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Voices, I could hear someone talking. “It´s alright sweety, mommy is here,” I heard a female voice say. I opened my eyes and everything was huge. Or was I just small? I noticed a woman holding me. Jup I’m just small. “Mommy is here,” she said sweetly. “What about his father?” another voice asked. “He is not in the picture, and we don’t need that bastard anyways. All I need is my little angel,” the woman who was holding me said.
Oh only if she knew. This was my new beginning after I died in my last life. I lived a full life. At the age of 21, I was told that my heart would not hold out, they gave me 5 years. From that day onwards I lived a life with no regrets, I did the things I wanted, I partied. I spent a lot of time with my parents and siblings. Making a lot of happy memories with them. I wanted them to remember the good things. So when I went for my yearly checkup and the doctor told me I had 3 months left I packed my bags and I made what I believed to be, the last journey of my life. I grabbed my husband and told him. I told him that these last 3 months would be happy months, no tears, no regrets and I made him promise me that he would move on. That he would be happy. We went to all the places we wanted to visit together. The last day of my life I spent in Spain, Pueblos Blancos to be precise. I went to sleep and in the morning at sunrise, I woke up with a pain in my chest. I went to the windows and called room service, I told them what was happening and I asked them to make sure that my husband wouldn’t be alone. After that phone call, the pain became worse and I died looking at the sunrise. Wishing to see this again someday. And I dropped dead. I died at 8:20 happy with the last few years of my life.
I had wished to see the sunrise again, to see a clear night sky and the sunset, but I never wished to be reborn. Not with all my memories. So I cried. I cried for the life I would never get to return to. After all, Ito Rowan was gone. I left my husband Ito Hirito all alone. I left my family behind. Everything I knew was gone so I allowed myself to cry. “aw the little guy must be hungry,” the other voice in the room said. Before I knew it I got a boob shoved into my mouth.
Now I’m gonna be honest. I never liked the idea, I am gay for god's sake. But right now I’m a baby and babies need milk and apparently, this woman never heard of a bottle. What have I done to deserve to be in this situation? There are a few things I need to figure out, like where am I? what year is it? And am I still in my reality or am I in an alternate universe?
They are speaking Japanese which means I’m at least back in Japan. The region is still unknown but I’ll figure it out soon enough. Maybe this woman that appears to have given birth to me is one of those people that tells their babies everything. I was wrong in that but hey I know very little about women and girls, never needing to understand them past my own mother and sister, and trust me when I tell you that they aren’t women they are demons who crawled out of the depths of hell and decided that I was family. Though I guess my whole family must be the spawn of satan seeing how messed up we could be.
Now that I think about it my husband was scared of them and even told me that I could be terrifying myself. He said something about sunshine people and not getting them angry? I don’t remember very well. That’s beside the point. The point is, is that I have no idea how women behave. “Alright, Inko as much as I love having you over the appointment with the doctor is within an hour and I need to get the little guy ready. I’ll be over at your apartment to help you with the nursery after that, alright?” the woman holding me said.
Wait
Inko? I turn my head to look at her. And yes, that is Inko fucking Midoriya. Fuck. I’m in my hero academy, aren’t I? welp, I’m screwed. How the fuck did this happen? I remember Hirito being a huge fan of the anime, which meant that I had to watch it with him. The whole 18 times he wanted to rewatch it. I can’t remember everything but that won’t be important anyways. As long as I remember the main storyline then I should be fine. I hope.
I’m fucked, aren’t I?
Okay I need some sort of plan. I look up at the woman who still has her boob in my mouth. She has black hair and blue eyes. Thank god it isn’t Bakugou Mitsuki. She is a queen but no way in hell can I survive a childhood being raised by her. If my ‘mother’ knows Inko then it is most likely she knows the Bakugou’s. “Alright let’s get you ready buddy,” my ‘mother’ says. She finally took the horrendous milk tank that we call boobs out of my mouth and began to walk through the house. “While me, auntie Inko and auntie Mitsuki are bussy with the nursery you will look after little Katsuki. You two can play together and have fun,” She started to talk.
Great.
She is one of those crazy woman that tell everything to their child.
This is gonna be a long first year.