NAGATO IN MHA

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what she felt the first time she opened her eyes.

What was this place?

All around him was trash. Looking around he seemed to be in a trash can. Gaping his head out he saw that this trash can was inside a dark and dirty alley.

*Humming.....

Her head buzzed, inviting the dizziness that hit her brain. Tumbling backwards in pain he fell back into the trash can until the lid fell off. Brak!

In the darkness a flash of memory entered his head.

What was it?

A random memory

. Deducing from that memory he knew that this body belonged to an eight-year-old boy named Nagato. And according to Nagato's memories this was a world where eighty percent of humanity had a quirk.

Quirk, this word sounded familiar. Ah!, isn't the word quirk part of the story of boku no hero academia?.

What does this mean? It means that she entered the world of the anime boku no hero academia?. No, this must be a dream, she clearly remembered that she only slept late after doing the assignment. Remembering the assignment, she remembered the fierce teacher who gave the assignment.

It's bad, if the assignment is collected late, it will be subject to additional assignments.

It's okay to submit the second assignment. First he had to wake up from this dream first. He still believed that this was just a dream, a sleeping flower. Maybe this dream happened because he accidentally participated in watching this anime with his roommate.

*Squeak.. squeak. squeak

Ah

!!, rat!

She immediately jumped out of the trash can while stroking her chest. Ok, getting up comes second first. First priority now is to find a better place first.

As he was about to walk, his head was again stung by pain followed by a blurry memory. A man and woman were arguing and then there were many glass bottles, but the faces of the two people were blurry. He could not observe clearly. It was like a silent movie There was no sound she could hear.

What kind of memory is this?, Is this Nagato's parents?, it seems like they are not a harmonious family. He thought as he walked out of the dark alley.

Passing by a row of trash bins lined up, she saw many glass bottles of liquor. Uhk, every time she saw a glass bottle the memory flashed back in her head followed by a stinging pain.

"I'd better start avoiding glass bottles like that. Looking back at those memories makes my head hurt." She tried not to look at the glass bottles around her until her eyes caught the shards of the mirror beside the trash can.

"What does Nagato look like?" Out of curiosity she looked at the dirty broken mirror.

It was!!!...

Red-haired with long bangs covering his eyes.

He recognized this boy's face. Isn't this Nagato in the Naruto series?!. How did it go from Naruto anime to boku no hero anime?!.

Wait first one way to prove whether this Nagato is the same as Nagato in the Naruto series. In the Naruto series, Nagato has rinegan eyes implanted by Uchiha Madara. If only Nagato here has the same eyes, ... then fix, he can't comment anymore.

He ruffled Nagato's hair-the body he was wearing-until his entire face was revealed. A pale white face with sunken cheeks was before him. Both eyes were a transparent red color, like a ruby.

Huh... He let out a sigh of relief. Wait a minute it seemed like she saw something. His left eye changed color, it blackened completely then white circles appeared around the retina one by one. In the reflection of the mirror Nagato's mouth gaped.

It was rinegan, Nagato here really had rinegan in his left eye.

Geez, he was completely out of words. This was the most absurd dream he had ever had. He had to wake up from this dream, he didn't want to follow up on this absurd dream.

She pinched her cheek. It hurt, but nothing happened other than the pain on her cheek. She then slapped her other cheek, nothing happened again.

No, no way, can't I wake up from this dream?. Her mind began to panic. This is just a dream, this isn't reality. The sound of plaque! plaque! plaque!, kept echoing in the dark alley.

Until he got tired of moving his hands. She saw Nagato's face in front of her-she was still looking at herself-both cheeks were red with handprints. There were tears flowing from his eyes of different colors.

He cried but no sound came out. Silence. Nagato-or herself-gripped her throat. She wanted to scream out all her emotions and despair, but still no sound came out of her mouth.

He now realized that he had been silent all along. She had only been talking in her mind. No words came out of his mouth. Apparently Nagato here is also mute.

He squatted in front of the mirror. Staring at the body that was now his. Nagato in the mirror's reflection looked, well... messed up. Messy hair, dirty clothes, his body looked thin and dry. Pale face and sunken cheeks. Really looked like a neglected child.

He, Nagato looked into his own eyes. Two different colors. Hem,... he smiled. He came to look like one of the characters in this world, Todoroki Shoto.

Staring into her left eye, Nagato felt uncomfortable. Her eyes were like magnets, too attractive to be noticed. He pulled his bangs up to cover his left eye. This is better. Then he buried his head in his knees. Started lamenting the fate of being stranded in this world as Nagato.

....

"Oi, little boy. Are you still alive?" Nagato heard a voice from above his head. Looking up, he saw a teenage boy carrying a shabby guitar standing tall.

"Are you deaf?" Nagato shook his head blankly. He was still in bemoaning fate mode. "Are you foraging for food here? I suggest you don't, you're better off looking in the trash can in the alley over there. Every day there is new garbage being thrown out. It's better there than here."

Nagato's eyes twitched at her suggestion. He chose to ignore it.

Not getting an answer, the teenager looked back. "Did you hear me? You're not deaf, right? It'll be hard to live here if you're deaf." Nagato looked at the teenager who walked while backing away. Then looked at his eyes that clearly asked for an answer.

Nagato thought for a while. Without stationery it would be difficult to communicate, he couldn't use sign language either. Even if he could, it was not certain that the teenager in front of him also understood what he meant.

