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The sun rose over the Huangpu River, yelling at the world, 'WAKEY WAKEY BITCHES', turning the gray waters into liquid gold. The city of Shanghai woke up not with a lazy groan but with a roar of engines, horns, and millions of people moving with purpose, aka JOBS. A word that many of today's generation would not be able to relate to. (Before you point fingers, I got a job)
Inside the Celestial Tower, the Shuzenji family was moving with a different kind of purpose.
The elevator doors slid open in the lobby.
Three figures, or rather two, the third one on the boy's head, sprinted out.
Honoka was wearing the ideal tourist disguise: a wide-brimmed hat, oversized sunglasses, and a camera strapped around her neck like a military medal. Akira was back in his element, wearing a loose, comfortable navy blue yukata with a simple geometric pattern, his wooden sandals clacking rhythmically against the floor.
But the star of the show was Nia.
Perched on Akira's head, the small black cat was wearing tiny, custom-made sunglasses secured with a strap. Around her midsection was a miniature, neon-pink fanny pouch that Akira had miraculously found online.
They struck a pose at the entrance, ignoring the bewildered stares of the hotel staff and high-end businessmen.
"LET'S GOOOOOOO!" they yelled in unison.
The doorman blinked. "Enjoy your day...?"
They didn't hear him. They were already moving, consumed by the excitement of the day ahead.
09:00 AM: The Great Dumpling War:-
The Nanxiang Steamed Bun Restaurant was crowded, noisy, and smelled like heaven. Steam rose in thick clouds from bamboo baskets stacked high on tables.
Akira, Honoka, and Nia sat at a corner table. In front of them was a tower of baskets.
"Strategy," Honoka said, breaking a pair of chopsticks. "Xiao Long Bao contains hot soup. Do not bite directly, or you will burn your tongue and ruin the schedule. Puncture, slurp, eat. Go."
It was a massacre that the rest of the customers will tell about to the coming generations.
Akira ate like a machine, using his chopsticks to flick dumplings into his mouth at a steady cadence, his heat resistance doing wonders. Honoka savored them, making noises of delight that drew looks from neighboring tables.
Nia, sitting on the table (sanitary regulations be damned, she was a High-Spec being), had a small saucer of plain fish balls. She ate them with a dignity that betrayed her outfit.
"This is an acceptable tribute," Nia declared, licking her chops. "The texture is superior to the canned stuff."
"It's fresh carp," Akira muttered around a mouthful of pork. "It better be superior."
"More," Honoka ordered, flagging down a waiter. "We need the crab ones next."
By the time they rolled out of the restaurant an hour later, they were significantly heavier and infinitely happier.
11:00 AM: The Bund
The Bund was a waterfront promenade that showcased the architectural history of the city. To the left, old colonial buildings stood in stoic grey stone. To the right, across the river, the futuristic skyline of Pudong pierced the sky.
It was the perfect spot for photos.
"Okay, stand there," Honoka directed, holding her camera, her inner photographer coming out. "Look candid. Look like you're pondering the duality of man."
Akira leaned against the railing, the wind whipping his red hair. He took out his pipe and looked at the river with a brooding expression.
Click.
"Perfect," Honoka grinned. "Nezu is going to frame this. Now, Nia! Pose!"
Nia jumped onto the railing. She adjusted her tiny sunglasses. She puffed out her chest.
Click.
"Vogue," Honoka whispered. "Absolute vogue."
They walked along the water, watching the boats go by. A group of tourists stopped them, asking to take a picture with Nia.
"Five hundred yen, wait, what is your currency?" Akira asked.
"Akira!" Honoka slapped his arm. "Be nice."
"I'm monetizing her cuteness. It's basic economics, Mom. Supply and demand."
Nia preened under the attention of the strangers. "Yes, worship me. I am the fashion icon of this family."
01:00 PM: Nanjing Road
The shopping district was a color overload. Neon signs, holographic advertisements, and music blaring from every storefront.
