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In front of the mirror stands a boy nearing 4 feet with a messy mop of purple hair and indigo coloured eyes wearing what could be assumed to be a normal beige shirt and green pants, and odd combination but nevertheless suited on the boy.

At present the boy could be seen panicking.

'Holy mother of god, who the heck in the anime world is that. Last thing I remember is being stuck by a advertisement board and then black and now, well purple.'

'Have I transmigrated?'

'Honestly the most logical conclusion to what could be happening to me is transmigration only.'

'I in my perhaps 'past life' had been avid reader of web novels and am quite familiar with this trope, and when I say quite familiar, I mean to be have read perhaps more than a 1000 books. Honestly I did say that was quite a bad habit I had, I changed it some time ago, deleted the app and focused more on life.'

'Was quite the antisocial on the start but soon started fitting in society, after that I only read some books and that too for just some entertainment, that too not quite frequently.'

'As for why am I recalling all the information of web novels is because as someone literally experiencing this, I should perhaps take inspiration from those novels.'

'Honestly my theoretical knowledge is stopping me from panicking right now.'

Focusing on my surrounding, I am in a room, a small one and perhaps for a kids deduced from the fact that there are tons of toys beside me.

A average single person bed and a study table but looking at the untouched surface of it, it seems to be either new or just not used much.

'lets see, purple colour hair and a Japanese face with a tinge of American as well, fair in skin tone so perhaps a character from a anime considering the fact that this could not be a normal world with kids having coloured hair.This stuff only happens in an anime and it couldn't be a webtoon either since I have Japanese racial features not Korean.'

'Now who could possibly have purple hair in all of anime, honestly no main character has purple hair from what I remember unless one is including rom-com animes which I sure hope I ain't reincarnated in.'

Please

'Out of the corner of my eye I see a figurine, perhaps a toy used by the previous owner of the body.'

The figurine looks of a superhero, muscular, tall and a smile full of lustrous teeth.Its body covered in a costume of sorts considering its a superhero figurine, with two blonds flicks of hair pointed upwards.

'Had not known the whole character design I would have mistaken it for horns, but I doubt a hero would have horns, blond that too.'

'Wait, This reminds of someone, a anime I watched some time ago, in which a character with design is almost the similar to the toy in front of me.'

All might.

The cheap knockoff of superman then the anime must be 'boku no hero academia'.

as I look in the mirror and almost as if a epiphany occurred, I deduce who I must be.

"If I am not some random extra with terrifyingly similar features to that character, then I must be Hitoshi Shinso with the quirk 'brainwash'"

"Shinso, come downstairs, the food is ready"A shout from well 'downstairs' woke me up from my trance and I instinctively rushed downstairs.

As I make me way down, I come in an alien yet familiar surrounding with a man reading a newspaper while calmly sipping his tea.

"Good morning shinso, slept well?" the indigo eyed man which I assume to be my father in this world asked me.

I nodded my head considering I did not have any knowledge of the previous owner of the body and wasn't well established with the used dialect in the house.

"Shinso, come and get your breakfast quickly sweetie, we have to go to work too afterwards"The Indigo haired woman, my mother put the breakfast on the table and then left to perhaps get dressed for work.

I took my seat on the dining table, my short height obstructing me from being comfortable but nonetheless this made even more aware of the fact that I was in another world.A sound escaped my stomach and I was made known of the fact that I was hungry.

Next all I focused on was devouring my food consisting of omelette and bread, simple yet tasty.

Soon my plate was empty and my mom and dad on the door ready to go out.

"Take care of the house when we are gone, okay sweetie and if anything happens just call us over like we have always practised, okay?"

I nod again and they seem to take that as a yes.

Next thing I know, I am alone in my house in another planet, another solar system and another universe.

Sigh, talk about overkill.