A New World Unfolds

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I found myself taking in every detail of my surroundings. The vibrant colors, the shapes, the textures – everything was so much more vivid than before. I was still in my baby seat, but now I could see the intricate patterns on the wallpaper, the way the light danced through the blinds, and the soft, fluffy carpet beneath my parents' feet. Where was I? I wondered. The city outside the window looked unfamiliar, yet somehow... Japanese. I had heard the language before, but I couldn't quite place it. Was I in Tokyo? Osaka? Somewhere else entirely? And when was I? The conversation I overheard in the doctor's office had mentioned a quirk, something that seemed to be a part of everyday life here. But what year was it? Was All Might still the Symbol of Peace? Had Izuku Midoriya, the boy from my favorite anime, been born yet? Had the events of the series already begun? The questions swirled in my mind as I gazed out at the world. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation. What was happening in this world? Was it at peace, or was there still conflict brewing? As my parents strapped me into a stroller and took me outside, I craned my little neck to take it all in. The sights, the sounds, the smells – everything was so overwhelming, yet exhilarating. They smiled at me, proud of my "outstanding sense of awareness," as they called it. I guess I was a gifted child, in a way. Every time we went out, I scanned the crowds, searching for a glimpse of something familiar. A hero in a colorful costume? A student from U.A. High School? Someone, anyone, who could confirm that this was really happening. But for now, I was stuck in this baby's body, unable to ask questions or interact with the world in any meaningful way. I could only observe, and wait. As the days passed, I found myself growing more and more restless. I needed proof, one last confirmation that this wasn't just a dream. That All Might, Deku, and the others were real, and that I was truly a part of this world. My parents seemed happy, content even, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was meant for something more. I longed to meet someone from the main story, to anchor myself to reality and find a sense of purpose. But what if it was terrifying? What if I couldn't handle the truth? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the excitement that coursed through my veins. As the sun began to set on another day, I closed my eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation. I would have to wait, it seemed, until I was two years old to find that final confirmation. And when I did, everything would change. I could feel it. The darkness was almost comforting, a reminder that I was safe, for now. But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder: what would tomorrow bring?