The story of a hero in my hero academia

Five minutes after Hiro went back to his room

Third-person POV

"What happened to him?" asked Hiro's father with a concerned look.

"I don't really know. Sometimes it feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He makes expressions that a kid his age shouldn't even know," answered the blonde woman.

"And why can't he make any friends? He only likes to read or do things alone in the garden... Why doesn't he get along with other kids the way he does with us?" continued Hana, clearly emotional.

Ken hugged her from behind and said, "Come on, we've known since he started talking that he wasn't going to be an ordinary kid. As for the things he's feeling… we can only wait for him to open up about them. So let's not worry too much," he added, kissing her forehead.

"Okay," Hiro's mom replied softly, and with that, they went to bed too.

End third-person POV

The next day

"Come on, Hiro, let's go or we'll be late for the appointment," said my mom.

"Yes, yes, I'm ready, let's go," I replied, rushing down the stairs.

Damn, I'm always late… curse my heavy sleep.

"Okay, let's go," she said as we walked out the door.

And with that, we got in the car and started our day.

30 minutes later

Mmm... so this is the hospital where the Nomus are kept?

Or maybe not yet...

Anyway, we arrived and went inside.

"In ten minutes, the doctor will let you in," a young nurse told us.

We sat and waited until the door finally opened and a short, bald old man with glasses called out:

"Hi, I'm Dr. Kyudai Garaki, and I'll be doing the check-up on this young man. Please, come in."

So we entered the office.

What are you staring at, you old snitch? I thought to myself, noticing his oddly curious gaze.

"Hmmm… you seem older than four, young man," the doctor said with a suspicious smile.

Well, how can I argue with that?

I'm 120 cm tall (3 ft 11 in) and pure handsomeness.

I look more like a seven-year-old than a four-year-old. Must be the effect of circulating chakra daily.

My mom seemed flattered by the comment, but I wasn't. I could tell he was interested in my quirk.

After that, he had me do some exercises and use a few strange machines.

In the end, I sat down next to my mom as he spoke.

"Okay, based on what you told me, madam, and from the tests your son has completed, it appears he has an energy-type quirk. It's a dormant energy that supports his physical development, and your son can already activate it."

Shit, he's too good at this...

"Is it dangerous for my son?" my mom asked, worried.

"No, no. If it hasn't harmed him so far, there's nothing to be afraid of," the doctor replied, still eyeing me curiously.

I was ready for this. I'd trained in chakra control for years now, and since I don't have a huge amount of it, it's easier to manage.

Then, the doctor handed me a ball about the size of a baseball and said:

"Now, try to concentrate that energy in your hand and crush the ball. Don't worry, it's very sturdy."

Alright. All or nothing.

I began squeezing the ball, focusing as little chakra as possible into my palm.

My hand started to glow faintly—just a soft shimmer—until the doctor told me to stop, looking slightly disappointed.

"Madam, your son seems to have an enhancement-type quirk that helps him grow stronger and faster. It doesn't seem harmful, so there's no need to worry," he said with a fake smile.

"Thank God. I was really worried," my mom said, relieved.

And just like that, I slipped under this old doctor's radar… and his creepy old friend, for now.

Afterward, we went out for ice cream and then headed home.