Prologue

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Warnings: Death
If someone told Aizawa Shota that he would be dead a week after his class of idiots graduated then he would have just brushed them off and had a nap.
The cause of his death was quite under whelming, in the fact that it was highly unlikely. 
He was taking out a villain with hypnosis quirk on top of a roof. The villain had gotten a young boy to follow him to the roof earlier that night, and was planning to make him jump down into the crowded street bellow.
He had apprehended the villain and tied him up when he noticed it. A glinting light in the sky heading strait towards him and the young boy.
Aizawa had just enough time to push the kid out of the way before it hit him.
A truck.
A truck that had been thrown by a villain a couple of blocks away as she was fighting a hero in the street. The vehicle had been launched into the sky and had traveled to the exact rooftop where he had been fighting. The odds of the event were quite laughable.
The pain was very short lived.
Burning hot, agonizing pain ripped through his muscles and his whole body for less than a second. 
Then he was dead.
The black abyss of the void awaited him. Dark and cold.
He waited there for hours, or was it days? Months?  He couldn't tell anymore.
Did the others mourn his death? His students? His friends? To be fair he didn't even know if he was dead. He could just be in a coma or something. He doubted, however, that the force of a ten thousand pound truck wouldn't turn his body into jam on the roof of the building.
The realization of his death had already been and passed. The sorrow of knowing he'll never see his family again had faded out.
He floated around weightless, unable to move any of his limbs. For a while he drifted until an immense amount of pressure forced him down. 
Wind rushed past his ears. Roaring and bellowing as loud as a vicious beast. 
It got louder and louder. 
His eyes felt heavy. Everything felt heavy.
Then it all stopped.
Silence.
Pealing his eyes open, Aizawa looked to see a bright blue sky hidden behind large tree branches. Green leaves fluttering in the gentle breeze. The light of the sun bared down on him like a bright torch. The sound of a deserted forest surrounded him. 
Was this the afterlife? 
Aizawa didn't understand what was going on at all. This wasn't paradise. Paradise was laying in bed with a cup of coffee and a cat on his lap. Unless this was some form of hell...no. Hell would be Hizashi yelling non-stop with Miss Joke constantly bugging him to be her husband.