-Sunlight spreads across the floor and reaches the bed. Eyes open. Quiet hums drift from the kitchen—oil sizzling, a drawer sliding, water running briefly.
I slip out of bed and walk down the hallway. Mom is moving around the kitchen, floating a cup over the counter while stirring the pan without touching it.
I step in a little further. The chair legs scrape lightly as I pull one out.
That's when she glances over.
"You're up. I made you breakfast—eat before it gets cold," she says, glancing briefly, then tilts her head with a faint smile. "Did you have a good nap?"
"Yeah," comes a soft reply.
Few minutes later Dad enters the room, papers clutched in one hand. "Good morning," he says that tiredsome.
"Morning, honey," Mom replies softly, returning to the stove.
Chair slides out at the table. A fork moves toward the plate, landing neatly in front of it.
Dad places papers on the table, flipping a few while glancing at the stove.
"We should schedule it soon,"
"Schedule what?" Mom asks, smiling gently at him.
"The examination on our son," Dad answers it with quite eager look on his face.
She nods, a faint warmth in her expression, and turns back to stir the pan.
"We'll schedule it later," says that while moving a small plate toward the table
"It's better to know early." Dad insists with a look of eager anticipation.
I knew what they meant.
Quirk check.
Hospitals. Tests.
I looked down at the table.
My hand rested against it.
There wasn't much point in that.
I already had an idea.
It would be easier to just say something now.
Not everything.
Just enough.
I waited a little.
Interrupting the two i said, "Mom, Dad. I think I know what my quirk is."
They looked up. Mom turned fully. Dad set his pen down.
"…You do?" he asked.
I kept it simple.
"I can push things," I said. "When I touch something, it moves farther than it should. Right now… maybe five or ten times more."
Mother blinked once, then smiled slightly. "That's a good thing to notice."
-Dad Asked For Details but
Mom shut him down saying. "Let's not rush him."
"…That's a solid quirk," Dad said. "If you keep practicing, someday you could go to U.A."
I nodded once.
"Maybe,"
I didn't say anything else. They went back to what they were doing. Everything stayed quiet.
I looked down at the table again. What I said wasn't wrong. Just not everything.
In my head, it was clearer.
It wasn't just knockback.
It was force.
Not like Mother's. She moved things freely.
Mine didn't work like that.
It followed rules.
Real ones.
If something already had force on it, I could change it. Add to it. Redirect it.
Not just push.
Change.
If something was falling down, I could turn that into forward instead.
If something was still, I could give it a direction.
Up. Right. Forward.
Wherever I decided.
My hand pressed a little more into the table.
It wasn't one kind of force either.
That was the part that mattered.
Gravity… I could interfere with it.
Friction… I could reduce it make something slide easier., or leave it alone.
Even things like magnetism… maybe. I wasn't fully sure yet, but it felt like it followed the same idea.
Forces weren't just one thing.
They were everywhere.
And I could touch them.
Change them.
That was the difference.
Not control.
Adjustment.
I stayed quiet, thinking.
If I put something like cardboard under me…
Light. Easy to move.
I could take the force pulling it down…
…and shift it forward.
Then it wouldn't stop.
Unless I wanted it to.
It would still be following rules.
Just… different ones.
My eyes lowered slightly.
And my body—
That was part of it too.
If I applied force to myself…
Not everywhere.
Just at a point.
A joint.
Then movement would change.
Faster. Stronger.
Not because I was stronger.
Because the force was.
But that had limits.
Not from the quirk.
Mine.
My body wasn't ready for too much.
Too much force in the wrong place—
It wouldn't end well.
So I kept it small.
Controlled.
For now, that was enough.
Mom placed food in front of me. "Eat before its warm."
I nodded and started.
Dad went back to his work.
I ate slowly, thinking.
Past lives crossed my mind. Different quirks, different powers.
Other times, nothing. Quirkless.
Just normal human being.
Or it was completly useless
It was random, like a lottery.
This life… I liked it.
Not because it was perfect.
Because I could try things I hadn't been able to before.
I finished eating and leaned back slightly. Mom cleaned up quietly, floating dishes back to the cupboard. Dad read his papers again.
The light outside shifted. Afternoon.
I stood and looked out the window. People passed by. Some in a hurry, some slow. Everything normal.
I didn't need to move anything with my quirk. I just felt it. Adjusted it in my head. Thought about it.
April would come soon. School.
But that didn't feel heavy.
It was just… life.
I could see it now. This house. This family. Quiet moments like this.
This was worth paying attention to.
I went back to the table and sat down again. Mom finished cleaning. Dad kept reading. The house stayed quiet.
I rested my hand on the table. Didn't move anything. Just thought.