Sussy Baka in MHA

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'So... I am a baby now? What's with that?'

Looking at my own body with a confused expression on my face, I frowned slightly, before then I shook my head and started trying to check my surroundings.

The dark and empty void where I had been until now was completely gone, and now, only a white shiny room was what surrounded me.

I couldn't see very well at the moment probably because of my still unaccustomed eyes. However, from what I could recognize, it seemed as if I was in some kind of hospital.

Which either meant that I had just been born, or that there was something wrong with me, and whoever were my parents had to bring me to the hospital to get me checked out.

Hopefully, it would be the first option. I didn't want to have an illness or disease from the get-go.

And luckily for my curiosity, soon, the figures of three people appeared from what I suppose was the door to the room and started walking towards me.

They seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

"Honey, please calm down!"

"I want to know Aya, is he really my son?! I mean, he has red hair, and none of us has red hair! How do you explain that, huh?!"

"That's what I've been meaning to tell you all this while, Mr. Suzuki. The child's red hair may probably be because of a recessive gene from either you or Ms. Aya's family that has bloomed just now, or because his future quirk affects his hair color. We don't know for certain yet, however, all the tests point to you as the real parent, so please don't get angry"

"What do you mean by a recessive gene? I haven't heard of such things!"

"It's pretty easy to understand really. Sometimes the genes from past generations can reveal themselves in a more present one. For example, if any of your great-great-grandmothers or great-great-grandfathers had married a red-haired person, had descendency with them, and the red-hair trait hadn't been passed to their child, the gene is still there and with the possibility of appearing on future children, albeit with a little bit more difficulty each generation. Your kid might be just another case like what I said"

"I-is that so...?"

"I could never cheat on you, honey!"

"... I guess I was in the wrong..."

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Hmm... Yeah, a very pleasant conversation...

Anyway, leaving those noisy people aside, it was quite an incredible experience to get reincarnated— Wait, was this considered reincarnation, or transmigration?

I don't really remember the moment when I was born... Not that I should, now that I think about it... In fact, I shouldn't even remember my previous life... And yet, here I was, with every memory of my previous life intact.

Well, whatever the name for what had happened to me was, be it reincarnation or transmigration, what truly mattered now was the reason why this happened... And I believe I had quite a good answer to that.

'That impostor... Was he the one who reincarnated me?... But why? No, in the first place, why did I even meet an impostor from Among Us in the afterlife? Where was the God that was supposed to tell me if I had to go to heaven or hell? Where the heck is my answer to which religion was the real one?' I couldn't help but grit my teeth as all those questions filled my mind.

However, after a moment of meditation, I couldn't help but widen my eyes widely after realizing what seemed to be the shocking truth...

'... Wait... Don't tell me that God was an Impostor all along?!!!'

When that thought passed through my mind, it felt as if my mind had been enlightened at that moment, and had noticed something that it had never realized before.

'The massive amount of objects and things everywhere that resembled the crewmates... Was that a message? A clue about his presence? A trace that God once roamed Earth?'

Looking at the ceiling with shock, I felt cold sweat rolling down from my back as the realization hit me.

'Was that him... Showing his omnipresence to us...?'

"... Hmm? Why does the baby have such a face? It's as if he has seen a ghost"

"You scared him with your screams from before, honey"

"R-really? Sorry about that"

And what was more... Such a being allowed me to maintain my memory...

Surely, that would only mean one thing.

My new life was, by no means, going to be a normal one...

-Baby sigh...-

"Oh, he just sighed! How cute!"

'Whatever, So be it…'

Feeling overwhelmed by the shocking truth that all religions were in truth among us, I let out a tired sigh in exasperation before I ended up shrugging the matter aside. Feeling that my head was already starting to hurt because of being enlightened so much.

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| Sometime later...|

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A lot of things have happened since I woke up in that white room... Which was a hospital room.

Apparently, and not to my surprise, the noisy people that had appeared at that moment at the hospital were actually my parents.

Yoshiro Suzuki was the name of my father. And from what I managed to hear from time to time, he was just a simple man working for a company, with no special connections, and pretty much normal like any other person on earth. Both his hair and his eyes were black, and he had a pretty ordinary face. Not being ugly, but not being a handsome man either.

If I had to pick an example, he would be any random man that you would see walking in the street. Nothing more and nothing else.

The next one was my mother, Aya Suzuki.

She, unlike my father, had a much prettier face and had long black hair that reached her back. Though, she couldn't be called a stunning beauty either. It was more correct to say that she had good features.

Besides that, I had discovered that she had a small business somewhere in the city and that she sold sweets and pastries there... Or so I heard. Honestly, it was kind of hard to get information being nothing but a baby.

More so, when they keep talking nonsense about superheroes, Villains, Quirks, and whatmore whenever I get to see them. 

Honestly, it was fine at first, but it soon got annoying at some point when I couldn't get more information simply because that was all they kept talking about.

Though, that made me wonder... Were my new parents some kind of Marvel or DC fans? I knew about their movies, but I was never really a die-hard fan.

At most, I had seen the most classic movies like Ironman, Hulk, Captain America, and... Uh... The ant guy.

Maybe they had married after meeting at a comic convention or something like that?

It sounded like something possible, given how much they talk about heroes whatsoever.

