It's later in the day when my dad gets home. 'Apparently he works for some combustible fuel production company. I mean makes sense his Quirk is a combustible fuel.'
'Talk about a work place accident waiting to happen. Actually no nevermind most people have resistances to what their Quirk can do. Like my explosions, endeavors fire, shigarakis decay, etc. The only time it's not like that when your parents Quirk factors don't agree or you got the Quirk through non-genetic means.' I pinch myself again. 'That habit will be bad if I actually become a hero.'
That thought causes me to pause. 'Do I want to be a hero? Is that really what I want from this life? Is a person like me really hero material?'
"Son, are you alright? You've been standing in the middle of the hallway with a frown that a child shouldn't have." Masaru asks bringing me out of my thoughts. I look up at him and can't help but see my own father for a second.
"Do I have to be a hero?" I can't help but ask. Masaru is shocked by the question and quickly kneels in front of me. "What do you mean son? Do you not want to be a hero?"
'Ah shit how to spin this?' "Well ever since I got this Quirk. all anyone's told me is I'll be a great hero one day. But I don't know if I want to be a hero. Sure all might is cool and all but that isn't me. But worst of all what if I try to be a hero... and I fail?"
His eyes widen in shock at my rant and he puts a hand on my shoulder. "Son you can do anything you want in life, and as long as you put your mind to it you won't fail. Now, why don't you go to bed and stop worrying about it." He pats my head as he stand up and walks away.
"Thank you and I will dad."
*pov change Masaru.*
As I walk in the door of my house. "I'm home!" Mitsuki comes around the corner. "How was your day?" I frown immediately at her response.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" She gives me a look. "What's that supposed to mean?" I just laugh "you would normally scold me about not yelling as soon as I get home. So what's wrong?" She bites her lip slightly. "Katsuki awakened his Quirk." I pause "and what's the bad news."
She sighs "he's been acting weird all day. He's more subdued and I can't tell what's wrong. He should be happy right?" As she starts to get emotional I wrap her in a hug. "It'll be okay I'll go talk to him alright?"
I lead my wife to the couch and get her to sit down. I then walk upstairs to get to my son's room only to see him standing in the middle of the hallway with a frown.
I stare at him for a second but he doesn't come out of his head. "Son are you alright? You've been standing in the middle of the hallway with a frown a child shouldn't have."
In his half dazed state he asks a question. "Do I have to be a hero?" 'This is more serious than I thought.' I kneel in front of him and look him in the eye. "What do you mean son? Do you not want to be a hero?"
He seems to think for a moment."Well ever since I got this Quirk. all anyone's told me is I'll be a great hero one day. But I don't know if I want to be a hero. Sure all might is cool and all but that isn't me. But worst of all what if I try to be a hero... and I fail?"
I pause for a second and put a hand on his shoulder. "Son you can do anything you want in life, and as long as you put your mind to it you won't fail. Now, why don't you go to bed and stop worrying about it." 'I'm sorry Son I should have warned you about the expectations society would place on you.' I pat his head as I walk away.
"Thank you and I will dad." 'Did my son just say thank you. It must have been bothering him more than he wanted to show.' I make my way into the living room. My looking at me expectantly.
I just sigh 'I almost forgot the whole reason I had that talk.' "He's fine just worried about his future. As soon as awakened his Quirk he's apparently had alot of expectations placed on him. He wasn't sure he could meet them, much less wanted to meet them."
"So it was that doctors fault. The second he came up to me talking about the potential of his Quirk, I was tempted to swap doctors then." I just laugh a bit. "That will definitely do it. Although I've never seen him think that deeply on anything." She gives me a glare. "Are you calling my son stupid?"
'Your son? that's my son too.' I put up my hands in surrender. "You know that's not what I meant. I just mean he usually isn't the type to worry. I mean he even told me thank you, without either one of us forcing it out of him." I say with a grin knowing he's never told her thank you for anything.
Seeing her glare I knew I shouldn't have bragged. I quickly dodge a thrown remote. "Well would you look at the time I should really get a shower, Love you." I say as I run away upstairs. Barely dodging a thrown pillow.
*pov mc*
Hearing running and laughing as well as things being thrown I can't help but snort into my pillow. 'What are they doing down there?'
I spend a moment staring off into the darkness of my room. I then get a thought. 'I know I'll ask the main character of this world. I'll see him tomorrow after all. I don't know my plans for the future, but I'll deal with it for now.'