Chapter 1: Climate Changes || 1.7k

**WARNING THIS FANFIC HAS ALREADY BEEN DROPPED AT 15 CHAPTERS**

He felt like he was trapped in a cage.

He had nothing to occupy his mind, no place to escape, no one to share his feelings.

He was confined in his tiny apartment, isolated from the world and his own emotions. He hoped to find some sort of distraction, endlessly scrolling through the countless choices of movies offered by the myriad of streaming services on his TV.

He had already watched most of them, but maybe there was something new and exciting waiting for him. He settled on his couch, a young man of average height and build, with black hair and green eyes.

He wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans and held a remote control in his hand.

He skimmed through the genres and titles, searching for something that would spark his interest.

"Seen it. Seen it. Seen it… Logan? That sounds familiar." He pressed play and threw the remote away, stretching his arms as he lay down on the couch.

The movie began with a dark and gritty scene of a man driving a limo in a dystopian future. The man looked like an older version of Wolverine, one of his favorite characters.

He watched as the man picked up some passengers, who turned out to be gangsters trying to steal his car.

He watched as the man unleashed his claws and fought back, slaughtering them all in a gory spectacle.

He watched as the man drove off, swearing and drinking from a bottle.

He forgot about his boredom and his loneliness. He forgot about his troubles and his fears. He forgot about everything except the movie.

He didn't notice when the screen flickered.

He didn't notice when the sound glitched.

He didn't notice when the picture froze.

Click.

Suddenly, the screen turned black.

He blinked.

He frowned.

He sat up.

"What the hell?" He grabbed the remote and pressed some buttons.

Nothing happened.

The screen remained black.

The sound remained silent.

"Ehhhhh?!?!? This thing is brand new!" He exclaimed, feeling frustrated and angry.

He had bought the TV from an online site called WISH, which claimed to offer high-quality products at low prices. He had been skeptical, but he had decided to give it a try.

"I swear I'm never buying anything from WISH ever again!" He muttered, getting up from the couch and walking towards the TV. He checked the cables and the plugs, making sure they were connected properly. They were. He unplugged the TV and plugged it back in, hoping to reset it somehow. It didn't work. He tapped the screen, hoping to see some sign of life. Nothing. He shook the TV, hoping to fix some loose parts inside. Nothing. He hit the TV, hoping to make it work by force. Nothing.

"Screw this, I'll just read on my phone instead." He said, giving up on the TV. He walked back to his couch and pulled out his phone, looking for something to read online. Maybe a news article or a blog post or a comic strip or anything that would entertain him for a while. He didn't notice when a white dot appeared on the screen. He didn't notice when it started to grow bigger.

He didn't notice when it started to make a noise.

Vmmmm. It was faint at first, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. But it grew louder and louder as the dot grew bigger and bigger.

VMMMMM.

It sounded like an engine revving up, a jet taking off, or a rocket launching into space. It was deafening.

VMMMMM.

It filled his ears and his head with its roar. It made him feel dizzy and nauseous. It made him drop his phone on the floor.

VMMMMM.

It made him look at the screen.

The dot was no longer a dot.

It was a circle.

A big circle.

A huge circle.

A circle that took up almost the entire screen.

A circle that looked like…

A wheel?

VMMMMM

It looked like a wheel of a truck.

A big truck.

A huge truck.

A truck that was coming right at him.

VMMMMM

It looked like it was about to burst out of the screen and crash into him.

VMMMMM

It looked like it was going to kill him.

VMMMMM

It looked like…?

BOOOM

On that day, a young man lost his life and gained a fear unparalleled by any.

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He opened his eyes and saw a blurry face looming over him. He felt a rough hand grabbing his shoulder and shaking him violently. He heard a loud voice barking in his ear, but he couldn't make out the words. He felt a surge of panic and tried to move, but his body was heavy and numb.

"Get up, cadet! You're late for training!" The voice repeated, louder and clearer this time. He blinked and tried to focus, seeing a man wearing a green uniform and a cap with a star on it. He had a thick mustache and a scar on his cheek. His face was distorted by anger and impatience. He was holding a metal stick that sparked at the end.

"Who are you?" He asked, feeling confused and groggy.

