It had been two months since I was born.
And somehow… it felt like the longest two months of my life.
At first, I tried to act like a normal baby.
That didn't last long.
Because no matter how hard I tried, I was still a 25-year-old man stuck in an infant's body—and pretending to be mindless 24/7 was actually exhausting.
So yeah… the act slipped.
A lot.
I climbed out of my crib.
Yes—climbed.
At two months old.
Not just that—I could walk. Jump. Even run a little.
Of course, I made sure to stay careful. No need to completely expose myself and end up in some lab.
…Yet.
My mother, Cybele, already knew I wasn't normal physically.
But she didn't care.
At all.
And yeah—I should probably mention this too.
My mom is absurdly rich.
And my dad?
Nowhere to be seen.
Her name is Cybele Goldman.
I only learned how rich she actually was about a week ago—and completely by accident.
Turns out, she dominates the stock market like it's a game.
On top of that?
She's a supermodel.
Yeah… I hit the jackpot.
Also—important detail.
I'm not in Japan like the main cast of My Hero Academia.
Nope.
I'm in America.
More specifically—
Manhattan.
"Midas, you're awake."
My thoughts cut off as my mom picked me up, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Mother… hungry," I said, forcing the words out in a childish tone.
…God, that hurt my pride.
"Alright, my little golden boy. Mommy will fix you something, okay?" she said warmly.
She carried me downstairs and placed me in my baby chair before moving into the massive kitchen.
I glanced around, still not fully used to it.
This place was ridiculous.
Dark obsidian-like walls, spotless white carpets, and framed pictures of me and her lining the living room.
"I love having a rich mom," I thought.
Honestly? No shame.
"Here you go, golden boy."
I flinched slightly as she set a bowl in front of me.
Porridge.
Again.
Not that I minded.
"Thank you, Mommy," I said before immediately digging in.
And yeah…
I inhaled it.
"More."
She blinked, then laughed lightly before pouring another bowl.
Then another.
And another.
By the time I was done, the entire pot was empty.
Cybele stared at me, amused.
"Oh my, Midas… you're eating more every time."
If only she knew.
I stood up in my chair—
—and jumped down.
Landing cleanly.
No wobble.
No stumble.
I took off running toward the stairs, climbing them quickly.
No fatigue.
No strain.
It was like my body had endless stamina.
Behind me, I heard her footsteps.
"Ohh, Midas~," she called playfully.
I grinned and ducked into a closet, trying—and failing—to hold back my laughter.
A second later—
"I got you!"
She scooped me up, hugging me tightly as I laughed.
…I really liked this.
A caring mother.
Something I didn't have in my last life.
I slipped out of her arms and dropped to the ground.
Then—
Without thinking—
I picked her up.
Yeah.
Picked her up.
My tiny body—honestly looking closer to a four-year-old than a baby at this point—held her above me with ease.
And then I started running in circles.
She burst out laughing.
"You're such a strong boy, Midas!"
After a moment, I gently set her down.
She immediately picked me back up, smiling.
"Let's go get some ice cream."
I gave her a thumbs up.
[Some time later]
After changing clothes, we headed out and got into her black BMW M4 G80.
The engine roared to life.
I won't lie—I got excited.
"Midas, it looks like you're going to grow into a car lover like your mother," she teased.
Honestly?
Shes right I do love my cars.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at Dairy Queen.
She ordered a chocolate caramel milkshake.
And for me—
An Oreo milkshake.
The first sip hit, and—
…nostalgia.
it hit me hard.
Because back in my previous life, when I was a kid living in New York—upstate—I used to go to Dairy Queen all the time.
That same taste hadn't changed.
For a moment, I almost forgot everything else.
"Ms. Goldman."
A voice cut through the moment.
I looked up.
A tall man approached us, dressed casually but carrying himself with confidence.
"What is a beauty like you doing here at DQ?" he asked with a smirk.
My mom didn't even react at first.
Then she slowly turned, her expression flat.
"Howard," she said.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not interested."
"Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his chest dramatically.
Then his eyes shifted to me.
I stared right back at him—molten gold meeting curiosity.
"I'm guessing this is your child?"
"Yes," she replied.
"And no—you will not be his stepfather. Pervert."
He winced.
"Damn… harsh."
Then he smirked again.
"Well, one of my spouses recently gave birth to my son."
He paused.
"His name is Anthony Stark."
The moment I heard that name—
Everything stopped.
Anthony..
Stark..
Tony Stark?!
My eyes widened.
No way.
I slowly turned my head back toward the man.
That meant—
This guy was—
Howard Stark.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Don't tell me…
Marvel Cinematic Universe…
…and My Hero Academia…
…are merged.
Yeah.
No.
I did not sign up to deal with cosmic threats.
I'd rather fight All For One or Tomura Shigaraki any day over someone like Thanos.
Absolutely not.
I snapped back to reality just in time to see—
SMACK.
My mom slapped Howard across the face, sending him stumbling.
"Don't you dare talk about 'him,'" she said coldly.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me along.
"Come on, Midas. We're leaving. That man is making Mommy angry."
Her voice was tight as we got back into the BMW and drove off.
to be continued…