#fem27

Since I've been wanting a genderbent lately and I miss KHR and I'm into BnHA atm, so....

Prologue (Maybe)

She never really thought about the after life. Because for more than half of her life, Tsuna fought tooth and nail for herself and her family against dying. How could she have thoughts of what comes after death when she hadn't even wanted to entertain any chance of them being close to its cold embrace? She hadn't been naive enough to believe no one would ever die, of course. But she did her absolute best to prevent anyone from passing on without their permission. Even then, it was still hard to accept.

But, regardless, here she was: living her second life.

She should have known, though. Mukuro was a really huge hint and she stupidly missed it.

(Sometimes she wondered: was everyone else the same? Do they remember? Were they in the same world?)

(The chances were slim. She knew for herself that it was more than likely only her. She didn't want to hopelessly wish but if she ever stumbled upon the Byakuran of this world, she'd never let him go without confirming it for her.)

(She really missed them.)

At first, she didn't know what was happening. She woke up as a baby and her brain hadn't had the capacity beyond her basic needs. It was always there, the knowledge. But it never did mattered until one day she found herself crying for all she lost.

She couldn't tell her new parents, they were barely there. She only had a nanny to care for her needs. And although Auntie Inko and baby cousin Izuku visited a lot, they weren't always there. That and she was a toddler herself. Who'd believe her?

So, all she could do was grieve by herself. She knew her nanny and Auntie got worried but she needed this. If she doesn't grieve now, she'll regret and never move on. She'll never acknowledge the new people around her. She'll live only on her past. And that wouldn't be fair to everyone involved, including herself. After all, no matter what life and no matter what world, she was a sky. Byakuran made sure she knew of that. It's the one constant in the worlds he knew, he said. That's why she must accept it all: past, present, and future.

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She sat as silently supportive as she could to the distraught four year old cousin she now have, who had just had his dreams of heroism grounded to dust.

Izuku's still in shock and possibly depresssed. He might only be four and he might not have dangerous thoughts that might endanger his life (if heroism itself went uncounted) yet but she really doesn't want a repeat of that horrible rooftop incident with a certain idiotic baseball freak a lifetime ago. So, she needs to be with him. He needed the support and she's willing to give just that. She grabbed his hand and squeezed, willing her thoughts and feelings to pass through that small body contact.

The video they were watching in front of the computer ended. Her hand went to automatically grab the mouse and clicked the video to repeat. It was Izuku's favorite: the debut of All Might, the greatest hero the world had ever met (and possibly the greatest ever, Izuku's voice echoed in her head). She have watched it repeatedly with Izuku for the last few hours. Auntie Inko had been with their vigil until a little while ago to prepare their dinner.

She clicked the repeat button again once the video stopped playing for the nth time. Her grip tightened on the boy beside her.

The now familiar set of events swept by the screen. But no matter how much they watched the video, it always seemed like the world stopped to breath at once and gazed in unadultered awe at the single man who rescued the many victims with a perpetual smile on his face and a reassurance that left all in relief. All Might truly was the pinnacle of heroism, she acknowledged.

And Izuku wanted to be like him.

Her gaze shifted to the green-haired child in worry and adoration.

In a world where supernatural abilities or quirks, as it was called, were normal, well-vaunted and highly acclaimed, he was born quirkless. In a world where quirks were the main tools of trade for superheroes - which was, funnily and mind-bogglingly enough, a real job, - he'll be ridiculed over his geniune wish to simply help people.

He knew this. Still, he wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a hero. And that was something to be admired.

Although it wouldn't be the same, she knew what being at the bottom of the foodchain was. If she could, she'd give him the quirk she inherited from her own (new set of) parents. She has no dreams of becoming a hero (she dearly wanted that peaceful and normal life she had wished for Before). She wouldn't mind being quirkless and she'd be able to handle a bunch of kids trying to put her down for being born different. It would be nothing compared to what she had to go through as Sawada Tsunayuki. And Midoriya Tsunayuki could surely survive lesser odds.

But life had always been cruel. Even more cruel, in this world, people wouldn't be able to dissuade one truth: humans weren't born equal. And Izuku - sweet, sweet Izuku - would only live a harsh life because of this, of his one dream.

Thank you! I don’t have any headcanons for fem!00, but here’s some for fem!27.

-Her name is Sawada Tsukumi. Close friends call her Kumi

-She is incredibly neat when it comes to her stuff. Her room is pristine; books in alphabetical order on the shelf and papers filed in her desk drawer. But she is ridiculously sloppy when it comes to her clothes. They’ll be wrinkled or ripped, and her socks often don’t match. She’s constantly getting in trouble at school for an unkempt uniform

-She starts to stutter when she’s nervous or frightened, and Reborn works on ridding her of this habit

-She’s terrible with directions and often gets lost, even when she’s just in town

-She keeps to herself a lot, fearing that if she tried making friends, her awkwardness and clumsiness would ruin it for her. Reborn uses this longing and regret when he uses the Dying Will Bullet on her for the first time. It’s how Tsukumi meets and befriends Kyoko