MHA : I Just Wanted To Go Home, But I became The Strongest Hero
Hi. My name is Adam Al Hantakour. Fifteen years old. Moroccan. Professional procrastinator, part-time anime addict, full-time disappointment. I was asleep in the living room as usual… and woke up half-buried in sand on some Japanese, junk-infested beach.
My first thought?
“I was kidnaped by Japanese Jinn!”
But nope.
Turns out… I somehow spawned in the world of My Hero Academia,
AND on the exact same beach where Midoriya trained.
Yeah. That one. The mountain-of-trash one.
I had no money.
No passport.
No Japanese.
And absolutely NO idea how to get home.
My mom and sisters…
they must be going crazy looking for me.
Fortunately, despite being from Morocco, a so-called third-rate country, I still got a Golden Finger.
[HERO SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
The plan is simple: First Survive! Do Heroic Feats. Get Rewards, Become Strong, and Go Home.
So yeah. Apparently, the only way back to my world…is to become stupidly strong.
Strong enough to uncover the truth behind this isekai nonsense. And the fastest path?
Become a hero. A real one. No faking. No running. No hiding in freezers. (We’re… not talking about that yet.)
This is my story. The story of a boy who has to face villains, quirks, trauma, school, AND his own flaws and sins…
My name is Adam Al Hantakour.
I didn’t ask to be here.
I didn’t ask to be a hero.
I just… I just want to go home.
But if becoming the strongest hero is the only road back to my family…
Then fine.
I’ll walk it.
I’ll crawl it.
I’ll break myself on it if I have to.
I’m going home.
No matter what this world throws at me.