My Hero Academia: The Hidden Pulse

The sun rose over the Hoshino family estate, casting warm rays across the quiet home. Inside, a small figure sat on the floor, engrossed in his toys. His wide, curious eyes looked at the shapes and colors with fascination, but his mind was already starting to wander. At four years old, Kairo Hoshino was beginning to understand the world around him, even if he didn't fully comprehend it just yet. He could feel something inside him—something powerful—but he hadn't yet figured out what it was.

Today, like every day, his mother, Rika, was busy in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared breakfast. His father, Ryuto, was reading the morning news in the living room, his gaze flicking occasionally to Kairo. Despite the calm and peaceful atmosphere of their home, Ryuto knew that his son's future was going to be anything but ordinary. The boy had always seemed different, even as a baby. But now, as Kairo grew, Ryuto couldn't help but wonder about the kind of person he would become.

Kairo's Point of View

Kairo stood up, shaking the last remnants of sleep from his body. His hands, always busy, felt strange today. They tingled, like a low hum was vibrating just beneath the surface of his skin. It wasn't the first time he had felt it, but it was growing stronger every day. He had asked his parents about it before, but they only smiled and said it was nothing to worry about. "Maybe it's your Quirk beginning to show up," his father had said.

"Quirk?" Kairo had asked, unsure of the meaning.

His mother had smiled kindly at him, brushing his hair from his forehead. "A Quirk is a special ability that everyone gets when they grow up. Some are powerful, others are subtle, but they're part of who you are. You'll find yours soon."

Kairo didn't really understand what they meant, but he knew that his parents had been heroes once. His father, Ryuto, had been a Pro Hero with incredible strength, while his mother, Rika, had worked in the shadows, using her Quirk to protect others. Kairo had always admired their quiet strength, even though they no longer fought villains or saved cities.

As Kairo played, his thoughts turned to the stories his parents sometimes told him about their past. Both Ryuto and Rika had attended prestigious hero schools, where they honed their Quirks and learned how to fight. Ryuto had been a top student, his Quirk—Seismic Pulse—a perfect match for his natural strength. He had trained for years to control his shockwaves, learning to harness their power for the greater good.

"I was always one of the strongest," Ryuto would say with a hint of pride. "But I also learned that strength alone doesn't make a hero."

Rika's past was different. She had been a quiet, reserved student, with a Quirk that allowed her to create vibration fields around her body. It wasn't as flashy as Ryuto's power, but it was just as effective. While Ryuto had been praised for his feats, Rika had often found herself in the background, saving lives without anyone knowing. But it had been in those quiet moments that she had found her true strength. She had never craved fame or recognition. She simply wanted to protect people.

Their time at school had been full of trials and tribulations, but both had risen to the top in their own way. Ryuto had been sought after by many for his strength, while Rika had built her own reputation quietly, relying on her intelligence and resourcefulness rather than raw power.

Kairo's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden burst of laughter from the yard. He looked outside to see his friends playing in the sunlight. They were all around his age—small, energetic children with big dreams. Kairo smiled, his heart swelling with excitement as he ran outside to join them.

"Hey, Kairo!" one of his friends, Kento, called out. "Want to see my Quirk?"

Kento was always boasting about his abilities. He could move things with his mind, a telekinetic Quirk that seemed amazing to Kairo and the others. Kento loved showing off, and today, as usual, he was eager to demonstrate his power.

With a grin, Kento raised his hand and lifted a small rock into the air, sending it spinning around him with incredible precision. "One day, I'm going to be the strongest hero ever. I'll fight anyone and win!"

The other kids clapped and cheered, but Kairo simply watched, a thoughtful expression on his face. He had always admired Kento's Quirk, but something about the way Kento boasted about it made Kairo uncomfortable. It wasn't just the strength or the flash of it that he found impressive—it was the way Kento treated it like a game. As if being a hero was about power and fame, not about helping others.

"I'm going to be a hero, too," said Mei, another friend of Kairo's. "I can make illusions! Imagine being able to create a whole world with my powers. I'll trick villains into thinking they're somewhere else and take them down with ease!"

Kairo smiled at his friends. They were full of dreams and ambition, but something inside him told him that being a hero wasn't about showing off or competing with others. It wasn't about how powerful or flashy your Quirk was—it was about what you did with it.

As the day went on, Kairo sat quietly, watching the others play. He knew his Quirk was something different—he could feel it in his hands, in the way the world around him seemed to vibrate at the edges. He wasn't sure yet what it was, but he had an idea.

"I'm going to be a hero," Kairo muttered to himself. "But not like them. I'll be a hero who helps people, no matter what my Quirk is."

He had heard stories of heroes who used their powers for fame, for glory, and for recognition, but Kairo didn't care about any of that. What mattered to him was helping others, protecting people, and making the world a better place.

Even if his Quirk wasn't flashy or strong, even if it was something no one understood yet, he knew that his journey would be his own. And in his heart, Kairo Hoshino believed that, with the right ideals, he could become a true hero—one who would make a difference in ways others couldn't even imagine.