0. Truck

So one day, I died.

It was almost classic-- I was crossing the road, and a truck-- it's always a truck-- drove into me. My body was thrown into a telephone pole, my legs were crushed to bits, and my body was squashed in the debris. I had bled out before anyone found me, and I was dead before I knew it.

As magical as it would sound, I woke up. Now I'm in a black, blank space that held nothing within-- not even a floor, not even a breeze-- I was left adrift in an expansive void of nothingness, imitating flight in zero gravity that was beyond science.

Was this all life after death held? I found myself wondering, or am I just not there yet?

Someone once said that the most terrifying torture was solitude. Then, was this hell?

"I AM VERY SORRY!!!!"

Leaping in fright, I pulled myself upright, eyes opening. It was the higher-pitched intonation of a young child, nervous and absolutely terrified. 

"I'm so sorry, are you alive? No, you're dead but-- are you alright??"

Swinging my head around, there was nothing beyond. The voice came from the world without a sky, with no clear indication of who was talking.

Why was it apologizing?

"Oh no, I'm gonna get in trouble. I'm sorry for accidentally hitting you!"

Hitting me?? now I was interested. None of those ridiculous isekai light novels I read ever had this kind of scenario-- wait no, one them did-- the god that dropped a vase on a kid or something-- wait a minute, Hit? What? 

Why is he apologizing-- wait a fuckin' minute was he the truck driver--

"If Void finds me, I'm a dead truck!"

He's the bloody truck??? Truck-sama?!? 

Truck-sama, the legendary truck grim reaper that sends almost every isekai protagonist into the afterlife-- also known as the notorious murderer to create the childhood accident scene for every man's tragic backstory. 

There is no weeb that does not know of him-- this was the Truck-sama!

"You're not on the list, so I can't hide you with Heaven and Hell, I'm gonna send you off before Void finds you! You don't mind, right? I don't know how this thing works, but I gotta skedaddle!"

"No wait a fucking minute!" I finally found my voice to scream out a protest, suddenly realizing this situation, "what's going on, who the hell is-"

I'm not becoming an isekai protagonist! No fucking way! Luffy hasn't found One Piece yet! 

"Take me back, you lump of steel garbage!" I yelled.

"Sorry, Bye!"

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1. Walk

If I ever become Prime Minister of the world, I swore, I will ban all trucks from existence.

I was born into a family in a fairly different world from the reality I came from. A place where quirks and monsters were commonplace; and the traditional heroism against villainy was the operational system cycle.

When I was two years old and began to understand things I little more, I took in the fact that I couldn't feel my legs-- and began to understand that it wasn't normal.

I was three years old when I realized that it wasn't normal to be changing my gender around every few days for fun. 

I was four years old when I remembered my lifelong pledge-- to annihilate the cursed steel machinery known as a Truck-- and along with it came the fact that I had died, and the reality of my experience in a new life.

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I remembered a choked scream.

A phone in my hand, my bag in the other-- Waiting before the traffic light, head thrumming to each beat of the music that echoed through my headphones.

Then the truck that drove across swerved at the sight of a kitten that dashed into the road-- my head lifted, my mind registered the large silhouette coming straight toward me.

It told me it was going to hit me.

It told me I was going to be hit.

It warned me that it would hurt.

But my body only steeled itself, telling me firm and undeniably that I wouldn't make an escape. Rather than an attempt of escape, it braced itself, eyes closing and resigning, simply hoping it wouldn't hurt too much and would be over quickly. 

Why was that my natural instinct? What happened to flight or fight response?

The fear only lasted a moment, overwhelming me in a sharp instant disallowing me to pull any other thought of resistance. My voice locks in my throat-- my bones are shredded through and my flesh is ripped to bits; hurled into the telephone pole, my shoulder dislodges and my spine is shattered like brittle, brittle glass. 

Blood sprays, and life is lost.

The scream rips out from me as I bolt upright from bed every night, my breath goes erratic, my heart leaps in broken fortissimo, and I fail to think about anything but fear, fear, fear, and how scared I was. 

My legs couldn't move-- weren't moving-- couldn't feel it-- why weren't they moving-- no.

It was like sleep paralysis-- but the dark beast held its hold on my legs eternally.

Each time, I throw myself under my covers and only felt so, so safe hidden underneath, cramped in a small, dark space, curled up with eyes squeezed, praying to myself repeatedly, telling myself there was no route for anything to go in and hurt me.

I moved into Dad's hospital after Mom died in her duty;

And there I stayed for seven years.

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My Mother was an Underground Hero that could transform into anything she drew; my Father's quirk was a freedom of sexuality-- the ability to switch his gender around whenever he wanted to.

As a child born from these two, my ability was to alter my age and gender in accordance to my wishes and my imagination. 

It wasn't a cool quirk at all, nor was it very useful. The old me would've thought of undercover operations, like my mother did-- but with these legs? They wouldn't be of much help as a disguise, nor would it be ideal for a hasty escape or chase.

I was virtually useless in this world of idealism and dreams, I realized, why?

Didn't all isekai protagonists come in with their path all laid out for them? A cheat? A power that surpasses all? Where was that for me? When would it come to me?

Why didn't I have anything?

Jiyuuni Kawaru, that was my name in this world. 

This is the simple story of her life in My Hero Academia.