MHA: Beginning in Other Worlds with the Power to Rewrite History

In the orphanage courtyard, the children's shouts echoed as they ran and played with carefree joy. However, in a secluded corner, Yuto remained on the sidelines, completely detached from the commotion. With his gaze fixed on the ground, his arms moved up and down in a steady rhythm as he did push-ups. Three days had passed since he returned to the past, time he had spent adjusting to his new routine.

Yuto still didn't fully master time travel, but he had learned something crucial: how to prevent it from activating unintentionally. Even so, he hadn't experienced another time jump since then. Not because he didn't want to, but out of caution. The fear of ending up in a place he couldn't return from—or worse, a place where he wouldn't have time to react—kept him on edge. He knew these jumps weren't something to take lightly. He'd seen enough movies about time travel to understand how risky it could be.

Instead of taking risks, he decided to focus on the only thing he could control: his body. Although he didn't have any special powers, he was born with remarkable physical strength for his age. At just eight years old, he had the strength of a teenager. In the previous loop, he never paid much attention to it. He had always thought that there was no point in putting in effort if he could never match children with extraordinary abilities. What was the point of being strong if someone could defeat him with a single touch or an absurd power like sticky hair?

But this time, it was different. Yuto could no longer afford to fall behind. He had a clear goal: to fix the future, change what was to come, and create a world where he no longer had to worry. To achieve this, he couldn't remain the same weak and inexperienced boy.

Yuto stood up, finishing his push-ups, and wiped the sweat from his face. He looked at his backpack, filled with stones he had deliberately placed to add weight. Without hesitation, he slung it onto his back. The weight was uncomfortable, but nothing would stop him now.

He began running around the courtyard, repeating a routine he wasn't used to doing. Yuto had never been one for exercising in his past life, and in the orphanage, where they had no access to the internet, he could only rely on what he had seen in anime.

As he ran, Yuto could feel the gazes of the children, some mocking, others curious. He was already used to them. In his previous loop, the situation hadn't been much different. After being diagnosed as someone without a gift, the other children lost interest in him. Most preferred to keep their distance, and he didn't make any efforts to approach. He didn't see the point in forming friendships with those he still considered children.

Yuto kept running, doing jumps, then moved on to sit-ups, push-ups, and stretching. The afternoon passed, but he didn't stop for a moment. Until the sun began to set, coloring the sky with a soft orange hue. Finally, the orphanage caretakers began calling the children to come inside. Yuto, exhausted but satisfied with his effort, stopped his routine and headed toward the interior of the orphanage.

Inside, the orphanage's routine never changed: day after day of the same. After a quick shower, Yuto went to the table where the other children were already eating. The food, as always, was bland. The rice was tasteless, the vegetables tough, and the meat, if it could even be called that, barely had any flavor. Despite his fatigue, he couldn't help but wrinkle his face when he took a bite.

He finished his meal in silence and headed to the room he shared with four other children. Despite the discomfort of sharing the space, he was already used to it. The beds were narrow, with thin mattresses that barely offered comfort, and each child had a small chest at the foot of the bed to store their few belongings. The dim lighting from the flickering lightbulb made everything feel even more oppressive.

Upon entering, Yuto noticed that the other children were already there, talking in whispers or sorting through their things. One of them, Akira, looked at him curiously.

"Why so tired?" Akira asked, leaning toward him from his bed with a mocking smile. "Training to become a hero? You know you don't have a gift, why even try?"

Yuto avoided looking at him and sat on his bed, carefully taking out his backpack. He had already removed the stones before entering the orphanage, so there was nothing to hide, but the act of checking his things helped him ignore the comments.

But Akira didn't stop. He got out of his bed, this time with an even more mocking smile. He took a few steps toward him, as if he was determined to keep looking for a reaction.

"You're so useless," Akira said in a venomous tone. "No family is going to come pick you up, because they know you don't have a gift. You know? I'm lucky. I already have a family waiting for me. They're coming to pick me up in a week."

Akira watched him, waiting for a reaction, but when he saw that Yuto didn't move an inch, his smile faded. He groaned, frustrated, and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, you're so boring," he muttered, turning around and going back to his bed.

A few minutes later, the caretakers came through the room to make sure everyone was in their beds. The main lights were turned off, leaving only the dim emergency light that cast long, strange shadows on the walls. Yuto lay down on his back, staring at the ceiling and listening to the breathing of the others.

His thoughts once again turned to the future he was trying to avoid. How much time did he have before everything fell apart again? He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the tension in his body still exhausted from training. Changing the future sounded easier said than done. If he didn't even know why everything had changed, there wasn't much he could do.

The memory of Iida's body with his chest caved in brought him back. Maybe that was it. In the previous loop, he had already moved out of Japan before the plot began, so he hadn't paid attention to the news happening in the country. Also, with the little money he had, he didn't buy a television. The only global news was the battle between All Might and All For One; the battle was just like in the anime. There were also news about several heroes from Japan dying, but Yuto didn't remember if they were supposed to die like in the anime. Shigaraki turning Japan into his playground and the final battle between Shigaraki and Midoriya, with the latter's death. Those are the news Yuto remembered from the previous loop. If he hadn't seen Iida's body, Yuto would think things only changed when Midoriya lost, but it seems it was much earlier.

Yuto turned in his bed, letting sleep gradually consume him. "I guess I'll have to enroll in UA to get the answers," he murmured quietly.

