The story of a hero in my hero academia

Two Weeks Later

Two weeks have passed, and things with my new little sister have finally settled down. My mom has completely recovered since the delivery, but my sister has already made herself famous in the neighborhood — mostly thanks to her nightly crying.

My parents have now truly understood what it means to have a real newborn. Unlike me — I only cried when I was hungry or needed a diaper change.

We were sitting in the dining room in silence until my dad suddenly sighed and said,

"Ahhh, Hiro, you were so easy to raise. No crying, no screaming… I miss those days."

Yeah, right. All I did was poop and sleep.

"You had it too easy with Hiro. Now Ken, if Nozomi wakes up tonight, it's your turn," my mom replied.

Oof. She used his first name — that's never a good sign. That's the "you better shut up" tone.

Dad continued eating in silence with a sad, defeated look on his face.

 The Next Day

"Come on, Shinso, just five more!" I shouted encouragingly to Shinso, who was on the ground struggling to finish his push-ups.

Over the past nine months, he's completely changed. He finally awakened his quirk. At first, he was really down about it, but I helped him see it from another angle — helped him understand its true value.

"Ah… ah… ah…" he collapsed, breathing heavily.

Nice. I can see real progress. Of course, I'm not pushing him too far — he's only five years old, after all.

Come on, if anyone saw him like this, they'd think I'm a monster. No, no, he's still too young to break. I'll put him through hell later.

Cough cough—I mean, help him reach his full potential.

"Okay Shinso, good work. I'm going to train my techniques a little farther away," I said to my nearly unconscious friend, then walked off to resume my own training.

Two Years Later

Today's the day I finally start kendo—yes, that sport where people fight with wooden swords.

I decided to take it up because, well… I can't just keep throwing fireballs at people. That's how you become a villain, not a hero. I need a weapon, and I need real sword skills—and this is my chance.

Actually, just yesterday, I finally managed to cast the Great Fireball Jutsu. And man… it was majestic.

Well… until I ran out of chakra and fainted.

Not so majestic after all.

Now, here I am, staring at myself in the bedroom mirror.

Man, I look too good—blonde hair, blue eyes, and a height of 132 cm (4 feet 4 inches).

I look more like a 9-year-old than a 7-year-old.

"Hiro! Stop admiring yourself in the mirror and let's go, or you'll be late!" my mom yelled from downstairs.

Embarrassed, I grabbed my stuff, jumped in the car, and started my day.