Honoka vanished into a high-end boutique instantly.
"Meet me in an hour!" she yelled over her shoulder. "If I'm not back, tell the police I died doing what I loved!"
Akira shook his head and wandered toward the tech district.
He found a stall selling unauthorized support gear modifications. It was shady, cramped, and smelled of solder. Akira was in heaven.
He picked up a small gravity-stabilizer unit. "This wiring is amateur," he muttered, inspecting the circuit board. "But the core concept... using magnetic repulsion to cushion impact... I could adapt this for the Blade armor."
He bought a bag full of scrap parts and strange components, haggling with the shopkeeper in broken Mandarin until the man gave up just to get him to leave.
Meanwhile, Nia found a stall selling dried squid. She sat in front of it, staring at the owner with big, watery eyes until the man broke down and gave her a piece for free.
"I have acquired the goods," Nia announced, trotting back to Akira with a tentacle hanging from her mouth. "The hunt was successful."
"You begged," Akira corrected.
"And you did the same to get stuff for cheaper, did you not?"
Akira smiled and said, "You really are my daughter."
04:00 PM: Yu Garden
The garden was an oasis of calm in the chaos of the city. Ancient trees, rock formations, and ponds filled with koi created a labyrinth of peace.
Or it would have been peaceful if Nia hadn't decided that a specific butterfly was her mortal enemy.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU WINGED COWARD!" Nia screeched, leaping from a rock onto a bridge, nearly falling into the water.
"Nia, don't fall in!" Akira called out, jogging after her. "Cats look like drowned rats when wet! Think of your image!"
Honoka walked behind them, laughing as she watched her son — the future Symbol of Fear btw — chase a cat chasing a butterfly.
"This is nice," she thought, taking a mental snapshot.
They found a quiet bench overlooking the central pond. Traditional Chinese showboats floated by, their red lanterns glowing in the late afternoon light.
They sat down. The adrenaline of the day began to fade, replaced by a warm, heavy exhaustion.
"This was good," Akira said, leaning back and stretching his legs. His yukata loosened slightly. "Surprisingly good."
"Yup," Honoka agreed, adjusting her hat. "Best day we've had in years."
"Nyaaaaaaaaa," Nia yawned, a sound that started as a squeak and ended as a rumble. "Sleepy..."
She climbed onto Akira's lap, curled into a tight ball, and fell asleep instantly. The tiny sunglasses slid down her nose.
Akira smiled softly. He adjusted his yukata, pulling the fabric over her to keep the evening chill away. He stroked her back rhythmically.
Honoka watched them for a moment, then leaned her head on Akira's shoulder.
No one spoke. They just sat there in peace, three broken pieces fitting together perfectly to make a whole.
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High Above: The Rooftop
Five hundred meters away, atop the roof of a corporate skyscraper, a pair of high-tech binoculars glinted in the setting sun.
"This is not how it is supposed to be!"
Jian Li lowered the binoculars, his face a mask of frustration. He paced back and forth on the helipad, his white suit flapping in the wind.
"What is wrong with them?!" he demanded, gesturing wildly toward the distant park. "They are rich! They are powerful! They are my rivals! Why are they eating street food? Why are they chasing butterflies? Where is the arrogance? Where is the disconnect from the common man?"
Mei Lin, leaning against the parapet with her arms crossed, sighed.
"What were you expecting, you idiot?" she asked. "A villain monologue? Them kicking puppies?"
"I expected decorum!" Jian argued. "I expected them to act like a super-successful family! To be aloof! To be... like us!"
"Can't you expect a super successful family to be normal?" Mei Lin countered.
"Oh yeah?" Jian spun on her. "Then name me one. Name me one corporate dynasty that acts like that."
Mei Lin opened her mouth, but then closed it. She went silent.
"Okay," she sighed, conceding the point. "I get your point. Inheriting rich families is ALWAYS weird in some way. Trauma, pressure, or just too much money."
