MHA: The true king

"This is so boring," Akuma muttered, lying on a bed, exhausted from even talking.

Akuma was a young man who, one day, randomly transmigrated into the body of a 15-year-old who suffered from a very bad illness. Since then, he has had a very tough life, not even being able to move or go outside for the fear of getting hurt by the sun itself.

Akuma, when he was transmigrated into this new world, was confused at first. Where was he, and why did he feel so weak? Later, he found out it was because of his new illness. What was this illness, you may ask? He didn't know his new parents, and the doctor never told them since they didn't know what it was either.

"Akuma-sama, your medicine is here," A familiar doctor said to Akuma with a smile.

Akuma was startled, not noticing him, but he quickly replied back, "Oh, you're here, Gurasaki-san. What medicine do you have to offer today?" Akuma says to him with a very tired voice

The man walked straight to Akuma and lifted him up to a sitting position. Taking a bottle with a strange liquid out of a bag with medical equipment he removed the cap of the bottle, and a strange smell infiltrated the room.

"Akuma-sama After searching far and wide, I found this strange flower, which may be the perfect opportunity for you to have a chance to recover from your illness." The doctor spoke with a serious voice.

Akuma was shocked. Was this old man really relying on a flower he found? Did this old man start growing senile in his old age, and how did his parents even allow this? "Why are you treating this strange flower like it's a cure for my illness? It shouldn't be just because of its strange looks." Akuma asked in a shocked but tired tone.

The old man already knew what Aruma was going to say and instantly clarified. "This flower that I found has been used on multiple occasions when I was sick and when my patients were sick. While this may not cure you from your sickness, it could be one of your only hopes." He spoke in a serious tone.

Akuma was shocked. Was this his only hope? Was he really going to die from this strange illness of his?

"Doctor, what do you mean this is my only hope? Do I really have a chance to die?" Akuma spoke with a tired but slightly terrified tone that showed that he truly was afraid of dying.

That thought had never truly crossed Akuma's mind. He was afraid of dying he had been living in this new body for five years. He had truly made bonds with his parents he felt needed and loved.

But the doctor didn't answer his question he just nodded, not being able to tell him because of the guilt.

"So I'm just supposed to drink this, and it should help me get better then," Akuma said with a still-tired tone but a tinge of hope in his voice.

The doctor simply nodded and started slowly letting Akuma drink the medicine until nothing was left. But Akuma felt that it didn't help, not even in the slightest. He got angry and sad. Was there truly nothing he could do?

"Akuma-sama did it, Hel-." The doctor said, but getting cut off at the end by Akuma

"Of course it didn't help it's just like always." Akuma said it for the first time, letting his anger take control of him.

The doctor nodded and started leaving, not wanting to disturb someone when they were angry.

"He's finally gone," Akuma muttered. He picked up the remote surprisingly easy.

'What the hell was I always this strong? Did the medicine really work?" I wondered.

He hadn't watched the news for weeks, so he was curious about everything. He went to the news channel and started watching it.

"In recent weeks, there has appeared a glowing baby in Qingqing City, in China," the reporter said.

Akuma instantly closed the TV and had a shocked expression on his face. He had a familiar feeling about this—had he heard of a glowing baby before? Then it hit him.

"Wait, I thought this was normal. Is this really MHA, or is this simply a coincidence?" Akuma muttered in shock.

While he was thinking about this, he heard knocking on his door.

"Come in," Akuma said.

The door opened, and a man walked in who he recognized as his father.

"How is my little champ doing?" The man said it with a goofy smile on his face.

"I'm fine, dad. Have you heard of the recent reports about the glowing baby?" Akuma asked with curiosity.

"Yeah, I have. I never thought something like this would happen, but I'm excited about what's going to happen in the future. If there's going to be more reports about this or if it's a one-time thing, I heard they called him Luminescent Baby, I think," Akuma's father answered with excitement showing in his face.

Instantly, Akuma's expression changed.

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Akuma pov:

'What the hell is this feeling?" I thought.

It was a strange feeling. I felt hungry, but not in a normal way; it felt more extreme and profound. It seemed like a simple need. Normally, he would be hungry, but he could control his hunger. But this wasn't controllable; he wanted to eat. He started to look at his father in a strange way.

Dad, do you have any food on you? You smell so good," I said with a hungry tone.

Making my dad look at me in a confused manner.

"What do you mean? Why would I have something on me? Didn't you eat an hour ago?" he asked.

I was shocked. Why was I looking at my dad like a piece of meat? Why did I want to eat my own dad? I started looking at my hands in shock. What the hell am I thinking about? My dad isn't a piece of food. Why am I thinking like this?