Figment of Imagination?

"Reo, wake up, they are already serving breakfast" A childish voice griped while shaking me and I groggily opened my eyes only to find my bunkmate standing over me. I sleepily rubbed my eyes as I sat up. My whole body was feeling sore, but the feeling soon disappeared within the next couple of moments.

"Yeah, I am up, I am up" I answered hurriedly as I jumped down from the bed.

"Good" The boy nodded his head before he turned around and started to leave without saying anything else. "Don't take too long, or they will scold me" The boy added with a sneer without turning back as he walked out of the room, leaving me behind inside the cupboard-sized room, which was mostly occupied by the bunk bed.

"Don't worry, I would never do something like that to you" I mumbled to myself, but my bunkmate was long gone to notice the sarcasm in my voice. I grabbed my toothbrush and started to head toward the bathroom. It was a common bathroom, but there was nobody in there besides me. Perks of getting up late, I guess.

The bathroom was nothing impressive, but it had adequate facilities and it was big enough. I walked up to one of the sinks and stared at the mirror only to find a 4 year old staring back at me... Even though it has been four years since I was born in this world, sometimes it was still unnerving to see myself in the mirror.

Then I quickly shook my head and started to brush my teeth... I was already a bit late and I didn't want to miss breakfast so I had to hurry. It took me 10 minutes to finish all of my morning rituals, after which I decided to change my clothes, and when I was finally done, I decided to head downstairs toward the dining hall.

"You are late!" One of the matrons huffed as she glared at me.

"I am here before the deadline" I retorted simply, making her fume. I bet she wanted to give a scathing reply, but she decided to hold her tongue because she didn't want to displease the head matron. The head matron was a nice old lady, but unfortunately, her underlings weren't so nice, not her fault I suppose.

Instead of greeting anyone, I simply grabbed a plate and walked up to the kitchen counter to grab some food. As soon as I was done, I found an empty seat at the end of the table and sat down. I didn't want to wash my own plate so I decided not to waste any more time and finish my food before the deadline. 

It didn't take me long to finish my food and when I was done, I went to put my plate inside the plate basket and that was when I heard two of the matrons gossiping. "Did you see the news last night? It was so horrible" One of the matrons mumbled and the other frantically nodded her head while humming.

"Yes, I did. I was so terrified. Thank god, Endeavour arrived quickly or the villains would have escaped" The other matron added her own tidbit. I decided to ignore the duo and head toward my room. Hero gossip was nothing new and neither were villains. Heroes and Villains were always prime subjects of gossip. 

At first, it took me quite some time to get used to the idea that I was born in a fictional world, but within a week realized that I couldn't keep denying the reality… I was born in the dangerous world of My Hero Academia. I grabbed a book from my room and decided to head outside and claim my usual spot to enjoy my book.

The thing was, I was in a weird spot… I didn't remember much from my past life. The only things I remembered from my past life were the fictional stuff I saw or read and even those memories were kind of hazy and that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was that I only watched My Hero Academia up to the end of the 2nd season.

Now, I wonder what is going to happen to me… 

I was about to turn 4, but I was yet to show signs of having any Quirk… If I don't manifest a Quirk by the time I turn 4, the chances of me manifesting a Quirk after that are pretty low. I closed the book and placed it on the ground beside me. I was lying under the shade of a tree, so it was a pretty comfortable place. 

I took a deep breath and stared at the children playing tag… Even though I don't remember much from my past life, I couldn't bring myself to connect with any of them. That was why I wasn't liked much by the other children in the orphanage. Even the matrons didn't like me for that reason. They wanted me to mingle with the others and make friends with them, but it was simply impossible for me. 

To them, I was nothing but a weird loner and maybe that was for the best…

Most of the time, I was left to my own devices which was a good thing as it gave me a chance to explore my hobbies. I took another look at the book, it was a bit more mature than a children's book, but it had nothing on some of the stuff I remembered from my past life. It felt refreshing to read something with such a bright outlook considering some of the dark stuff I remembered.

Sometimes, I wondered if I really had a past life with how hazy and unclear some of my memories were… I wiped some sweat from my forehead. Fuck… It is really hot today. I cursed inside my mind before I resumed pondering my situation once again. Maybe all the memories inside my mind are just a figment of my imagination… 

Wow… It is really hot today, isn't it? I decided as I started to breathe heavily… The fuck is happening to me? I felt like I was burning and I was pretty sure that I wasn't imagining things since I could see smoke rising from my clothes. "Haah!!" I screamed loudly, catching everyone's attention, but I wasn't paying them any mind as I was busy trying to put off the fire from my clothes.

Is this how I am going to die… The pain started to become unbearable and I heard some faint voices calling me, but my vision was already blurry. I was unable to bear the pain anymore and promptly passed out…