"Exactly!" Jian exclaimed. "We are not that weird because we built this from nothing and have trust issues! They are old money! They should be worse!"
Mei Lin looked back at the tiny figures on the bench. "But that does not change the fact that they are seemingly... genuinely good. They like each other. That's rare."
She looked at her husband.
"You have used your quirk on Honoka a million times now. You know her."
Jian sighed, running a hand through his long hair.
His quirk, Heart Roulette, was a simple but terrifying information-gathering tool. By looking directly into a person's eyes — or through a lens— he could see their "Core Personalities" represented as spinning colors on a roulette wheel.
It didn't read thoughts. It read intent. It read the soul.
Pink meant Love. Orange meant Care. Blue meant Heroism/Duty. Green meant Greed. Red meant Rage. Black meant Malice.
That was how, through the years, Jian Li had navigated the shark-infested waters of the business world without stepping on a trap. He knew who to trust and who to destroy.
"Honoka," Jian recited, bringing the binoculars back up. "She has two dominant colors. Pink and bright Orange. Love and Care. She is driven entirely by affection for her family. She is boringly good."
"Okay, okay, I get it," Mei Lin waved a hand. "Let's go. We have a dinner reservation."
"Wait," Jian said, a mischievous grin forming. "Let's do the cat and the son. I haven't read them yet."
Mei Lin face-palmed. "Jian. That is an invasion of privacy. And also, it's a cat."
"Shush, you're ruining the fun."
He focused on the small black lump in Akira's lap.
"Let's see..." Jian muttered. "The cat..."
He frowned. "She's sleeping. Her eyes are closed. I can't read her."
He sighed loudly. "Perfect timing. The universe conspires against my curiosity."
Mei Lin laughed at him. "Yeah, yeah, very funny. Karma."
"Whatever," Jian grumbled. He shifted the binoculars slightly. "Let's check the boy. Akira Shuzenji. The 'Little Phoenix'."
He adjusted the focus until Akira's half-lidded, crimson eyes filled his vision.
"Got him," Jian whispered. "Let's see what makes you tick, boy."
The roulette wheel in Jian's mind began to spin. Colors flashed.
"Pink," Jian noted. "Wow. A lot of Pink. Loving. With looks like that, he's a deadly combination. A romantic."
Mei Lin shook her head. "Just like you. Narcissist."
"Orange," Jian continued. "Caring. Protective. He cares deeply about his people. Nice."
The wheel spun again.
"Wait, there is more."
"Blue?" Jian raised an eyebrow. "Heroism. Duty. Damn, he really is a good kid. Loaded with good stats. He's like a paladin."
"See?" Mei Lin said, pushing off the wall. "He's a good kid. Mystery solved. Let's go."
"But..." Jian paused.
The roulette wheel in his vision didn't stop. It spun again. A fourth slot clicked into place.
"Wow," Jian breathed. "Four core personalities? That's a first. Usually, people are simple. Two, maybe three. He's complex. Hahahaha!"
But his laughter died in his throat.
Mei Lin stopped walking. She heard the shift in his tone. The playfulness vanished, replaced confusion.
"What?" she asked, turning back.
Jian lowered the binoculars slowly. His face was pale. He looked at Mei Lin with bewildered, frightened eyes.
"How is this even possible?" he whispered.
"Jian?" Mei Lin stepped closer. "What color?"
He looked at her. He looked back at the boy sitting peacefully on the bench, holding a sleeping cat and leaning against his mother.
"His fourth core personality," Jian said, his voice trembling.
"It's Black."
Mei Lin's eyes widened. She went still.
Black.
In all the years Jian had used his quirk, they had only seen Black a handful of times. It didn't mean anger (Red). It didn't mean greed (Green).
It meant Malice. It meant Sadism. It meant the desire to inflict suffering.
It was the color of villains.
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