Yay, welcome to the first chapter of a wonderful fun adventure!

I've been itching to write another OC-insert fic for a while now and after getting sucked into watching the third season of BNHA because a friend told me to hurry and catch up, I can't help but to be caught up in it again. And so, I can't help myself.

I had fun writing the first chapter and have plans for the next few chapters. Even though I will try to stick to canon, I'm pretty sure that I will diverge from it because my mind likes to think up of interesting ways to mess with the story.

Now that it's all out of the way, let's begin!

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Boku No Hero Academia which is the proud work of our master of story telling, Kohei Horikoshi. All Hail, all hail. I own nothing except for my OC and OCs and the changes that is caused by her choices and existence.

001

Of Bears, Bunnies & The Almighty

Life is one big mystery. But as we grow older, we start to wonder less about life and letting survival take priority. Thinking about the beautiful cruel intricacies of life doesn't do much to put heavenly coffee and apple pies on my counter. And coffee and apple pies makes me one happy camper. Try and take them away from me and you'd risk getting your finger chomped off.

Many found that out the hard way.

Like I said, people generally don't think about life until something significant happens; a life changing event, an existential crisis…depression. In my case, it was dying. More specifically, it was a dying and finding myself trapped in this world.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you," He shakily held his tiny hand out to me..which I stared at it, like I had never seen a handshake before.

I reached out, movement stiff like a frozen block of ice and shook it. Hello Izuku, I am already dead, stuck in a four year old body and found out that I'm trapped in your fictional world… and oh, I know absolutely everything about you from the past to the future, all your dreams, your fears and your insecurities and oh, congrats, you're going to be the world's number one hero…only after you suffer and break some bones first, so good luck and go beyond!

I was spiralling. My thoughts spinning so fast in my mind that I felt sick and dizzy. I didn't even know that I was still shaking his hand until he uncomfortably pried it off and embarrassment burned my checks and I had the sudden urge to hide under the bench, burrow into the ground and never come out. This was all too much.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but to think back to the beginning. It was already ridiculous that a nineteen year old me woke up one day and found myself in a four year old body (did I also mention that it's not mine?) but never in a million years would I ever think I would also be trapped in the world filled with dangerous villains and crazy quirks. Now that took the cake.

How the hell did I even end up here in the first place?

I was drowning, plain and simple. Even though memories of my life was hazy but I remembered that moment so clearly like it had happened yesterday. I was falling. The water wrapped around me, pulling me deeper in it's embrace and washing the world around me in electric blue tones. Bubbles of oxygen danced to the surface, robbing my lungs of precious air, forming a trail to the surface that I can't seem to reach.

My limbs felt like they were burning and eventually I stopped struggling. Closing my eyes and accepting my fate as I sunk further.

It was pitch black and I knew I didn't have long left. The last thing I felt at that very moment was regret, regret for all the things I had done, regret for all the things I didn't do and for all the things that I never and will never get to do. Each thought was a grain of despair as I thought my life was over. And it was.

But like they say, the universe works in unexpected ways.

Because the next time I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at the pale white ceiling and my nose slammed with the heavy smell of antiseptics, having no idea what kind of a surprise I had landed myself in and instead letting out a sigh of relief like an idiot. I was safe, sound and dry…but surprisingly sweaty like I was in a fever or something. But whatever, I was happy, I was alive and that was great. There was a lot of things I want to do-

And then, right there and then, my train of thought was shattered. Why? Because standing right there in the room with me was a furry bear in a doctor's coat and stethoscope. I stared and recoiled. Am I hallucinating?

Letting out a nervous laugh, I held my forehead, sweeping back strands of oily hair. Hah, that must be it. There's no way in hell I'm actually seeing a bear standing on it's own, holding a pen and scribbling down on a clipboard. No way. I must have swallowed too much sea water. Yep, that must be it. Who in their right minds would even let a bear in the hospital anyways?

The bear turns it's head towards the the door and opened it's mouth, "Nurse, tell the Ms. Kinjo's guardian that she has finally woken up." …in Japanese?

What? For a moment my heart and my mind stopped and was even more taken aback when a humanoid bunny wearing a nurse cap stuck her head in, nodded and replied, "Yes, Doctor." Blinking, I rubbed my eyes. Nope, bear still there.

I was losing my mind but there wasn't a chance for me to process my thoughts before pounding footsteps rushed over and a human (thank goodness! For a moment I thought I was stuck in some kind of twisted animal crossing land) burst in, pressing his arm against the doorframe, heaving and catching his breath. He looked up and I saw his face for the first time, eyes pitch black dark and hallowed rings like he haven't had proper rest in days and dishevelled dark hair framing his face.

Who was this person? I didn't know and I didn't know how to react, so I stayed frozen and unmoving…until I looked down and saw my hands and felt faint.

I'm tiny.