But, besides all that, I didn't really get access to much information about my surroundings except for the fact that I was somewhere in Japan due to their names, and their anime-like voice and language, which I was somehow able to understand immediately after I woke up in this place.

… Probably because of another magical trick of our God and Savior Amongus… Amen.

So, thankfully, I had no problem understanding what they talked about most of the time. However, even with that mighty skill, I wasn't able to gather much knowledge about what was happening in the outside world.

What happened to my old body? Did I appear on TV as the guy who died on the pavement? Those questions constantly haunted the always-bored me, who could not move his body.

But well, it wasn't like much time had passed since I got out of the hospital after being reborn. So I guess eventually, as I grew older, I would get to know more about my surroundings.

How long would that take? Who knows... But surely, it was going to take time for a baby to see what the outside world looks like.

Ah, by the way, my name in this life was Suzaku Suzuki...

Yeah, a very "Sus" name, I know. But what can I do about it? It's almost as if our God and Savior Amongus is telling me that a troublesome future awaits me.

Amen.

"Aya, I'm home!"

"Welcome dear, let's eat together"

Suddenly, as I was pondering over my actual circumstances, I saw the blurry figure of my mother walk towards me, and soon pick me up in her arms. Eventually bringing me to the table where my father, who had arrived just now, was eating some steak with a calm expression on my face.

Honestly, seeing another human being pick me up as if I were a potato sack without problems still baffled me. However, I was getting somewhat accustomed to it since it had happened so many times.

Though, I hoped that it wouldn't turn into some kind of fetish later... The human mind works in strange ways sometimes, after all...

"-Sigh...- That damn boss of mine... He told me to stay a little bit longer just so that he would get off work early... For God's sake, doesn't he have any sense of shame?"

'Do not dare to use the name of god in vain!'

As I berated my father inside my mind for mentioning God out of nowhere while my mother put a bottle of milk in my mouth to feed me, my father picked up the TV control remote and turned on the TV while muttering something in dissatisfaction.

"...!!"

It was at that moment, that I stopped sucking from the baby bottle, and immediately turned to look at the TV with an expectant expression on my face. Something that my mother noticed as she pulled me closer so that I could watch more clearly while saying "Oh, what is it? Suzaku-chan? Are you curious about the TV?".

Why was I acting like that over a simple TV? Well, it was because this was the first time that I got to see the TV since I arrived in this world.

Until now, I had been trapped in my crib since I couldn't move, and I never got to be at the table when my father turned on the TV like now.

In a way, this could be called a very fortunate coincidence!

'With this, I will finally get to know something about the outside world!'

However, what I saw then, confused me.

On the screen, a few reporters could be seen interviewing someone who seemed to be a Superhero... Or a very good cosplayer.

'A movie?'

The first thought that came to my mind was that they were passing a movie on the TV. Which immediately caused me to curse my luck, thinking that the opportunity to know about the outside world had been wasted in such a peculiar way.

However, when the scene didn't change and continued being just like a normal interview, a slight suspicion grew within me.

So I listened to what they were saying.

["It's incredible, Shoe Destroyer! You alone managed to take down two evil villains stalking a poor old lady! How did you do it?"]

["Hmph, it wasn't a big deal really. I was able to notice their suspicious actions from miles away... When they were about to take action, I simply appeared in front of them, and showed them my might!"]

'What's with that guy talking like a real Superhero...? Talk about a tryhard at role-playing... And what's with that stupid name? Shoe Destroyer? What are his superpowers, destroying shoes?'

Making fun of the guy on the TV inside my mind, I let out a giggle.

["But it's incredible that you were able to take them down simply by destroying their shoes. Your mastery over your Quirk is something only a few have!]

'... What the... I was right…?' I thought while I deadpanned at the TV.

["Of course, I have trained my Quirk to its limit. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a hero, but no one believed in me because of my strange Quirk. However, despite their comments, I pushed myself forward, and finally became what I am today, hahaha!"]

["Do you have any words for our young audience that is watching this program that may find themselves in a similar situation to what you describe?"]

["Of course! Young ones of the world, don't get discouraged by the words of others! You and only you are in control of what you want to be! There are no limits to perseverance, hahaha!!"]

'Talk about corny'

["Wise as always, thank you for those words, Shoe Destroyer"]

'Well that was hard to watch'

"Hmph!"

Suddenly, while I was sighing as the lamest interview I had ever seen in my life finally ended, I heard my father scoff as he shoved a piece of steak into his mouth with an angry expression before he began pointing towards the TV with his knife while speaking angrily.

"Hmph, pretty words from someone who achieved his dream with a lot of money. I heard that his rich family offered him enough support and bought him enough gadgets to become strong enough to take down low-class villains without a problem. He is just trying to look good in front of the camera"

When my mother heard him, she simply smiled wryly as she nodded her head slightly at his comments.

'Why are they taking a movie so seriously?'

Raising an eyebrow at their behavior, I wondered about such things in silence. Not understanding why they were taking a movie of superheroes so seriously, and even gossiping about whom I thought was an actor or something.

However, as time passed, and the "movie" didn't end, showing more and more superheroes or villains as if they were images from the real world... a strange thought and possibility appeared in my head and made me unconsciously mutter inside my mind.

'There are superheroes here, aren't there...?'

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-To be continued-

(A/N: Have some divine presence)

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