-Fast Forward: Age-4
I sat on the floor, watching Mother move around the kitchen. Sayaka. She floated ingredients through the air, guiding them into place as she cooked. Nothing rushed, nothing out of control. Just steady, quiet movements. Telekinesis.
Father, Hiroshi, was at the table, sorting papers into neat stacks. He wasn't using his quirk right now. He didn't need to. He worked calmly, adjusting things without thinking too much about it.
I reached for a book near my foot and let my fingers rest on it. A small push went through it. The book slid forward a little.
I watched it carefully.
If I did nothing, it still moved a bit on its own. If I added something, even just a little, it went further. That was all it was. Simple.
I tried again, this time with a bit more intent. The book shifted faster, stopping a little farther away. Not random. Not messy. It moved exactly how I expected.
I stayed quiet, thinking.
As I grew… I was starting to understand it. Not all at once. Just little pieces, slowly fitting together. What I touched, I could push. Not with strength, but with something more precise than that.
I reached for the toy car next to me and tapped it lightly. A small push. It rolled across the floor, bumping softly into the leg of the table.
I watched the distance it traveled. The timing. The way it stopped.
Then I turned slightly and placed my hand against the side of a chair. Heavier. I pushed, just a little. The chair gave a faint scrape against the floor, shifting barely an inch.
That was enough.
I didn't need more right now.
Mother moved past me, a plate floating beside her before settling onto the table. She didn't look down, just continued cooking like always.
Father stacked the last of his papers and adjusted them neatly.
Everything felt normal. Quiet.
I pressed my hand against the book again, giving it one last small push. It slid forward, smooth and controlled.
Yeah… that was enough.
"Dinner's ready!" Mother called.
I stood up and walked over. She was already placing the last dishes on the table, everything set neatly without a single sound out of place.
Father pulled out his chair and sat down. I took my seat quietly.
Mother smiled a little as she sat. "Eat before it gets cold."
I nodded and picked up my food.
They talked a little—small things, nothing important. I listened, but didn't say much. I didn't need to.
The room felt warm. Calm. Familiar.
I ate quietly, letting the moment pass like any other day.