Staring at the chubby digits in a morbid combination of marvel and horror, a thought slowly occured to me as I was handed the first piece of a long and complicated puzzle. Maybe, I was no longer a grown as adult…but a freaking child. I peered at the bubbling stranger that towered over me, maybe his child. Sucking in a deep breath, I wanted to freak out, but for some reason or another I couldn't bring myself to go over the boiling point yet. Everything felt surreal. Pinching my wrist, I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them, hoping that this was all a dream or some kind of elaborate joke.

But nope, I was still there, still tiny….

…and confused, a human talking to a bear.

Maybe I over-panicked. It could've been because of the stress or the craziness of it all. Because honestly, I don't remember all that clearly what had happened except I blacked out.

Kinjo Miyuuki, That's who I am now.

The name rolled off my tongue like a foreign flavour. I couldn't (wouldn't) wrap my head around it. Even when the doctors or nurses called me by that name, I didn't respond. It's not my name. But there was nothing I could say or do to dispute that. In the eyes of the occupant of this world I was a four year old little girl. Nothing less, nothing more. I didn't even look like myself anymore.

Under normal circumstances, they would've thought that something was wrong with the way I was acting but maybe, just maybe…they saw me as nothing more than a little girl that had just woken up after an ordeal of being sick and nearly dying and shrug it off as a phase. And secretly, I was glad. Any help from them would only spell more trouble for me.

Doctors and nurses rolled in and out, conducting tests and being as dizzy as I was, I could only respond minimally and flatly and staring right at their faces…like a wierdo. I couldn't help it. Some of them had human faces with strange additions like horns or tails while the others were some kind of animal crossing nightmare.

All in all, I was a hundred percent sure that I was no longer in my own world.

And it was terrifying.

But the mind have strange ways of coping. Waking up in strange places and strange situations begs me to ask important questions, life questions:-

Is this heaven or is this hell? I've always pictured the afterlife as some kind of marshmallow filled heaven not a metropolis filled with Superhero Wannabes and Animal Crossing lovers. I's cool but still…I sure don't want to be walking down the dark streets in the middle of the night and cross paths with a lion man or a guy in a leopard leotard. But then again, this place has black coffee and apple pies so that may counts as heaven to me. Keep those coming and I won't complain!

Why are there so many documentary-style movies in this world? Almost all the channels I flipped through have films in news segment style that kept going on and on about villains and superheroes. And there's even one series that looked like that the life action version of My Hero Academia that focused on All Might in none other than a news segment format. Odd choice for filmmaking such a popular series but creative liberties, I guess. It felt almost so saturated and redundant that I just flip it on to let the noise drown out the silence in the room.

Why do I still pain when I pinch myself?

Why do I still have to pay for things in the afterlife? Coffee and apple pies should be free darn it!

Is this a dream or am I slowly going insane?

Honestly, there was just so many contradictions that it doesn't even make sense. And it continued to not make sense until one day, I had the bright idea of sneaking out of my hospital room and explore. Unfortunately, I had really bad sense of direction and had gotten lost. And on top of having a screwed sense of direction, I am also clumsy (curtesy of my new mini body) falling face flat onto the ground and scraping my knee. And when I looked up, all my important life questions were finally answered. Because kneeling down right in front of me was none other than a pint sized Izuku Midoriya. When he asked me was I okay, I didn't believe it. When he helped me up, I didn't believe it. But when he finally introduced himself, reality struck me like a ton of bricks followed by cement. The animal crossing humans, the town filled people in superhero costumes and the impossible things that I briefly saw but shrugged off…Suddenly, everything made perfect sense but a terrible sense of dread grew from within me.

Groaning, I slammed my forehead onto the ground, knowing how downright screwed I am.

And there starts the friendship of the undead girl and the future number one hero of all time and everyone lived happily ever after.

Just kidding, no such luck.

That was just the icing slapped on top of a slowly rotting cake. I laughed quietly to myself and fingered the band aid with prints of All Might that Midoriya placed on to my scrapped knee as the two of us sat on the bench side by side.

"What's your name?" He swing his legs and played around with toy figurine of All Might, "What do I call you?"

"…" Oh, God.

Why is my mind drawing a blank? I can't remember my own name? Well, it's not my name but even so! It begins with a Y right? No…Why am I such a forgetful klutz? Answer him before it gets weird.

Its…" The words died in my throat, a sudden realisation struck me…I…never bothered to remember… "Fuck."

He stared at me, looking almost curious now. I had two options now (a) give a wild cool name and save myself until I got the time to find out what the hell my name is now or (b) burst into protest that names aren't important and curse the hell out of everything, scaring the poor kid shitless, giving him mental scars for life with the large array of curse worlds that would put even the most foul mouth sailor to shame…and possibly get kicked out of the hospital. Choose wisely. I stared at the green haired kid. Damn my fondness for him.

