MHA REINCARNATION!

The world swam into focus, not the familiar harsh glare of my dorm room, but the soft, golden light filtering through sheer curtains. I was sprawled on a futon, the unfamiliar texture of tatami matting beneath me. Panic clenched my chest. Where the hell was I?

My eyes darted around the room, taking in the low wooden furniture, posters I didn't recognize, and a volleyball tucked under a desk. It was a Japanese style room. This wasn't my room, or even my world. I was in the body of someone else, someone tall and lanky, very not me. I shot up, a jolt of disorientation hitting me. The name echoed in my head - Kageyama Tobio, the name in the room that was not me and was suddenly me.

I looked at my hands and arms. Definitely not me. As Kageyama Tobio I quickly changed into the school uniform I found in the room and looked at the clock. Shit. I was running late. I had lived several lives, but in none of them was I late, so I had to hurry. I scrambled to the front door, yanked it open, and bolted. It was a blur of unfamiliar streets and buildings, but somehow, I found my way to the school.

The hallways were a cacophony of noise, and everyone looked…different. Then I saw him, sitting by a window, scribbling furiously into a notebook. Short, orange hair, eyes bright with that infuriatingly familiar energy. But it was the pen, the silver, engraved All Might pen, that sent a volcanic shock through me. That pen was a relic from another life. There was only one person who owned that pen.

"DEKU!" I roared, my voice echoing through the hallway.

The orange-haired kid's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. He stared at me, his mouth falling open. "K-Kacchan?" he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.

This wasn't just Hinata. It was Deku. He was here, in this bizarre new world, and he was still as much of a damn dweeb as ever. I scoffed.

"So, you got dragged into this shitshow too, huh?" I growled, my voice still rough with the remnants of my past life as Bakugo.

His eyes widened as if he didn't hear me right. "Kacchan? You're…you're here? How?"

"Does it matter, dumbass?" I snapped, a smirk playing on my lips. So, even in a world of spiky-haired morons and volleyball, some things were constant.

We walked to class together, a strange sort of camaraderie blossoming between us. As we sat down, I saw the other students glancing between us with bewildered looks. I ignored them, pulling out my books. Exam week. Great. I didn't remember having to study much, I was always naturally excellent.

The test was, as expected, insultingly easy. The formulas, the theories, the whole damn thing was simple. I finished quickly, shoving the paper towards the teacher. Deku, surprising me, did the same, his eyes sparkling with something that wasn't just determination. He always had that look when he was learning new things.

When we walked into the gym after school, the faces of our "teammates" were nothing short of comical. I didn't care, but I had to admit it was funny.

"Did…did you two actually pass?" One of them asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yeah, what about it?" I huffed, crossing my arms.

"You…you got top scores." The other said, reading from the paper.

I rolled my eyes, muttering, "Simple test, what did you expect?"

We practiced, me, as a setter, and him, as his usual energetic self. My movements were still a little stiff, but the muscle memory of another life was quickly taking over. I glanced at Deku, who was huddled over a notebook, the same one he was scribbling in earlier. I snatched it from his hands, ignoring his protests.

Instead of hero notes, it was filled with volleyball plays, strategies and other shit I didn't understand. But it was still Deku. Always the nerd. A surge of something akin to fondness washed over me. Maybe this wasn't so bad, this new life. Maybe here, we could just be us.

Daichi, the team captain, interrupted my thoughts. "We have a practice match against Nekoma next week," he announced, a serious glint in his eyes. "We need to be ready."

A smirk twisted my lips. "Bring it on."

The next days were a blur of drills, spikes, and serves. I pushed myself and this version of me, forcing him into shape and learning this new position. Deku did the same, his movements sharper, more precise. We worked together, our movements fluid and in sync, just like in our past life. I would set, he would spike, and we would go on and on until exhaustion set in. I was good at this. We both were.

We were like two pieces of a puzzle that just fit together. Maybe, just maybe, this new world wouldn't be too bad after all. Maybe it was a place where we could find our harmony as well as our challenge, not as heroes, but as a team, and…maybe, just maybe, as friends.