—8 months later—
The date is now March 20th. The boy seems to be stabilising and will wake up soon-
Recovery Girl was writing this into her journal when she look over towards her patient only to see a discarded and ruffled sheet with no one in sight.
"Yeah I think I'll wake up soon too." A voice came from over her shoulder.
*Smack*
"Ow.. I just woke up Recovery Girl and I'm… four. My birthdays nearly here though." I murmured.
"That's what you get for trying to scare a lady."
"Oh, my bad." A distant voice came from far behind her.
I was currently checking out my invention. It worked on mostly real technology with the scanner and interface however the way in which it gets its information from was definitely breaking reality in some way.
"Yup… eight months was completely worth it. My quirk upgraded as well. Not by much, must be due to myself growing older."
'Speaking of…'
I conjured up a mirror and…
I saw a slender boy looking back at me. I had unkept bright blue hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, completely covering the sides, top and back of my head. I also had bright green eyes that lazily dragged back and forth as I examined my body.
…
"Have I always looked like a failed science experiment or has my body changed?"
'I need a haircut, I can't even see my ears.'
'? Something feels off.'
My head was itching like crazy.
"You've just always looked like that. Why, have you never looked in a mirror?" A quiet voice spoke from behind me accompanied by a small, very short steps.
I turned around to see Nezu walking towards me.
"You going to say anything son?" He said while smiling.
"You are really gonna push for me to address you in a familial way huh?" I questioned him.
"Yes. Father is acceptable but calling me dad would be nice wouldn't it?"
"Hmmm. I'll think about it. Want to try out my new machine then?"
"Of course." Nezu replied looking at the machine intently.
I walked into the scanner and a blue light enveloped me. After a sharp beep! I exited and pulled up the robotic arm connected to a computer screen to see the analysis.
Nezu detached the screen and had a look at it while I waited.
"Well I'm not sure how to put this."
"What? What's the matter?."
"When you were in the coma, did you have a dream of some sort?".
"Yeah why?" I tried to get a peek.
Nezu hid the screen from me. "Can you tell me what your dream was?"
I tilted my head questioningly. "I believe I was a cat and I just slept all day. Pretty weird dream but it felt nice."
Recovery Girl walked over and swiped the screen from Nezu's hand.
"So how does your creation thing work Takaba?" She looked up at me.
"Whatever I picture is what appears and the blanks are filled in for me."
'I've told them this before.'
"So, your intent is what's important when creating, and you use your mind to form the thought that is created. Then can you create living beings or manipulate organic matter?" Nezu scanned me with his eyes.
…
"Probably, I've never tried it though… but I am confused. Where are you going with this." I tried to reach for the screen but Recovery Girl held it away.
"Wait, let us cut your hair first."
"I don't see the correlation here… but sure." I sat down in the floor and faced away from the two of them.
——
Nezu returned with a pair of clippers and got to work.
It was done quickly and about two thirds of my hair was gone. It was still very bushy but it didn't reach past ear level now.
'Itchiness has gone now.'
I scratched the back of my head. Then I went to pick up the discarded mirror but Recovery Girl had shoved the screen into my hands.
It listed typical things like name, date of birth, familial associations, age and blood type. However scrolling down from there was a line that cut through the screen horizontally.
Beneath it lay some extra info.
"Mutations? What does that mean."
At first it displayed information about my quirk but underneath it was something else.
…
I grabbed a mirror and checked my head.
'Oh you've got to be kidding me.'
Nezu placed a hand on my shoulder. "Now I know this may seem bad…"
"SEEM BAD?!" I turned to face Nezu. "MY EARS HAVE DISAPPEARED!!"
…
Recovery Girl came over and tilted the mirror upwards. "There they are."
…
My face contorted in horror.
On the top of my head was suspiciously cat shaped ears.
"You mean… my dream… affected my body… because I thought I was a cat…"
…
I looked at my hands the felt the top of my head. My hands roamed around until I felt two distinct, furry ears that were drooped in despair.
I then moved on and felt smooth skin where my human ears were meant to be.
I sat like that for 10 minutes.
—1 week later—
I had moved on from my cat ears now. Kind of. I tried to change them back but to no avail.
Nezu tried to cheer me up. "Now you have an excuse while being lazy! You can blame it on your cat like traits! You also have enhanced hearing now!"
"Would it work as an excuse against you? My traits?" I had asked hopefully.
"No."
*Sob*
—April 1st—
April first huh?
Let's have a look at my clo-
…
TWO PM?!?
'I AM LATE FOR TRAINING!!'
I quickly jumped out of bed and ran into the elevator before sending myself up. The doors opened to a quiet Nezu sitting in his chair looking through some documents.
He looked up and said. "Happy Birthday Takaba! You don't have to train today so how about you get some clothes on."
I looked down at myself.
'Oh.'
—5 minutes later—
"I'm going to test out some theories Nezu so can you lend me a robot that can move?"
I had fully moved on now. Seriously. I moved on.
I lied. I had gotten used to them by surrounding myself with training and experimenting.
"You can take this failed tea maker over here." He patted a box in the corner of the room.
I jumped to it and immediately opened a gate.
"Thanks Ne-."
"Thanks da-."
"Thanks father!" I jumped in.
——
"AHA! BREAKTHROUGHHH!" Over the past 5 hours I have found out how to attach a gate to a moving object and keep it on the moving object. Before, if an object moved with an attached gate, the gate would simply disappear.
I quickly teleported out to tell Nezu.
—4 months later—
Nezu popped into my domain and immediately walked over to me.
"What's up?" I asked.
"It's about your training. Moving on from your quirk and physical training I've recently gained a new teacher to help you learn to fight in melee combat. Come with me."
"Got it."
…
(Japanese names are different so I just put the in order of 'Given Name' then 'Family/Last Name)
"Takaba Kurusu, meet Kan Sekijiro. And vise versa. Sekijiro was a pro hero but he's since returned to teach at UA. He will teach you combat."
"Can I call you Takaba?" His gruff voice grumbled to me.
"Yeah. Do I call you sensei?"
"Just call me Sekijiro."
"Got it."
—2 months later—
'Now that I am learning combat I have less time to focus on my quirk. However this is really useful stuff.'
"Pay attention in combat, while you have an uncanny way of replicating techniques allowing you to be better than the average person, you need to be able to apply it until you don't have to think before every move." Sekijiro's voice snapped at me.
He cracked his knuckles. "Now let's get back to your beati- I mean training."
…
'Hey Nezu, you sure he's fit for teaching…'
—5 months later—
One more month until enrolment. I've been told that I'm going to a place called Mustafu Elementary School and then Mustafu Middle School. It's really creative names, yeah I know. I'm pretty confident in my abilities. For example, my quirk usage, my combat skills, my genius and my ability to not be able to socialise!
Really good at those. Especially that last one. I'm alright with adults but children? Children scare me.
"Pay. ATTENTION" Sekijiro tried to sock me right in the jaw but I slipped into a gate appearing on his back planning to deliver a swift kick to his neck… but he caught it. Immediately. I know I'm only just nearly six years old but come on. Not even a single hit?
*Flick*
"Ow."
A/N: I am just guessing based on ages when certain teachers joined UA so don't take it as literal fact. It is mostly "educated" guesses.