I blasted out of the room, the extra weight added by the three people I was carrying being negligible to me due to my strength.

I knew where the heat was coming from - my mother. Her Quirk tended to act up when her emotions got out of control and I could only imagine the anguish she was currently feeling and how it would affect her Quirk.

Hearing a shouting voice and more heat, along with a pleading voice and a chilling wind, I knew Enji and Rei were working their best to suppress her. It was then that I realized I'd left Shoto there but he was close to his mother so I didn't give it any more mind.

'His mother would protect him, so let's focus on what I've got to deal with know...' I looked down at Ayako who had tears pouring from her eyes. She'd seen what I had - our father dying in All Might's arms - and I could only imagine how it affected her.

I'm a reincarnator, I've experienced the death of people before in my past life and yet, this still hurt me to my very core, let alone a 6-year-old who'd never experienced the death of a loved one before.

I came to a stop a bit down the corridor and I placed the three kids down. Fuyumi and Natsuo looked at me with surprised looks which quickly turned to thankful but guilty ones. It was probably because they had to rely on a child who'd just lost his father.

Ayako instantly latched back onto me, digging his head into my chest. I felt the tears build up in my eyes, what just happened finally catching up to me as the adrenaline from the earlier escape started to fade.

I put my arms around her and squeezed her further into me. Both for her sake and for mine. Ayako didn't reject it and I could feel the faint sobbing coming from her. The sobbing intensified before she was crying her eyes out, screaming her pain.

Usually, I'd try to stop her because her quirk was activating, making her soundwaves act like miniature blades which cut into me. But I didn't, I just stood there, activated my Quirk and absorbed all the damage she could dish out.

Luckily, my body muffled and absorbed most of the sound, so I didn't have to worry about Fuyumi and Natsuo getting hurt.

I felt my sister's pain, I felt my own pain, but I didn't throw it away. No, I wouldn't allow it to traumatize me. I'd use this as a reminder and I'd hold it in my hold, so tight that it burns, and I thought to myself, 'No one else will ever have to feel this pain...! Never again! Not on my watch...!' despite my strong exterior I broke down crying with my sister but I resolved myself.

I resolved myself to be a hero for two objectives. To stop this hollow feeling from spreading to any other people...and my second objective is to destroy every AFO has built.

My fists clenched until they couldn't clench any further, my nails digging into my skin. My sister had slowly stopped screaming and simply hugged me, knowing I was also in the pain she was in, 'She really has always been a clever kid...' I felt the tears coming from my eyes and I suddenly heard a voice behind me.

"Tatsuya, you'll be living with us for a while..." I turned to see my Uncle and Aunt with my passed out mother in my uncle's arms. Enji looked regretful about something as he looked at me.

Rei on the other hand quickly rushed toward me and Ayako before enveloping us in a hug, along with Shoto who was in her arms. 'I'm glad I at least have a semi-competent uncle and a loving Aunt..' I let myself be pulled into the hug, mainly for Ayako's benefit if anything.

And just like that, the day my father died was burned into my memory.

. . .

Soon after that, my mother was put in a mental hospital for her own safety and others. She was in there to become rehabilitated so she could be a functioning mother for us and in the meantime, I and Ayako moved in with Shoto and his family.

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It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and it seemed mine and Ayako's presence seemed to bring the family together somehow. Not that either I or Ayako really noticed, we were still in the mists of grief.

The first few weeks were the hardest. Ayako wouldn't stop crying whenever she realized we'd never see dad again and I felt my stomach form into nauseating knots whenever I remembered what happened to him.

We tried to appear okay to not worry Rei or Shoto but we never really felt it.

But overall, we were fine, considering what happened to our mother. Neither Ayako or I were mentally traumatized like our mother so while we were incredibly sad, we weren't broken and we could still function like regular people.

My Uncle kept my mom's business running with his current shares in the business and his status as the new Number #2 Hero helping him steer the business into safety. Obviously, it was kept secret that my mother was in a mental rehabilitation hospital because if that got out the business would probably collapse or the board would elect a new head to take over in my mother's steed.

Staying with the Todoroki's only lasted for just under a year as my mother was let out of the hospital. It was safe to say that she wasn't the same mother I knew.

The loving mother that I seemed to have lost on that day was replaced with a cold woman, so cold in fact that she barely treated me or Ayako like her children. But I kept hope as there were still occasions where I'd see my old mother. Times where she'd nearly slip up and call me 'Ta-chan' or times when she'd smile when Ayako or I would say we loved her.

But there was also the annoying fact that despite his coldness, she became secretly incredibly overprotective. She took me out of Elementary School and had me homeschooled along with Ayako. In her words "You will be homeschooled until you can prove you can protect yourself, Tatsuya," and I couldn't help but sigh every time I heard them.

Nonetheless, I obliged (not like I had much choice, I was only 9-years-old) and I was homeschooled.

A month after she came back, we held a private funeral for my father, one where all three of us cried our eyes out, giving me even more hope that my mother was still in there beneath that cold exterior.

In better news, being homeschooled gave me more time to train with my old man and Aizawa. My mom let me go because Aizawa always picked me up to go to the Dojo anyway, so she at least trusted that I'd be okay with him.

Aizawa and the Old Man gave me sympathy once and never again after that - and I was grateful for that. There was nothing worse than feeling the sympathetic gazes on you when you just wanted to get on with your life. Even worse was to be labeled as a pathetic kid who's dad died and his mom's a bit cuckoo.

Past this point, other than throwing myself into more intense training and fights with Aizawa and the old man to distract myself, I didn't really do much else other than helping Ayako master her Quirk - which was going along surprisingly well.

Years past by and I slowly but surely got closer and closer to the start of the plot. My training was going well and when I turned 12 I started to learn the martial art the old man and Aizawa had made together. It didn't have a name but from what I'd been taught it was incredible.

In theory, it was just a mixture of many different martial arts but when applied properly in a fight, it outperformed all of these martial arts by a considerable amount. The only problem was that I had to have all the properties these martial arts needed.

For some I needed speed and flexibility, others I needed strength and durability and it was at times like this that I thanked my past self for getting my [Bodily Booster] Quirk because without it I wouldn't have the body that could have all of those properties and more.

By now, I could safely say I could protect myself against most Villains and if I couldn't fight them, I was confident in my ability to escape them. But still, my mother refused to let me go to middle school, saying that she needed me to stay home for one more year.

So I obliged and continued to be homeschooled and then go to train at the Dojo. I did this for a year and got my mother to send me to middle school, this time she couldn't deny me as she remembered the last time, so she had to send me to middle school.

I mainly wanted to go because I wanted to socialize. It was getting cramped only spending time in my house studying or training at the dojo and because my mother wouldn't let visitors come to our house I couldn't meet Shoto or his siblings. So as much as I hated school, it was my only way to socialize.

The school I would be going to was an Academy that catered to the rich and elite of society, so I could expect to meet some brats there but also maybe some budding beauties. This is an anime world after all and if the girl's clever she'll most likely be beautiful as well.

So here I am, on my first day of Middle School. Looking at a class who were looking back at me. The boys obviously annoyed because of my looks, while the girls being absolutely enamored with my looks.

Other than one girl.

"Momo?" "Tatsuya?!" I looked at the budding girl in front of me. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail that was quite high. Her black eyes sparkled with happiness and her cheeks were slightly covered in a red blush.