If he wanted to change the future, he had to know how the events that marked him started, and UA was the epicenter of it all.

"Well, I guess only until I fix it," he told himself, hoping that once he fulfilled his purpose, he could walk away from that life. With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and let sleep take over.

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...

The next day, Yuto followed the same training routine, but this time he finished earlier. Why? Because he had something in mind.

He glanced at the children playing in the yard. They were completely distracted, which meant he wouldn't draw attention if he decided to leave. He walked slowly to the edge of the yard and looked at the wall surrounding the orphanage. It was a simple structure, with flimsy metal bars rising between the trees.

Without thinking twice, he slipped through the bars with agility and entered the forest that extended beyond the orphanage. Once he felt far enough, he stopped and placed a hand on his chin, thinking about what he was about to do.

Yuto had decided to train his time jumps. Of course, he didn't plan to make big jumps just yet. As he had mentioned before, he didn't want to risk doing something he couldn't control. So his plan was to make small jumps, no more than three seconds. Something manageable, but that would allow him to test if he really had control over the ability.

The only problem was that he didn't know how the jumps worked. He had traveled through time before, but none of those jumps were by his own decision. He didn't want to end up in the Cretaceous period or a thousand years in the future. He needed to figure out how to move just three seconds ahead.

Yuto sat in a lotus position, trying to meditate, or at least he thought he was doing that. He closed his eyes and looked inside himself, hoping to feel the ki, a core, or something that would guide him. He stayed like this for 10 minutes. But all he felt was that he was making a fool of himself. He crossed his arms, frustrated.

"Maybe it doesn't work that way," he thought. After all, he had activated the jumps unconsciously, without needing to focus. But the problem was that if he followed that path, he wouldn't know where he would end up.

Yuto sighed, opening his eyes and looking at the ground. He had been trying to think too much about it, but maybe the key was simpler than he thought. He didn't need to force his concentration.

He remembered the first time he activated the jump. The stress, the fear, the desperation... and above all, the deep desire to change everything. It was in that moment, unintentionally, that his power emerged. It wasn't through concentration, but through the urgent need to escape.

Yuto got up from the ground and walked a few steps, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist tightly, focusing on that feeling he remembered from his previous jumps. Then he felt it: a tug that ran through his whole body, as if something were pulling him from within.

"It's working," he thought, holding back his excitement. He just hoped he wouldn't end up too far.

His body distorted for an instant, as if it were fading into the air. And in the blink of an eye, Yuto vanished from the spot.

When the tug disappeared, he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around, somewhat confused. He was in the same place. He looked at the sky, which still seemed to be at sunset. "Maybe I traveled a second into the future?" he murmured, though he couldn't be sure.

He sighed. "Better get back to the orphanage before the caretakers suspect I'm out," he thought as he turned to return. However, before taking the first step, something stopped him. There, on the ground, exactly where he had been sitting, he saw someone in a lotus position, with their eyes closed.

The surprise froze him. It was himself.

Yuto's eyes widened as he tried to process what he was seeing. But his instincts acted first. Without thinking, he crouched down and hid behind some nearby bushes, trying to make as little noise as possible. Luckily, the rustling of the leaves moved by the wind and the sounds of the forest seemed to cover any movement that might give him away.

From his hiding spot, Yuto watched his double. "What the hell is going on?" he thought, feeling a mix of fascination and fear.

It didn't take him long to understand the situation. Having watched so many time travel movies gave him a clear idea of what was happening. "Damn it, I didn't want to time travel like this," he thought, gritting his teeth as he stayed hidden behind the bush.

When he first activated his time jumps, he had assumed it would just move his consciousness into his "past self's" body, as if he were displacing his mind. But now that he thought about it more clearly, the first jumps had taken him to moments and places he'd never been. That could only mean one thing: his version of that moment still existed.

"Ugh, this is so confusing," he muttered to himself as he rubbed his forehead, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts.

He looked again at his double, who was still motionless in the lotus position. Yuto knew approaching would be a disaster. If movies were right, interacting with your past self could cause paradoxes or even... the destruction of the universe? "That sounds too dramatic, but I'd better not risk it," he thought.

However, he couldn't stay there forever. His "other self" would eventually open his eyes, and then he'd be in trouble. "I need to get out of here before he sees me. But how?" He put his hand on his chest, trying to feel the same tug that had brought him there.

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and tried to focus, but this time, nothing happened. The tug didn't respond to his will.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically.

From his hiding spot, Yuto watched his double stand up, cross his arms, and sigh deeply, with a clear expression of frustration on his face. He saw him walk a few steps, stopping halfway down the path, as if reflecting on something. Then, suddenly, his body distorted and disappeared into the air, exactly like it had happened to Yuto minutes before.

Yuto slowly came out from behind the bush, still processing what he had just witnessed. He looked at the empty spot where his double had been moments before. "Wait... does that mean that before I left, there was already a version of me from a few minutes in the future?" he murmured to himself as he tried to piece things together. "What a confusing mess."

He scratched his head, feeling how his brain struggled not to melt with all the time paradoxes. But in the end, he decided not to dwell on it for now. "If I keep thinking about this, I'm going to go crazy," he told himself with a deep sigh.

He shrugged and started walking back to the orphanage. He'd had enough time travel for one day.