far as the mall trip before going to camp. I'll really try to write this, okay? I swear, okay? I will make an attempt.

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