Where was I?

I couldn't use any of my senses it felt like I am floating in a deep abyss and I couldn't get out. I tried to struggle but still…. nothing. How long had I been like this I couldn't tell? Had it been minutes, hours, days, or even longer I had no idea at all. How had I arrived here the last thing I remembered was being on my way to class then nothing.

Then suddenly, I sensed a source of warmth and felt a need to get more of it. Next thing I knew I was being pulled and had no way of preventing all I could feel was pain and agony. This repeated for an unquantifiable amount of time and again I felt nothing. Just when I thought my torture had finally been ended, there was untold amounts of pain where my skull would have been as if every headache and head injury in my life had been multiplied hundred-fold.

There were flashes of images they seemed to be memories that showed the life of young blonde boy in a world where a majority of the population had powers. I felt like I knew this kid like I was him then a clear image of the boy holding his mothers' hand and using her power. Then it clicked, I did know this kid. The memories belonged to Neito Monoma from My Hero Academia the guy who could copy other people's quirks. The question was why I was getting these memories, but I had no time to ponder that because the images kept on coming from him getting his quirk to his mother playing with him and then another clear memory. Monoma was crossing the street when suddenly there were screams and the sounds of screeching tires. He was hit by a speeding truck and launched clear across the street. I could feel his pain, his fear, and then nothing.

I didn't understand why was I here experiencing these memories I had just been crossing the stree-….. are you kidding me? Is it possible that I was also killed by a random truck what kind of bullshit was this? Is it possible that I was involved in some kind of generic isekai fuckery? Was I going to take over Monoma's life now that he had been run over? Also, why Monoma don't get me wrong his copy quirk was pretty good but why couldn't I have taken over for Todoroki or some other character who was way too overpowered.

Deep in thought I didn't notice a sudden light and a gravitational pull on my being towards the light and finally I felt as though I had control over myself again. The light was still there but now it was irritating my closed eyes. Slowly I opened them, and I took in my surroundings. I appeared to be in a hospital room with a tube stuffed down my throat and immediately I started panicking as I couldn't breath. Then the heart rate monitor started beeping loudly and nurses rushed into the room and tried holding me down. When that didn't work one of the nurses inserted a syringe into my IV and my eyes slowly started drooping. The next time I woke up I there were other people in my room and from Monomas' memories I realized these were his parents Meisa and Hideo Neito.

Monoma's mother placed her hand on mine a gave it a gentle squeeze "Monoma how are you feeling?"

What should I say "Hey I'm ok but your son died, and I took over his body." That didn't seem like the type of response I should give? I decided to go with "I'm ok but why am I in the hospital?"

She took a deep breath and tearfully said "Monoma you were in an accident and you've been in a coma for the last six months."

What the hell six months is that how long I had been in that void?

Hideo slumped forward and explained "We thought you'd never wake up and started losing hope that you'd ever come back to us."

They then went on to explain that I had been hit by a drunk driver and that the driver had immediately crashed into a pole right after hitting me and died from fatal injuries. Apparently, some civilians had called emergency services and they brought me to the hospital with a cracked skull, broken femur, fractured ribs, and a multitude of other injuries it had been a miracle that they had been able to save my life.

We continued to talk about the accident, what I remembered about it and of course my coma. A doctor came in at some point and told us about the next steps that we needed to take including physical therapy to deal with the muscle atrophy I had suffered as a result of my coma.

Over the next month I stayed at the hospital so they could monitor my progress and then when they cleared me, I was sent home. Now came the difficult part trying to imitate their son so that they wouldn't suspect me. Ironic that I had to copy the kid that copied other people. So far I had been able to keep their suspicions at bay by claiming I couldn't remember certain things and the doctors backed me up saying that some patients that suffer serious head trauma may have memory problems and even though I did have Monoma's memories I'd prefer not to have to completely imitate a ten year old Monoma's personality. That brings me to another problem I now faced, I'm ten years old again and would have to go through puberty once again which had been a pain in the ass the first time around.

My parents were alarmed at my personality seeming so much more mature than the ten-year-old with an inferiority complex they were used to but over the months since I had first woken up, they had gotten used to their son's new maturity and they welcomed the change.

With all the things that had been going on so far, I hadn't really thought about the fact that I now lived in a world where eighty percent of the population had some type of super power. It had been a bit of a shock the first time I had seen a quirk in action, one of the nurses that had been in charge of checking on me had the ears of a bat and apparently had great hearing but it came at he cost of poor eyesight which resulted in her having to wear coke bottle type glasses.

I had also forgotten that my own parents had quirks themselves. My mother, Meisa, could copy any person's voice which had resulted in her working as a voice actress for a variety of shows and even some musicians who needed back up vocals. My father, Hideo, when he in contact with another persons' skin could gain a small part of their knowledge permanently. He was a CEO at a successful game company with a passion for crossword puzzles. How is he not the most intelligent man on earth you might ask well it was because he didn't get to decide the knowledge he gained and usually the amount of info he gained could be compared to trivia. They had met in college and their quirk's similarities had resulted in them becoming friends and eventually they got together and had me.

