I was in my backyard, lying on the ground, staring up at the sky.
In my hand, I held the Potara.
I was thinking.
That doctor was very specific…
I muttered, a bit nervous.
I slowly stood up with this kid's body and looked down.
The Potara glowed faintly.
How the hell did I end up with this quirk?
I thought, confused.
I shook my head and looked toward the door.
In the end, the doctor couldn't run any tests. No kid wanted to fuse with me… mostly because of their parents. And honestly, I don't blame them. If something went wrong, they'd basically lose their kid.
Yeah… I'd pass too.
I sighed.
I put the Potara back on my ear and started running around the yard.
If the doctor wasn't wrong, my quirk depends on my life energy.
To me…
This is ki.
Whatever.
From a window inside the house, my parents were watching me.
"Hey… do you think he'll get bullied because of his quirk?" my mom asked, worried.
My dad stared for a few seconds.
"Not at all… or maybe he will," he said, unsure.
They looked at each other.
…
…
…
"Should we take him to work with us… just in case?"
"We should," my dad said thoughtfully.
My mom sighed, a bit more relieved.
"That way he can relax a little…"
"Got it," he replied.
They both looked outside again.
Their son.
Running around the yard like a lunatic…
Training.
2 weeks later:
Some kids asked me what my quirk was.
When I told them, some got curious… others just shook their heads… and some even tried to grab the Potara to put it on themselves.
Yeah, no way I was fusing with them.
I looked ahead.
A girl was awakening her quirk. She was the last one in class.
"My name is Ochaco Uraraka… my quirk is gravity."
She said it while showing her fingers, which now had pads.
I nodded.
Good quirk, honestly.
I looked toward the window. My reflection made the Potara shine slightly.
I need to control my quirk…
but for now, I'll focus on my body and energy.
After class, I left the classroom with the others.
Some said goodbye.
Others looked at me weird.
Didn't care.
If they wanted to hang out, cool.
If not… their loss.
At the exit, my dad was waiting.
As always, hyped about his son.
I walked up to him and we left like usual.
Music blasting.
A banger.
Cristian Castro.
"Son…," my dad said.
"Yes?" I replied, looking at him.
"Today you're coming with me to work… ready?"
I already knew he was some kind of guard or head of security, so I nodded.
"Behave yourself… there's a lot of money there."
I looked at him.
…
…
…
"Yeah, sure… I won't steal anything."
He glanced at me.
"That's not what I meant… but it works."
When we arrived, I looked around.
Big place.
I sat to the side and watched my dad.
That day he had to monitor cameras…
And more cameras…
And more cameras.
Damn.
12 hours watching screens.
I fell asleep.
And when we left… yeah, still asleep.
I'm a kid, okay?
1 week later:
My dad has a good job. Pays well.
My mom… no idea. She's like a guard too… or mixes stuff with permits using her quirk.
Honestly, I don't want to know if she's doing something illegal, so I just ignore it.
I was in the playground area.
Sitting on a swing.
Talking to myself like a lunatic.
Some kids came up asking if I wanted to play.
I said no.
They left.
They knew I had good stamina and wanted to use me to win races.
Smart little bastards.
Didn't know kids these days were this clever.
The bell rang.
I ran to class.
Math.
Addition.
Great.
Everyone started solving problems.
I pretended to struggle… then answered correctly.
I'm not trying to get labeled as a genius.
No thanks.
Later we had to draw in pairs.
I got paired with gravity girl.
Uraraka… I think.
She looked at me happily.
We started drawing a rose.
Honestly, I wanted to make something nice…
But then I remembered kids can ruin everything, so I gave up.
"I'm telling you it's green," Uraraka said, annoyed.
…
…
…
"I'm pretty sure this is skin color," I said, pointing.
"No, this is skin color."
I looked.
Blue.
…
…
…
"That's blue."
"It's skin."
…
…
…
"Are you colorblind?" I asked, frustrated.
"I'm not colorblind… and I don't even know her."
…
…
…
I sighed.
"Fine. Let's use blue."
We turned in the drawing.
The teacher looked at it like: what the hell is this…
But said it was fine.
I knew the monstrosity we created.
No way I'm letting that ruin my record.
Next time I draw alone.
"Kurose, we should draw more often. This came out better than the others," Uraraka said, smiling… missing like five teeth.
…
…
…
I nodded.
Not worth arguing.
After school, I went home and decided to try something.
My quirk energy.
If I call it ki… can I use ki attacks?
…
I sat on the grass and started meditating.
My mom watched me like I was insane.
Then just walked away.
Great parenting.
I felt something.
The Potara's energy.
But…
How the hell do I shape this?
1 minute.
2.
3.
10…
1 hour.
…
…
…
I sighed.
Not working.
I'll try again tomorrow.
1 month later:
Hand extended.
Focused.
I could feel it now.
Clearly.
But didn't know what to do with it.
Sweat dripping.
My dad watching from inside.
"…Is this kid gonna stay in that JoJo pose all day or what?" he thought.
I ignored him.
Focused.
My brain at 120%.
Sparks appeared.
Yellow.
Small… but real.
More lights.
My dad rubbed his eyes.
Thought he was hallucinating.
Veins popped.
My hand trembled.
And then—
A blade formed.
Made of energy.
Like Vegito's.
But unstable.
It vanished.
And I dropped.
Exhausted.
My dad peeked.
"…you still alive, son?"
I nodded.
"Good… your mom would kill me otherwise."
We sat in silence.
"You know… I wanted to be a hero once."
I looked at him.
"But I never got the chance."
He looked at the sky.
"You do."
…
"I'll support you no matter what."
…
"You can be whatever you want."
…
"Even if you fail… just try."
…
"You might not remember this when you're older…"
…
"But I'll always support you."
…
"You're… my pride."
He patted my head and left.
…
I won't forget that.
…
Though… it would've been nice if he helped me stand up.
7 years old:
Now I'm 7.
At school.
Talking to classmates.
Refusing sleepovers.
No way.
Kids cry like crazy.
5–8 together?
Hell no.
I helped a kid with math.
"7 × 8 = 56."
Explained it simply.
He got it.
I nodded.
Nothing special.
Later, in the bathroom…
I looked down.
Tears slipped out.
I missed my old life.
…
But whatever.
I washed my hands and noticed one Potara was dirty.
Took it off.
Cleaned it.
It glowed.
"…so it activates outside my ear."
Put it back on.
Glow gone.
8 years old:
Now I'm 8.
Still training.
Energy sword.
Can hold it for 15 minutes now.
Still haven't used fusion.
Too risky.
No way I'm fusing randomly.
That's a real fear.
My mom watched me… eating cheesecake.
Hypocrisy level: god.
I kept training.
Holding the blade steady.
5 seconds… 10… 20…
My hand shook.
"Focus…"
Slow cuts.
The blade flickered.
Almost gone.
"Damn…"
Stabilized it.
Tried compressing it.
Worked…
For a few seconds.
Then gone.
Dropped to my knees.
Tired.
Not dead.
But close.
"You okay?" my mom asked.
"Yeah…"
I stood up again.
Once more.
End of Part 2