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Getting reborn was exhausting.
First, you wake up drained and limp, unable to even move your fingers. Then, a swarm of nurses huddle around your bare body, poking and prodding you with all sorts of tests.
Necessary? Sure. Comfortable? Not at all.
You missed the warmth of the womb. Missed the soft pulse of your motherโs heartbeat surrounding you like a lullaby. That safety was gone now, replaced by cold hands, sterile lights, and a room that felt more like a freezer than a birthplace.
Eventually, after what felt like forever, they wrapped you up and handed you overโto your mother.
But not your mother.
Not the one who raised you. Not the one whoโs probably still alive, wondering where you went. Or maybe mourning you. Maybe she never even got that closure. Maybe she still thinks youโre out there, justโฆ missing.
โEmu. Otori Emu. That sounds like a good name, doesnโt it?โ
Your eyes shot open.
Wait. What?
That name. Otori Emu. Bubbly, high-pitched, pastel-loving girl from Project Sekai. Wonderlands x Showtimeโs walking sugar rush.
Were youโฆ in Project Sekai?
That was kind of underwhelming. Not the reincarnation partโyou were oddly cool with thatโbut you had hoped for something a little lessโฆ fluffy. A little more action.
What were you going to do? Dance around in frilly costumes and make balloon animals?
You were still processing when you heard it.
That word.
โSheโs going to have an amazing quirk, I just know it.โ
What.
You tried to speak, but it came out as a wet gurgle.
Your new mother giggled and leaned in, gently booping your nose. โSee? Even Emu agrees! Such a cutie.โ
No, no, no. Hold on a second.
Quirks?
As inโฆย My Hero Academiaย quirks?
Your brain short-circuited. First, you were in Project Sekai, now you were in My Hero Academia too? Did someone mash up the universes while you werenโt looking?
This was a disaster.
And also kind of awesome.
Because Otori Emu wasnโt just some idolโshe was loaded. The heir to Phoenix Wonderland, an entire theme park. That meant influence. Wealth. A reputation people listened to.
And a good reputation meant connections. Ties to people that could shape this world.
Maybe this wouldnโt be so boring after all.
Those thoughts swirled around in your newborn brain, fuzzy and heavy, until the mental strain caught up with you.
Your tiny body gave out.
And just like thatโ
You passed out.