Over the time I had taken to recover I kept questioning why I was in this universe was there some god that got bored and decided to bring me to this universe as entertainment or was it all just a fluke. During this time, I had also decided that I would still try to be hero and get into UA. Its not that I had outstanding moral fiber it just seemed like a great way I could make lots of money and be popular and if it also resulted in more lives being saved well that was just a bonus for my conscience. When I brought up the topic of me wanting to be a pro hero my parents wouldn't even consider it, they thought it was far too dangerous.

"You're too young to be thinking about that type of thing and even if you weren't don't you know how dangerous hero work is!" my father exclaimed.

"I know it's dangerous, but I have good quirk and I could make a good living being a hero not to mention all the people I could help."

My mother glumly stated, "We were lucky that you survived your accident don't you think that you should be more concerned about your life being a hero means that you'll risk your life every day think about the emotional toll that'll have on not just you but us as well."

Although it was a good point, I just couldn't help but think that I hadn't ever really accomplished much in my past life and I wanted to do something amazing in this life to make up for it. "I know that you don't want me to risk my life just for the sake of being a hero but thinking like that, I wouldn't ever be able to experience life because I'd be too afraid to take any risks and even if do die in the line of duty I think it would have been a life worth living."

I took a deep breath and stood up to leave "I'd prefer to have you both accept my goal but even if you don't, I'll still follow this path on my own."

As I walked out of the room Meisa spoke up and said, "If you truly want to be a hero then we'll support you, its just as you said living in fear of death truly is not living at all."

Once they agreed to support my plan to become a hero, I immediately asked to join a martial arts dojo so that I could be better prepared for my future in hero work and they agreed. The reason for this was that Monoma in canon was not great at hand to hand combat and it was a big handicap for someone that relied on other people's quirks.

While I had been recovering my parents didn't want me to go to school so I had been home schooled by private tutors. From what I remember about Monoma he was intelligent and thankfully that intelligence was still intact with me in his body and coupled with my previous knowledge and intelligence I now had an almost eidetic memory, learning became almost easier than breathing. Having realized this my tutors upped the ante and asked my parents for permission to give me more advanced lessons which they ecstatically agreed to.

Another thing that I needed to get used to in this body was my own quirk Copy. From what I remember Monoma initially could copy a total of three quirks for five minutes each at a time and eventually trained that up to four quirks and ten minutes. However, now I could only copy two quirks for maximum time of three minutes. It seems that Monoma did train up his quirk by a fair amount by the time he got to UA and wasn't a lazy bum which was slightly surprising. I practiced my quirk by copying my parents' and tutor's quirks and trying to keep doing for as long as I could while also trying to improve upon their own quirks once I had copied them. I hoped that doing this would help me quickly adapt to other quirks I would copy in the future. So, for the time being I focused on my education and on training up my quirk. After about another month of this my parents finally relented and started searching for a martial arts class for me.

My parents eventually signed me up to a basic self-defense class as they didn't want me to do anything too physical until they were sure I could handle it since I was still recovering from the accident and I was still young. While at first it was difficult, I eventually took to it like a fish does water. After three months had passed my sensei told my parents that there was nothing left to teach in the basic course so we went looking for a dojo that could further teach me. Something that really didn't make sense to me when watching My Hero Academia was that almost no one aside from Eraserhead seemed to have any type of martial arts training but having lived here for about half a year now I had realized that the people and heroes in this world tended to rely entirely on their quirks which was a big handicap in my opinion.

I honestly thought it was stupid to not try to get every advantage you could especially when your life was on the line so I tried researching different martial arts that could benefit me in the future. I wanted to learn Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do but found out that he never existed in this world but somehow most other martial arts that I knew about in my previous life still existed. Eventually I settled on starting with kyokushin karate and at some point, in the future learning Chinese kung fu, muay thai, krav maga, wing chun, taekwondo, and Brazilian jiujitsu. Hopefully once I had learned these styles, I would be able to incorporate them into my own unique style using Bruce Lee's philosophy of casting off what was useless in the various styles. At some point in the future I also wanted to learn to use some type of weapon for when punching and kicking wouldn't be enough.

For now, learning martial arts, training up my quirk, and my general education would be the foundation upon which my future hero career would be built on. Most people might be thinking all this is cool and all but why not just try and get All Might to give you One for All and while it would be amazing to be able to change the weather with a single punch, I was not fond of the amount of responsibility I would inherit. Besides even though Izuku was a bit of a wimp he was much more suited to be the self-sacrificing shounen hero than me not to mention that I don't want anything to do with breaking bones considering how I had died previously and the accident Monoma had gone through in this world.

I still had a long way to go before I could be happy with my new life in this world but for now this was a pretty good beginning.

AN: Please leave some constructive criticism and tell me how I should improve upon my writing for future chapters or if you even want future chapters.