There are many ways to die in this world.
Car accidents, illness, old age, or even slipping on a banana peel if you're really unlucky.
Me?
I died because God hit the wrong button.
Literally.
I was on my way home from school one rainy afternoon, minding my own business, when a truck came out of nowhere. Or so I thought.
Next thing I knew, I woke up in some bright, endless white room with a guy in a sparkling white suit flipping through papers like an overworked salaryman.
"Ah… crap," the man muttered, looking at his clipboard.
"Um… where am I?" I asked, feeling strangely calm for someone who had apparently just died.
The man froze, glanced at me, then cleared his throat. "Right, so… funny story. You weren't actually supposed to die."
"Huh?"
"There was a mix-up in the system. You see, it was supposed to be the old guy standing next to you at the crosswalk." He gave me an awkward smile. "My bad."
I blinked. "So… I died because of a paperwork error?"
"Yep. Classic divine oopsie."
He chuckled, like it was no big deal.
I wanted to be mad, but honestly, what could I even say to that?
He looked genuinely embarrassed.
"Anyway, to make it up to you, I'll reincarnate you in a new world. You get to pick a bonus ability too."
"A new world?" I tilted my head.
He grinned. "You like anime, right? Ever heard of My Hero Academia?"
"No way."
"Way."
I stared at him. Was this real?
Was I about to get isekai'd into a world full of superpowered people? And I get a bonus power too?
"Okay, so what kind of power—"
Before I finished the sentence, he snapped his fingers and a glowing fruit appeared between us. A swirly, blue pineapple-looking thing.
"The Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Phoenix. From another world's pirate anime. Mythical Zoan-type. Lets you turn into a phoenix and heal from almost anything. Sound good?"
Was that even a question!?
"Yeah! Gimme!"
The man laughed and tossed it toward me. "Good luck, kid. Try not to die again."
The world around me faded to white.
**
When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a small bedroom in what looked like a normal Japanese apartment. I ran to the mirror.
Fourteen years old.
Black hair.
Regular face.
Still me — just a little younger.
On the desk, a school uniform lay folded. The name tag read Aldera Junior High.
"Wait a minute… isn't this the school Bakugo and Deku went to?"
It was official. I was in My Hero Academia.
And with the Tori Tori no Mi in my soul, too.
I could feel it — a strange, warm energy sitting inside my chest.
I grinned. "Alright, new life, let's go."
**
A few days later, I started school.
Aldera Junior High was exactly like I expected: noisy, chaotic, and full of Quirk show-offs. Every lunch break was a flex contest. Kids pulling fire from their hands, stretching their necks, growing spikes.
I kept my head down. I didn't need attention.
When people asked what my Quirk was, I told them it was called Bluefire Regeneration. I figured if I ever had to use my phoenix flames, I could pass them off as some weird fire healing Quirk.
Easy.
What I didn't expect… was for a few delinquents to corner me behind the school gym one afternoon.
"Hey, new kid. Let's see what you got."
There were four of them. Bigger than me. Grinning like idiots.
I panicked. I didn't even think.
I turned into my half-phoenix form — wings of blue flame bursting from my back, my wounds from a punch already closing up.
They screamed and ran for their lives.
Problem solved, right?
Wrong.
The next day, three other kids approached me.
A short guy with wild hair, a gloomy girl with piercings, and a bulky dude with a square jaw.
They bowed.
"Boss, we saw your fight yesterday. That was amazing. Please let us join your villain group!"
"...Huh?"
Just like that, I somehow became the leader of a tiny villain group.
I didn't correct them.
Why?
Because they started buying me snacks.
And so, my ridiculous second life began.
A 14-year-old student at Aldera by day… and an accidental villain boss by night.