So, you're probably wondering how I got here. It's a long story. Uh, alright, so—my name is Caleb, and that's my brother Calvin. And currently… we're dead. You're probably wondering how we died. Well, it goes something like this:
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FLASHBACK
So, like I said, I'm Caleb—which I'm sure you guys already knew—and I'm 18 years old. I live in Canada. My brother's 20, turning 21 in about a month, and he was driving me to my campus at university.
U of fucking T.
That's right—I'm studying Business Administration at the best school in Canada. Pretty good accomplishment, if I do say so myself.
So yeah, there we were—me and Calvin, just two brothers vibing on the 401. He had one hand on the wheel, the other on his iced coffee, blasting Drake like it was a personal concert. I was half-asleep, head against the window, already dreading my first lecture.
Life was… alright, y'know?
Then it happened.
It was one of those moments that feels like slow motion, even though it all went down in, like, three seconds.
A transport truck in the next lane suddenly swerved—maybe the guy was texting, maybe he fell asleep, maybe fate just decided it had beef with us that day. Calvin swore, jerked the wheel hard to the right, and for a second, I thought we were good.
We weren't.
We clipped the guardrail. Hard. The sound was deafening—metal screaming against metal, glass shattering like someone just dropped a whole chandelier. The airbags exploded in our faces like angry marshmallows. The whole car spun, flipped—twice, maybe three times. I couldn't tell. It was like being in a washing machine, except louder. And deadlier.
Then—silence.
Not peaceful silence. That eerie, ringing kind, where everything feels too still. Like the world held its breath.
I remember looking over at Calvin. His head was leaning against the seat, eyes closed. There was blood. A lot of it. I think I said his name, or maybe just thought it. Then… nothing. Darkness. And now? Well, now we're here. Dead. Yup. Two brothers, taken out by a rogue truck and a bad turn. Kinda poetic, if you squint at it. But I'm not telling you this to make you sad. I'm telling you because this is where the story starts—not ends.
Cut to: Some weird, endless white void.
Right now, we're standing in front of this white guy with no face—just a mouth—offering us a choice: Get reincarnated… or die. "You two had quite the untimely death," God said. "Well, we didn't exactly plan this. Truck-kun sorta acted on his own," Calvin replied, sarcastic as ever. "But that's why I have a proposition for you two," God continued.
"Behold… the Wheel of Reincarnation."
And just like that, He pulled out a massive fucking wheel—with multiple worlds on it. Some I recognized immediately. Some looked… terrifying. Me and my brother both gulped hard when we saw the Attack on Titan section. Pure fear. God went on: "So, what do you pick—death or reincarnation?"
I looked at my brother. He looked at me. "We choose reincarnation," we said in unison. "Alright then. Let's spin the Wheel of Reincarnation." As the wheel spun—faster and faster—me and my brother stared at it in absolute terror. It spun and spun, clicking past worlds that could've been literal nightmares. Then it stopped. My Hero Academia. We both let out a huge sigh of relief.
Now before I let you guys off what powers would you like to receive I immediately blurt out, "Tori Tori No Mi." At the exact same time, Calvin goes, "Mera Mera No Mi." We both stop. Blink. Turn to stare at each other. "What?" I say. "What?" he says back. Then we both say, "That's terrible together."
Cue the arguing.
"Bro, Tori Tori means flight, transformation, even phoenix powers," I said, throwing a hand up like it was obvious. "Utility and style." Calvin rolled his eyes. "Mera sounds cooler. And you know I'm more of a fire guy. You? I'd probably burn your eyebrows off." "Fire is so basic though," I shot back. "Everyone and their mom has a fire Quirk. Half of U.A. could roast marshmallows with their bare hands."
"Yeah? And half of U.A. can't fly," he said, smirking. "What, you gonna go full pigeon hero?" "More like hawk, thank you very much." He leaned forward, grinning. "Yeah, well, I'm trying to go full Endeavor mode while you're out here trying to be Big Bird." A loud cough echoed, making us both pause. God, yes, actual God, cleared His throat. "Ahem. You know," He said casually, "you don't have to pick now. The Quirks can manifest randomly or align with your personalities upon reincarnation. Fate and all that."
We glanced at each other. Then, at the exact same time, we said, "Nah, we're picking."
God cleared His throat—loudly and dramatically, like He was prepping for a Broadway monologue. "Okay, okay—before I reincarnate you and hand over your Quirks, we need to set some ground rules." Calvin and I exchanged a look. Uh-oh. Here it comes.
"First of all…" God pointed toward Calvin. "You can't be a Logia." Calvin's jaw dropped. "What? That's unfair!" "Nah," God said, shaking His head. "It's balance. You try putting a full-blown fire Logia into My Hero Academia? You'd solo half the cast by age seven." "Aww," I said, grinning, "poor Calvin can't be invincible. Boohoo." "Shut up, Chicken Man." God raised a hand to silence the bickering. "But here's what I will do. You'll get something like Katakuri's power. You won't be pure fire, but you'll be made of fire. Think: advanced control. You'll be able to open parts of your body to avoid damage if you react fast enough." Calvin arched an eyebrow. "So… no pure intangibility and being a god?" "Correct," God said. "No Logia-style nonsense. But you can still punch holes through people with fire fists and tank hits like a champ—if you train." "Damn," I muttered, slightly impressed. "That actually sounds cool." Calvin grinned. "Yeah… I can work with that."
God turned to me. "As for you, Bird Boy—your Quirk's going to be on a slow burn. You won't get full phoenix mode right away. You'll start with being able to take on a partial transformation. First talons, then wings and then you can take on the full transformation, but the blue fire will still be usable with all of them I smirked. "Hey, as long as I can flex wings in front of people and make dramatic landings, I'm good." "Flex wings?" Calvin scoffed. "Man, you're not a hero, you're an Instagram filter." "Says the guy who wanted to become Prince Zuko."
God rubbed His temples like a tired teacher. "Okay, that's enough. You two are getting dropped into Musutafu as babies. You'll have your memories, and—just to make things more interesting—you'll be twins." "WAIT WHAT" me and Calvin said in unison