As Aokiji rested for the day, he couldn't help but overthink. What if he fell asleep and woke up back in his real world — the world where he was just a regular college student?
"If this is just a dream, I really hope I never wake up," Aokiji thought as he slowly closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, he would still be in this new body, in this new world.
The next morning, Aokiji woke up to the familiar ceiling he had seen the day before. Instantly, he felt a surge of happiness. He was still in the MHA world. It wasn't exactly his favorite anime, but as the saying goes, beggars can't be choosers.
'Thank you to whoever sent me to this world. I won't waste this opportunity,' Aokiji thought gratefully as he got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready. He had been absent from school the previous day due to his quirk manifestation and the subsequent tests.
After showering, he headed downstairs to the dining hall to have breakfast with his new parents. But when he entered, he was surprised by the serious expressions on their faces. Fubuki's face was calm but tense, while Goro was staring at him with a stern expression.
"Aokiji, come sit down, please," Fubuki said, her tone gentle yet serious.
Aokiji felt a knot forming in his stomach as he walked toward the table. The atmosphere was heavy, and his attempt to break the tension with a joke only made it worse.
"What is it? You look so serious, you'd think I just killed someone," Aokiji said with a nervous chuckle.
Neither Goro nor Fubuki smiled. If anything, the tension in the room seemed to thicken.
"Aokiji," Goro began, his deep voice unwavering. "We have something important to discuss."
Aokiji swallowed, suddenly feeling like a child being scolded.
"Your father and I talked yesterday about your quirk," Fubuki said, folding her hands on the table. "It's incredibly powerful, as you know. But we also fear the potential consequences if it ever gets out of hand."
Aokiji's heart sank.
'Oh no,' he thought, panic starting to rise. 'Are they going to ban me from becoming a hero because they're scared of what I might do?'
Fubuki continued, her eyes soft but serious. "Since your quirk is so strong, we believe you should be homeschooled — at least until you can fully control it. We don't want you to accidentally hurt someone or lose control and cause serious damage."
Aokiji blinked, relief flooding through him. For a moment, he had feared they would stop him from pursuing his dream of becoming a hero. But being homeschooled? That was nothing. In fact, it was better than nothing. In his previous life, he was a bit of a loner anyway, and his current self didn't have any close friends, given that everyone thought he was quirkless.
"That's it?" Aokiji said, leaning back in his chair. "I thought you were going to tell me I couldn't become a hero or something. Homeschooling is fine. I can always make friends when I get to U.A. Anyway, I'm more focused on training my quirk and getting stronger."
Fubuki's serious expression softened, a sigh of relief escaping her. "Are you sure? Homeschooling can be isolating. You'll miss out on the usual school experience and being around kids your age."
Aokiji shrugged. "Honestly, that's already happening. Most of the kids at school ignored me anyway since they thought I was quirkless. Besides, now I can control my own schedule and train as much as I want. I want to be the strongest hero. You don't have to worry about me."
Goro and Fubuki exchanged glances, both releasing a deep breath. They had been so worried that Aokiji would resent them for the decision. Fubuki, in particular, felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
Goro smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing. "That's our boy. You're going to be a monster of a hero, Aokiji. Just wait and see."
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After the discussion, the maids brought out breakfast, placing a variety of dishes on the table. Aokiji needed to eat a lot to fuel his upcoming training session, and Goro, as usual, also ate a large amount — more out of habit than necessity. The maids and kitchen staff were already accustomed to Goro's voracious appetite, so when Aokiji started eating more yesterday, they quickly adjusted, preparing even larger portions to accommodate both father and son.
As Aokiji and Goro ate, Fubuki watched them in silence. The more Aokiji grew, the more he started to resemble Goro. Their mannerisms, the way they ate, even their presence at the table — it was almost uncanny. And while it warmed her heart to see them bonding, it also unsettled her slightly.
After two hours of eating, Aokiji was finally ready for his first day of training. Excitement buzzed through him. This was the first real step toward his dream of becoming a hero — a dream that was impossible in his previous life but now felt more attainable than ever.