"Who am I? Who am I? I'm General Steele, your commanding officer, you lazy bum! Don't you remember anything?" The man shouted, waving a metal stick in front of his face. He flinched and tried to remember.

A vague flash of images crossed his mind.

He shook his head and looked at the man again. He didn't recognize him. He didn't recognize anything.

He felt confused. "Where am I? What's going on?" He asked, hoping for some answers.

"You're in the military base, you idiot! You've been training for this for months!" The man said, sounding incredulous and annoyed.

The boy stared back at the man, not believing what he was saying Training? None of it made any sense to him. He felt like he was in a fever dream.

"Please, stop. This can't be real. This can't be happening." He said, feeling desperate. The man sighed and shook his head.

"It's real, alright. And you'll be doing it right now."

He didn't know who he was or why he was here. He didn't know anything. He did remember some things though.

A TV screen.

A truck.

A crash.

A pain.

A light.

A voice saying…

What was it again?

But how did he get here?

"Hey, snap out of it! You don't have time to daydream! Now get up and run ten laps around the camp! You have 3 hours! And don't be late again, or I'll make you feel this!" The General yelled, pushing the metal stick against the boy's chest.

A jolt of electricity ran through his body. He screamed and jumped off the bed.

'What the hell is this place?'

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>>> 3 Year Timeskip <<<

Sitting in the bathtub with his eyes closed, a 15-year-old boy with a chiseled jaw and buzz-cut hair could be seen. He had a hand over his eyes as he contemplated the past 3 years he endured in this "Quirk training academy" as General Steele liked to call it.

He had been through hell and back in this place. Breaking his own bones, severing his own hands. Just so he could learn 'the extent of his own power'. He had been pushed to his limits and beyond, beaten, bruised, and broken hundreds if not thousands of times. In hindsight, he had also grown stronger, faster, and tougher. Learning to fight. To survive. To preserve.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at his hands. They were equipped with 6 metallic knives that protruded from his knuckles. They were his claws. His weapons. And one of his only friends in this tiresome place, yet he still couldn't believe it. He had the powers of the wolverine…

How did this happen?

How did he end up here?

Thinking back on his previous life, he was nothing but a normal guy living in a normal world. He liked to watch movies, play games, and read comics. Nothing out of the ordinary.

One second he was laying on a couch trying to watch a movie, the next he was in a military academy running around with logs on his back and pulling all-nighters left right, and center. He had no idea where he was, or who brought him here, but if the word "Quirk" was anything to go by then he had somewhat of an idea.

'My Hero Academia'

He didn't really remember much of it, as he had only watched the first few episodes.

However, he did remember; IT was supposed to be fiction.

Yet now, in some twisted string of fate, it had become his reality.

A reality where 'Human' is used to describe anthropomorphic abominations, which people called mutations. A reality where 'Humans' had animal heads, and skin made out of the same leather they use to make shoes. A reality where men could control feathers or the fabric of reality itself. And now HE had to live in it.

A world that made no sense.

Yet he was forced to adapt. To learn how to use his new Quirk to his advantage.

He learned to follow the rules.

Stepping out of the bathtub, the boy grabbed a soft towel and wiped it across his face, revealing his handsome features. His muscular figure further amplified by the thin layer of water dripping down his body and the ever-so-soft moonlight that shone through the window of his now private room.

This was HIS life now.

His body. His strength.

HIS Quirk.

He couldn't give it back now, could he?

Looking up from the towel, he saw himself in the mirror. He saw a young man who had gone through more pain in 3 years than a regular person would in 1000 lifetimes.

He saw a young man who had proven himself time and time again.

He saw a young man who had nothing to fear and everything to gain.

He saw Logan Howlett.

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Hello! Thanks for reading this chapter! Hope you enjoyed it!

As I said before, unfortunately, while writing this fanfic I realized that the powers of Wolverine weren't all that interesting in the world of MHA ;-;

But don't worry! I have another MHA fanfic in the works that I'm sure you'll enjoy much more than this one!

SO!

In the meanwhile, enjoy 5 chapters a week of this while I work on the other one...

(Constructive criticism is always welcome! Please tell me how I can improve. (Even if it's on little things.))