The story of a hero in my hero academia

"Come on, blow your candle, Hiro," my mother said happily.

Well, now I had no choice.

"Fwoosh." I blew out the candle on my fourth birthday cake.

Yes, I've officially spent four happy years with my new family in this life—easily the best years I've ever had. My parents love me dearly, and I've never felt more wanted. Honestly, I could live like this forever… but of course, things are never that simple.

This past year, I've been stressing out about developing my quirk in secret—without letting my parents find out.

Fun fact? My mom did find out.

It happened while I was experimenting with lightning chakra behind the house. I was just one week away from telling them myself. But she caught me. Luckily, I managed to lie and said it was the first time something like that had happened. And just like that—they believed me.

Hehehe. My charm is just too strong.

Still, my mom insisted I get checked out by a doctor. So tomorrow, I have an appointment at the hospital to "see if I have a quirk." Little do they know, I've been training for years.

"Our little genius is finally four years old!" said my dad, ruffling my hair.

"What do you mean 'finally'?" my mom sniffled. "He grew up way too fast… It feels like just yesterday he called me 'mama' for the first time."

In our house, it's just the three of us—Mom, Dad, and me.

My maternal grandparents live far away and are too old to travel. I only see them once a year. My paternal grandparents passed away five years ago, before I was born. As for friends? I don't really have any. Honestly, I can't stand talking to bratty kids. So for now, we're a quiet little trio.

But tonight… something felt off. My parents kept exchanging strange looks—like they were hiding something.

"Well, Hiro," Dad began with a smirk, "we were going to tell you later, but it seems like your mother can't keep a secret."

"Tell me what?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"No, don't worry, it's nothing—" he tried to say, but Mom suddenly blurted out:

"I'm pregnant, Hiro!"

I froze.

It's not that I hate kids... but her words hit me harder than I expected.

I've spent these past four years trying to forget my old life, trying to move forward. But I can't forget everything. Especially not Steve.

My little brother.

He was the only good thing in my previous life. Five years younger than me, and after my mom died of a heart attack and our father abandoned us, I raised him alone from age 11, for 6 years we were everithing for each other. I studied hard, worked jobs, did everything I could for him—but…

I failed him. I died. And left him alone.

Now… another sibling?

What if I mess up again?

"Hiro? What's with that long face?" Mom asked gently.

"Nothing, Mom. I'm just surprised," I replied, forcing a smile to hide the pain.

"Okay, honey. It's getting late. You should head to bed—we have to wake up early for the hospital tomorrow."

"Okay… good night."

I gave them both a kiss, then quietly walked to my room.

Heart heavy. Mind racing.