MHA 2025!

The train rattled to a stop, its metallic screech a fitting soundtrack to the knot of anxiety tightening in Denki Kaminari's stomach. It had been nearly a year since he'd left for U.A., and the thought of returning home, even for a short visit, had always been a mix of bittersweet anticipation and dread. He loved his parents, he really did, but navigating their expectations had always felt like walking through a minefield.

His father, Kenji, aka Electrix, a powerhouse of controlled electric shocks, and his mother, Shira, known as Laser Tag, a precise and powerful laser wielder – they were both pro heroes, forces to be reckoned with. Growing up in their shadow had been… intense. He hadn't exactly inherited their finesse, his own electricity quirk prone to short-circuiting his brain.

As he pushed open the familiar front door, the comfortable, if somewhat sterile, house felt more like a pressure chamber. And then, the shouting hit him like a physical blow.

His parents, faces flushed and contorted in anger, were locked in a heated argument with a young woman he'd never seen before. She was fierce, her black hair streaked with a single, stark lightning bolt, black lightning bolt earrings glinted as she shook her head. Her black and yellow hero suit, a sharp contrast to the muted tones of the house, seemed to hum with barely contained energy.

"You can't keep me a secret in the dark!" she yelled, her voice sharp and resonating. "He deserves to know, and you need to stop suffocating him with your expectations! It's not fair!"

Denki's jaw dropped. Who was this woman, defending him with such raw fury? He recognized his name being thrown in the back and forth. He sank against the wall, unnoticed, trying to absorb the scene unfolding before him. The argument escalated, her frustration mounting, until, with a flash of pure cerulean energy, blue lasers, crackling with electricity, erupted around her hands.

It was beautiful and terrifying, like a miniature storm contained in a human vessel. The display jerked something awake in Denki. This was going too far.

"STOP!" he shouted, the word echoing in the sudden silence that descended upon the room. All three heads snapped towards him, their argument momentarily forgotten. His parents looked shocked, Shira's lips formed a frown and Kenji's eyes narrowed in disappointment. The other woman just watched him with a look of relief.

"What's going on?" Denki asked, his voice tight with a confusion. He scanned his parents faces to gain some kind of insight but they both avoided his gaze. "Who is that?" He pointed to the woman.

Shira and Kenji exchanged a quick look, then, without a word, they turned and marched into the adjacent room, leaving the tension hanging in the air like electricity. Denki let out a frustrated sigh, dropping onto the nearest sofa. The black haired woman followed, softly sitting next to him, her yellow eyes, that seemed so similar to Denki's, watching him with a sad calm.

"I guess... I guess I deserve an explanation." He said, his voice quiet.

The woman nodded, her gaze searching his. "My name is Kimura," she began, her voice softer now, yet still imbued with the same conviction that had fueled her argument. "I'm your older sister."

Denki stared at her, the revelation hitting him like one of his dad's electric shocks. "My... sister?" He repeated, his mind struggling to process this new information.

Kimura nodded again, then leaned in, her voice a low murmur. "Our parents… they put me in a training camp as soon as my quirk manifested. At five years old, they never looked back." She continued, her voice laced with a bitter edge, "They didn't contact me again until I made it into the top twenty hero charts. I've been working for the government ever since."

Denki felt a cold dread settle in his chest. He couldn't comprehend the cruelty, the utter disregard for their own child. His parents, who had always preached responsibility and family, had abandoned their own daughter, leaving her to navigate the brutal world of pro-hero training on her own.

"Why?" Denki whispered, the unanswered question hanging heavy between them. Why would they do that? Why would they do that to their own daughter and then not even bother telling him?

Kimura shrugged, a flicker of hurt in her expression. "They said I was to become the best pro hero, that I would bring them greater recognition. That I was stronger than you. That I would be their legacy."

The words stung, not with jealousy, but with a profound sadness for both of them. He had always felt the weight of their expectations, but Kimura had shouldered it all, alone. He looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. Her eyes, so clear and strong, held a story of sacrifice and resilience. He had always felt that their parents had given up on him, that he wasn't good enough but now he realized they had done worse.

They talked for hours that night, the two siblings connecting over shared experiences they never knew they had. Kimura told him about her life, the grueling training, the loneliness, the desire to be acknowledged and loved. Denki shared his own struggles, the frustration of his quirk, the constant pressure to live up to his parents' expectations. He learned that she was known as Shockx, a hero recognized for her powerful laser electric abilities. They laughed, they cried, and for the first time, Denki felt a sense of belonging that had always eluded him.

As the night drew to a close and the house fell silent except for their soft breathing, Denki lay in bed, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He was angry at his parents, a burning anger he hadn't felt before. How could they be so cruel, so blind to the hurt they had caused? But amidst the anger, there was also a sense of relief, a feeling of closure he hadn't known was possible. He had found his sister, and with her, he found an understanding, a sense of connection that had been missing in his life.

He closed his eyes, the image of Kimura's blue electric lasers still burned in his mind. He went to sleep that night not with a heavy burden, but with the knowledge that he wasn't alone. He knew he had to talk to his parents, to confront them with the truth and to understand why had done all that. But for the first time since coming home, he felt lighter, he finally understood what it meant to have a family. He had a sister.