Prologue

Usually, things like this start with an exposition or something along the lines of "My days started normally..." kind of thing, but I'm just going to cut through the chase. 

I died and reincarnated. It's a bit cliché. A person dies, usually due to getting hit by a vehicle, mostly Trucks, a bad accident, or just plain misfortune of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

They die, and after a while either meet a very bored and powerful being or wake up in another, usually much younger, body. 

I'm the latter of the two. Or maybe I did meet a powerful being after death and they just removed my memories of the event... anyway, there's a high chance of me being reincarnated for some higher being/s' fun.

Or maybe I'm a self-insert protagonist of a fan fiction story? It seemed common enough that it had its own category in my past life, so who's to say I'm not in one? 

Maybe this is the part where the readers comment or post pictures about breaking the fourth wall...

"It's time for breakfast, Yuji-kun..." Ah, there's the usual opening dialogue that cuts off my train of thought. I'm definitely in a fan fiction of some degenerate. 

"Okay, Aiko-nee!" I respond to the hottest caretaker, or matron, in all of Japan. A bit of backstory, Suzuki Aiko, or Aiko Suzuki in Western conventions, is a bonafide MILF. At least, in terms of mannerisms and body type. Unfortunately, she's barren, which means she can't have kids. So, due to being unable to have children of her own, she decided to instead take care of the kids that don't have parents! 

"Mouuu~ Are you going to keep me waiting, Yuji-kun?" I genuinely don't know if she's doing that on purpose... "I'm coming, Aiko-nee!" Well, it does take two to tango, even though I'm a literal four-year-old... Which is fucked now that I think about it... Hopefully, she doesn't mean all these entendres... 

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'Alright, breakfast is done and all chores are finished, it's time for more internal dialogue!' I think cheekily to myself as I sit down underneath a tree in the playground just behind the orphanage.

The world I now call home is a popular anime and manga in my previous one.

My Hero Academia.

A world set in the far future with humans having evolved? to have superpowers called Quirks. The supposed main character is a teenager born without one named something Izuku, I forgot. 

I think the strongest hero, All Might, the buff blonde dude with two large tufts of hair, gives him his Quirk or something like that. 

Yeah, I didn't read or watch the series... 

Anyway, that's all I know in terms of "Metaknowledge". I personally don't care if he gets a Quirk or not since I'm now living here. Butterfly effect and all that. Maybe he'll still be given a Quirk, maybe not, we'll see once I attend U.A. 

What, you thought I wouldn't become a hero? Psssha! Think of the fame, the money, the PRESTIGE! Also, helping people is pretty fun and satisfying... Alright, you got me, I want to use the Quirk I'm getting, okay?! 

Of course, I'm taking the chance of becoming a superhero, being a villain would be a hassle... Though I think the Quirk I'm going to awaken is very well suited for one... 

(MC Appearance)

Yeah... My full name is Itadori Yuji (Yuji Itadori). The main character of the Jujutsu Kaisen series. I don't know how, but I am. I'm for sure going to awaken my Quirk, which is highly likely to be an Innate Cursed Technique or being able to use Cursed Energy. Either is fine, both would be amazing though. 

Oh, did I forget to mention that I'm strong as fuck? Cause I am! I could probably punch down the tree behind me! That's how strong I am as a four-year-old child. I know, crazy, right? Once, having the same name as Itadori Yuji, is happenstance, Twice, looking exactly like Itadori Yuji but as a child, is a coincidence, Thrice, being very powerful and athletic? That's a pattern.

I was about to continue monologuing but a sharp pain in the middle of my abdomen derails my plans. I clutch my stomach in pain, and I grit my teeth to avoid screaming as the pain surges all over my body. 

Then, something quickly pokes at the end of my mind, before suddenly smashing through my thoughts. 

Pain.

Grief.

Anger.

Sadness.

Jealousy.

Disappointment.

Stress.

Frustration.

Fear.

Regret.

Hate.

Shame.

Guilt.

With both my mind and body hurting like a bitch, I pass out.