Chapter Text
Izuku Midoriya was on top of the world.
More specifically, he was falling towards the ground, a solemn smile plastered across his face. It's not that he enjoyed the idea of ending his own life, but the idea of continuing said pitiful life just wasn't good anymore.
Quirkless. Bullied by his peers. Having his dream crushed by All Might, his own personal hero, THE greatest hero to ever live.
Who would want to continue living after that chain of events?
Especially when he kept thinking about a certain sentence one of his former friends said.
Why don't you take a swan dive off the roof? Maybe you'll get a Quirk in the next life!
Maybe. That was the only word that mattered to Midoriya now. That was the only word he needed to convince himself to go through with this.
Quirks were everything in this world. Those who didn't have one were seen as freaks. As less than people.
And soon enough, Midoriya would finally get a chance live a proper, normal life...
Actually, maybe that was a bit too pessimisti-
*THUD*
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-*
*CLICK!*
"Ugh, my head," spoke a feminine voice. "As if taking a swan dive wasn't enough, now I have my alarm ringing in my ear-"
Wait a minute, just about everything about in that sentence was wrong!
He took a swan dive, and yet he was still alive?
He remembesr being a boy, but his voice was clearly feminine?
"Wait a minute," the person spoke as he... she, grabbed the alarm clock. "What day is it?"
The alarm clock proved unhelpful, since it only showed the time. The girl scanned the surrounding area, and the first thing she noticed was a rather bizarre duality.
This was Midoriya's room, the All Might merchandise and stuff hanging practically everywhere made it abundantly clear. But All Might wasn't the only focus of the room anymore: there were also posters and figures of Godzillo, the Dragoon Heroine Ryukyu, and other lizard or reptillian heroes.
And it wasn't just heroes that decorated the room; there was also toys and figurines of dinosaurs, dragons, and other types of reptillian creatures.
Even the bed she sat on had a reptillian motif to it.
Geez, whoever I am now, I really seem to like reptiles.
It was then that the girl realized something.
I should probably see how I look now.
She got off her bed, walked to her mirror... and she had to cover her mouth before she screamed of utter shock.
Obviously, Midoriya was now a girl. But what was worse was that she was in her underwear! Actually, scratch that, the real worse part was that she was in mismatched underwear!
A blue bra, but green panties?! Seriously?! At least I could've tried to wear something that matched!
It was then that the girl realized ANOTHER important detail: her Quirk.
The girl ran to her desk and began searching the drawers. She thought that, at the very least, if his interest in All Might carried over to this brand new life, his interest in Quirks could've come too.
And they did, just not as abundantly as she expected: instead of over a dozen notebooks about the phenomenon known as Quirks, there were only around two with very simple titles.
"Hero Quirks" and, the one that caught her eye, "My Quirk".
She grabbed the latter book and opened it, gluing her eyes to the information laid in front of her.
Her Quirk was named "Dullahan". It was an Emitter type Quirk that allowed her to split her body into several pieces, with the spots the pieces split off from releasing a turquoise-colored fire as long as they remained separated.
So, for example, if she separated her hand from her wrist, the holes on both the hand and wrist would release the turquoise fire.
Continuing with her reading, the separated parts would levitate, and she'd have control over them with her mind, though the more parts she separated the harder it would be to control them.
The book also mentioned a rather vital weakness: if she took too much damage, or got knocked out, the body parts would stop levitating and head back to her, reconnecting instantly. Also, if any body part got destroyed, it would take a while to regenerate it.
So, it was basically like when lizards split their tails to escape from predators, only with the whole body instead of just a tail.
Actually, now that she thought about it...
Do I have a tail?
The girl slowly turned back, and to her surprising joy, she did in fact have a tail: it was long, yet thin, covered in scales and ending on a spiked tip.
I don't know why, but knowing that I have one of these makes me so happy!
"Setsuna! You're gonna be late for school!"
That was the voice of Midoriya's Mom, Inko Midoriya. And "Setsuna" was the name of the girl he now... possessed? Inhabitted? Existed within?
Basically, Izuku was Setsuna now.
"Coming!" Setsuna exclaimed. "I'll be ready in a minute!"
"Hurry up! You don't want to be late on your first day at U.A., do you?!"
Setsuna had to pause as soon as she stood up. Did she hear her right? Did her Mom just tell her she was going to miss her first day at U.A.? THE U.A.?! She was still barely in middle school a few seconds ago!
Okay, granted, that was Midoriya, but still-
"I'll have to think about it later, for now, I need to get ready. Now, do I have my uniform?"
Wouldn't you know, Setsuna really did have an U.A. uniform. One that fit her rather perfectly, she noticed, as she rode the train to the high school itself. She sat on a lonesome bench, clutching her bag as she took the relatively quiet train ride to think about the situation.
Okay, so from what I have gathered, I used to be Izuku Midoriya, a Quirkless boy who couldn't take it anymore and decided to end his life for a better chance at the next one. Now, I'm Setsuna Midoriya, I have a Quirk called Dullahan, and I'm going to be studying at U.A. to become a pro-heroine.
Setsuna flashed a smile, her eyes beaming with excitement.
This is amazing! Bakugou really was right about this reincarnation thing!
Her smile vanished, and her eyes turned serious.
Now that I think about it, what should I do with Bakugou? Izuku would've thanked him for giving him the idea, and maybe even help him cope with the fact this happened thanks to him, but what would Setsuna do? Would she be happy too? Angry? I didn't see anything in my room that would give me an idea of how Setsuna acts, so what do I do?
It was then that a very important question popped in the girl's mind.
Actually, come to think of it... does Setsuna even know Bakugou?
The train ride came to an abrupt end, and once she looked through her window, Setsuna saw the image of U.A. very close to her reach, prompting her to leave the train in a rush along with the other passengers.
Setsuna sat down on a chair at the auditorium, listening to the principal-some kind of myserious animal-talk about stuff that was honestly just random: his fur, his potential species, and every time he finished one topic, he immediately began another, to the students' increased exasperation.
At least the important stuff had already gotten out of the way: Setsuna was in Class 1-B in the hero course, her homeroom teacher was the blood hero Vlad King, and now came the orientation... or what was supposed to resemble one.
Eventually, something caught her eye: while her group's chairs were all taken, there was another group of chairs nearby, completely empty. She assumed these were the chairs for the other hero course class, Class 1-A, but she didn't get time to ponder about it before the principal finally spoke about important stuff once again:
"Now, without further ado, we'll handle each and every one of you an armband to denominate your class!"
Weird, as far as Izuku knew, no such thing was done by U.A. in his life. Perhaps this new life had more changes than just turning him into a girl. Anyway, the mysterious white creature walked to the students of Class 1-B, and handed each of them a yellow armband with "1-B" marked on it.
The very last one was Setsuna, who he told:
"Welcome to U.A., Setsuna Midoriya. I hope you enjoy the next three years you got here."
Setsuna smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Principal Nezu."
Setsuna's smiled remained as she looked at her armband. Today, was the start of his... no, HER new life, as Setsuna Midoriya. A life that would no doubt make up for the horrible life he used to have.
"Now, Setsuna," the principal spoke as he reached for his back and took out what looked like a second armband. "Here's your special armband as recognition of your recommendation. Wear it with as much pride as the other one, alright?"
Setsuna blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"
"It's a second armband, you wear it on the other arm."
"Yeah, I get that, but why would I wear that?"
"Because you got in through recommendation, silly!"
... Wait, what?!