"Yui," I finally said, sighing with defeat. Good enough. "You can call me Yui."

Yui-chan, then. Can I call you that?" He then blushed, looking sheepish, "Ah, I forgot my manners, mum's always reminding me. Nice to meet you."

Midoriya pressed a palm onto the bench and bowed, putting me to shame. I'm always been a mannerless brat. "That's not necessary!"

"Izuku, where are you?"

"Over here mum!" Midoriya yelled out, conscious but not really conscious at keeping his voice down, "I'm over here!"

"Oh, Izuku, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. Didn't I tell you to stay there while I get you some water?" Inko Midoriya appeared from the corner, voice calm and caring, a complete contrast to my mother who would yell till I was an inch to my life if I ever disappeared

on her even if it's only by a corner. And her eyes finally landed on me, "Oh…and who's this cute girl, Izuku?"

I flushed. I'm not cute. Well, not that cute…

"Her name's is Yui-chan, mum. She fell down and I went to help her."

And I'm the damsel in distress.

She joined us on the bench, sitting beside Midoriya and handed him water, "So, Yui-chan, what are you doing in the hospital, if you don't mind me asking?"

That's difficult to answer, "…I was sick, I guess?"

That was acceptable right?

And the three of us continued to chat. Somehow, her gentle smile and light demeanour set me at ease and I relaxed without even really realising. The fact that I was now trapped in another world sat at the back of my mind for the time being, but even then, things of this nature, never last long. Because before I knew it, the conversation came to an end.

"Ah, it's almost time for our doctor's appointment, Izuku. It's time to say goodbye to your new friend," Inko regarded her watch, before pulling out…a camera? What? "But first, why don't we take a picture of new meetings between new friends?"

Against Inko, I couldn't refused and I ended up in the shot with Midoriya. As she handed me the copy of the polaroid, I had to wonder, how the hell does she even do that? Normally when it comes to cameras, I would run to hills screaming. But there I was in the photo, with an awkward smile and stiff disposition. What a strange yet wonderful woman.

"Bye, Yui-chan!" Midoriya waved before running after his mother.

Now that I was finally alone, thoughts started to spill over. I stared out of the window watching the small dotted figures of people walking down the street. I'm trapped in the world of My Hero Academia. What the hell am I suppose to do with this information? Even just the thought of thinking too deeply about this, threatened to short-circuit my brain cells.

I shook my head, slapping my cheeks. Gosh, this is so ridiculous! I'll just snag some pudding and just think about it later!

Just as I finally stood up, I noticed a teddy bear holding a card suddenly sitting next to where I sat. Huh, that was weird. I didn't notice anything there before. I held it in my hand, running my fingers over it's soft fur before looking at the card with 'Yui' written in cursive. It's addressed to me? Turning the card over, I scanned the words and my blood run cold.

"Keep the future you know to yourself, if you want to live."

I looked left and right, heart pumping out of my chest. Who wrote this and left it here? The person must still be nearby listening in if he written my name as 'Yui' instead of whatever my name was in this world. And why write something creepy like that? Maybe…it's a prank? Maybe there's some stupid kid that finds it funny to use their quirk and try to scare me? That's it.

I still felt uneasy and chuck the bear and the card into the trash can, willing myself to forget what I just saw.

I had enough problems as it was.

My eyes snapped onto the end of the corridor. Is that…a running man? I squinted. And sure enough, a figure speed across the hallway in my direction before toppling over face flat on the ground. Oh…that's why I tripped. There's a hole on the ground. Someone should really get that fixed up.

"Yuuki-chan," The man groaned, peeling his face off painfully off the ground and look at me, "You can't just run off like that from your room without telling anyone."

Huh? You're talking to me?

"It doesn't matter now. All it matters is that I found you," He slowly stood up, "Your guardian have come to pick you up for your discharge. Come on now."

Being trapped in this world doesn't give me other options. I could run far, far away but what exactly can I do to fend for myself out there? With a sigh, I followed the nurse man, dragging my steps and taking every moment I can to straighten my thoughts. Which wasn't much since my thoughts were too jumbled up to even properly decipher.

Pulling open the door to my room, I froze.

"What took you so long kid?"

My jaw dropped to the ground. Because standing right there in my room was the very same man from the other day except for one distinct differences. Gone was his civilian outfit, as his tall figure was dressed in dark clothes with long bandages wrapped loosely around his shoulders and that terrifying yellow goggles hanging around his neck. No way, I took a step back. You've got to be kidding me! Why didn't I noticed before?

Wait? What? What the fuck is going on?

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"Fuck."

"Izuku! Where did you learn that word?"

After writing about apple pies and coffee, I now crave apple pies and coffee.

Thank you for checking out my story. Tell me what you think so far. I'm curious.

P.S (and for those who follow my other fic. Yes, yes, I know. My title is very creative ;)