Hero

You would place your hand behind your head and wrap them together as you would lay there, allowing your mind to wander with powers like yours; there was so much you could do with your life, you had more than enough power to be a villain, and definitely had the strength and speed to be a vigilante, hell though was nothing stopping you from leaving it there and living your life as a civilian. Still, there was one choice that stood out the choice Misha herself had made before you reawoke your past self, and you knew what you had to do. You had to become a hero.

I was six months to the UA hero university entrance exams, and you had to make sure you were as ready as you can be for them since they were going to be tough and you were going to be weakened somewhat due to the nature of your own quirk though this would not stop you. So you spent the following months training hard with the help of anyone you could, sparing with your mother when she took the night of hero work, training with your younger brother to help him be ready in time; it was also during this time your memories would begin to settle being able to recall names of friends or family a few times, of course, you had received a few comments that you had changed but well if we are who are experiences make us. You had just received all the memories of your old life. It only made sense you would be at least a little different now to you were back then.

Days passed and turned into weeks and soon enough the weeks turned into months it had gone by in a blur but here you where in your old uniform standing at the entrance to UA your younger brother smiling at you as you smiled at him as you would make your way though the gates and halls tougher for the examination room as you glanced around making note of other students there was a rather aggressive blonde, a calm ginger, a loud redhead and the list went on all seemed to stand out of the crowd finally you would enter the exam hall and not to long after you would start the written exam you burned though it in the time allocated as you handed it in you would sit back knowing you had done well, then the room would darken and a screen lit up a loud blonde man coming on to stage to explain the next portion of the exam you sat there in silence listening in figuring out how things would go what your plan was trying to come up with strategies on the fly then as soon as you had an idea you would be whisked off and placed on a bus and soon find your way to a small artificial city as you would all file off the bus a man with a gas mask and a cowboy aesthetic would greet you and sound his gun to mark the start of the exam as you would take off to head inside. Hoping it would all go well.