Nagato then grasped his neck while shaking his head, he also pointed to his mouth while shaking his head. The teenager tilted his head, it was obvious that his face showed that he didn't understand. Not long afterward his eyes lit up as if he had found an answer.

In his mind Nagato was amused. The teen's face was really expressive. The teenager showed everything he was thinking on his face.

"Ah!... You can't speak, then you're a mute. Then how do you communicate with others?" That's a tough question. Nagato scratched his hair. That's when he saw the hand that was holding the teenager's guitar.

Nagato pointed at the teenager's hand.

"My hand, why?" The teenager brought his hand in front of Nagato. Nagato immediately wrote down, "I can write."

"Oh! So this is how you communicate. Then my name is Ryosuke, greetings."

"Nagato." Nagato wrote.

"Hem? You don't have a last name."

"Neither do you." Nagato wrote back.

"Haha, looks like if you could talk. You'd have a sharp tongue, huh? I don't have a last name because I used to be an orphanage kid. How about you Nagato?" The teenager was still walking backwards with his hand still in Nagato's.

"I don't remember my last name. Some of my memories are missing." Nagato wrote. He didn't know Nagato's last name in this world. His memory was also fragmented. If it was Nagato in the Naruto world, he knew his last name.

"Partial memory loss?. I've never heard of it before." Ryosuke's eyes staring at the sky seemed to be thinking. This guy walks without ever looking. Nagato looked at the teenager in front of him who was looking up without caring about the road he was walking on.

"You said you were from the orphanage. Why did you end up here? Doesn't anyone want to adopt you?" Nagato wrote again.

"Well, about that you guessed partially right Nagato. My classmates have all been adopted. There are also those who managed to make their own business successful. Yeah,... I'm probably the saddest of all haha, maybe it's because my quirk isn't very useful so no one looks at me." Nagato watched Ryosuke tell his life story without a care as if he was telling someone else's biography.

"Indeed what is your quirk?" Nagato wrote back.

"My quirk, it's not very useful. Sound System. I can adjust the size of my voice and the sound around me. From high to low pitch. Well, it's just like its name." Ryosuke smiled revealing childish-looking canines.

"Is that why you became a busker, Ryosuke?" Nagato glanced at the guitar that was always in his hand.

"Hey, don't call me a busker, okay? This happened because none of the agencies had good eyes, so they didn't hire me. Call me a street musician. At least I found a use for my quirk. Even if it's not a successful job." Ryosuke nodded.

Musician he said, Nagato mused.

"We've been talking about me, what about you?" It was obvious that Ryosuke was curious.

I don't think this guy can keep a secret with all his thoughts clearly exposed on his face.

Nagato wrote. "I don't really remember. I woke up in a dumpster with no memory. But I know my name and I'm only eight years old, I don't remember anything else. I don't even remember how I ended up here. The last thing I remember is a couple fight." Yes, except for the common memories in this world, that was all she knew until now.

"Are they your parents?" Ryosuke's face clearly showed the soul of a gossip.

"I don't know, I don't remember their faces." He only got blurry memories without faces and voices. It looks like Nagato here experienced some trauma to want to eliminate the memory.

"You forgot your own parents' faces?" Ryosuke showed a mocking face.

"Aren't you the same?" Nagato wrote, surprised by Ryosuke's behavior.

"Haha, that's because I never saw them from childhood. The caretaker said that I was found in the park near the orphanage. Ok, change something else. What about your quirk?" Ryosuke scratched the back of his head. Nagato looked up to see the teenager who was twice his height.

While thinking Nagato decided to show his eyes first. He flicked his bangs over his left eye. It revealed Rinegan's eyes that sometimes swirled in circles.

Ryosuke stopped walking when he saw Nagato's left eye. "Wow, your eyes really,..... can attract me. I'm like .... getting into a hypnotic illusion, it's cool, and it looks creepy. So what's the ability?" Ryosuke still staring at Rinegan without blinking said blankly.

Seeing Ryosuke's strange silence Nagato immediately closed his left eye. "Eh, why are you closing it? Your eyes are cool!, I like seeing the stars in the night sky along with the galaxy!."

Ok, this is weird. Can Nagato's rinegan here trick people's minds into emptying their brains?

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I don't know what this eye is capable of. When I woke up earlier, this eye just appeared." Yes, she didn't know if the rinegan ability here would be the same as the rinegan in Naruto's world. And she didn't want to take the risk of trying her strength.

"Eh, you don't know? Didn't you say you were eight years old? That should be enough time to research and train since the awakening of your quirk, right?" Ryosuke walked backwards again.

Nagato shook his head. "I don't remember ever practicing with my quirk. But in the future I want to research my quirk. I might be able to remember some things about this quirk."

"Ok, whatever, it's your own quirk." Ryosuke looked back at the sky.

"Can you walk normally?" Nagato wrote.

"What do you mean, I already walk normally." Ryosuke made an annoying face asking to be punched.

"I mean look ahead, what if you trip?" Nagato started to get annoyed.

"I'm from looking ahead anyway. Don't worry, I've memorized the road here. I know where we're going by looking at the road behind you." Ryosuke smiled again showing two canines.

"It's up to you." After writing that Nagato let go of Ryosuke's hand who was still walking backwards.

Not long after, Ryosuke tripped and fell ungracefully. While Nagato just watched Ryosuke's misfortune with a face, none of my business, this guy has nothing to do with me.

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