Haruki Yamada's existence was quieter.
He sat in the second row from the back, beside the window, in Class 2–B of Fukuhashi High — not a prestigious hero school like U.A., just a normal one in Musutafu where students with minor or non–combative quirks ended up.
No one ever looked at him.
No one ever remembered he was there.
Expect when he spoke.
"Present" Haruki said, voice flat as the teacher took a roll call.
"Ah, Haruki... Right" Mr. Aizto muttered his name down. A second later his eyes glazed over. The teacher scanned the classroom again frowning slightly."Wait, wasn't I missing one student?"
"Haruki" a girl's voice chirped.
Mika Tanabe
The only one who always remembered him.
"There" she pointed, smiling."He's sitting right there, second from the back. As usual."
"Oh,right.thank you, Tanabe." The teacher blinked, then quickly moved on.
Haruki stared out the window as the class droned on, already fading from everyone's minds again.
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He called it the "pause" — the moment he stopped speaking and ceased to exist in people's awareness. Teacher, classmates, even pro heros walking past him on the street — unless he kept talking, narrating his own presence like some absurd audio guide to his life — he might as well be a ghost.
His quirk was officially labeled
" Imperceptablity" on government records. An "inconvenient mutation–type" quirk. Doctors said it wasn't invisibility, and it wasn't stealth. He was physically there, just... filtered out of perception. So he's basically like ForgetMeNot from marvel's X-Men.
He'd once had a villain bump into him in the middle of a bank robbery, look confused, and walk right past him.
"I guess I'm the perfect civilian," he'd joked to Mika once. "Even crime can't be bother to notice me."
She'd frowned "Or maybe you're the perfect observer."
After school, Haruki wandered the quiet alleys of downtown Musutafu with his camera.
Old shops. Dim neon. Rusted staircases. The parts of the city on one glamorize in hero interviews.
He lifted the lens and click the shutter. A stray cat mid–yawn. A puddle catching the red of a passing hero's boots.
He'd been a photographer in his past life too – he remembered that much.
And he remembered My hero Academia.
The manga, the anime, the hype. He'd died during Chapter 298, didn't even finish reading the manga...
Now, reborn in this world, he knew how everything was supposed to go...
Expect, here he was. Not caught in destiny's spotlight.
Just a boy who disappeared when he stopped talking.