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When I was alive the first time, I didn't think much about family.
I wasn't close with my parents. Dad left early; Mom worked constantly. She loved me, I think—but we lived in different worlds. I was a ghost in my own house, glued to a screen, eyes on circuits, heart in fiction.
Now, after being reborn?
It's different.
Because this time, I have a family that wants to be here.
Even if they don't understand me.
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Evening — Takashi Household
"Yuuji! Dinner's ready!"
My mother's voice rang from the kitchen, warm and tired. I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, disassembling an old camcorder I'd picked up at the scrap market. I carefully placed the lens aside before replying.
"Coming!"
I set my tools down, wiped the grease from my hands with a cloth, and stepped out of my sanctuary.
The smell of miso and grilled salmon hit me immediately. It was simple. Homemade. Familiar.
My father sat at the table, sleeves rolled up, his eyes glued to a thick binder of city planning documents. He looked up as I sat down and offered a tired smile.
"Big day?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Got some good components. Did some testing."
"Nothing explodes, right?"
"Not today."
He laughed.
My mom placed a bowl of rice in front of me, ruffling my hair as she did.
"Don't forget to eat. You didn't have breakfast again."
"I was busy," I mumbled.
"You're always busy."
I looked at them—two people who didn't know the truth. Who thought their son was just a talented, slightly antisocial genius with a strange obsession with gadgets.
They didn't know I was building a combat suit. That I had a system whispering objectives into my brain. That I'd made more progress toward becoming a hero than some licensed Pros.
They didn't know... and I didn't tell them.
Not because I didn't trust them—but because I didn't want them worried. This world could be dangerous, especially for people like me. If anything ever happened to them because someone traced my work?
No. I wouldn't risk it.
Still, I ate with them. Smiled with them. Asked my dad about zoning issues. Let my mom complain about the grocery store's new checkout kiosks.
I wasn't lying.
I was just... protecting.
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Later That Night — Bedroom
Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I let the soft hum of the Omni-Tech Protocol ease me back into the world where I truly lived.
> [System Status: Passive Mode]
Current Intelligence Sync: 17.2%
Active Projects: 3
Sleep Suggestion: Pending (Mental fatigue detected)
"Yeah, yeah…" I whispered. "I know."
But sleep was difficult when your mind ran a mile a second.
I thought about Mom—how she smiled even when she was exhausted, how she tried to understand my blueprints even though she had no clue what I was talking about.
I thought about Dad—calm, methodical, the kind of man who planned cities and always saw the big picture.
I'd been blessed, I realized. Reborn into a family that wasn't broken or abusive or too rich to care.
It was quiet.
But safe.
And for someone like me—who used to fall asleep to the whir of a laptop fan and the glow of unfinished projects—that meant something.
Still…
I couldn't help but feel like I was keeping a wall up between us. A thin, invisible wall made of circuits and secrets.
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Sunday Morning — Park
Mom insisted we do something "normal" as a family that weekend.
We ended up in a small riverside park, surrounded by laughing children, food stalls, and the distant sounds of Hero trainees performing flight exercises in the clouds.
I sat on a bench with my dad while Mom bought skewers from a vendor.
"Yuuji," he said suddenly, "you happy?"
I blinked. "What?"
"You're always working on something. Always distracted. I just wonder… are you actually happy?"
I looked down at my hands. At the faint burn scar near my thumb from a welding spark. At the smudge of oil I hadn't fully scrubbed off.
"I'm trying," I said. "I want to do something that matters."
He nodded slowly. "That's good. But remember, son… doing something big shouldn't cost you everything else."
I didn't answer.
Because part of me knew it would.
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Afternoon — Café Stop
After the park, I met Izuku downtown at a little café tucked between a bookstore and an office supply shop. He waved enthusiastically when he saw me.
"Yuuji! You made it!"
"Of course. Needed a break."
We ordered melon soda and shared a tray of takoyaki. The place was quiet, the kind of spot only regulars and nerds stumbled into.
"I saw someone using a support-type suit during a villain apprehension on the news," Izuku said between bites. "Not as stylish as your designs, but still impressive!"
"Yeah," I said, smiling faintly. "They're getting better. Materials are lighter. Power supply's still inefficient though."
"You could fix that."
I laughed. "That's the idea."
Izuku leaned forward, voice softer. "You know… if you really wanted to get into the hero course, maybe we could talk to Aizawa. He's… unconventional. Might see your potential."
My stomach tensed.
I hadn't thought that far yet. U.A. was on the horizon, but I always assumed I'd enter through the Support Course, not fight in the frontlines.
But what if… I could?
What if I built something strong enough? Durable enough? Strategic enough?
I didn't answer right away.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" he said, smiling.
"Yeah," I admitted. "Maybe."
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That Night — Workshop
The soft whirr of the drone's wings echoed through the room as I watched it hover above my desk. Compact, stable, camera-equipped.
> [Drone Design Test Complete]
Blueprint Acquired: Recon Wing v1
Bonus Trait Unlocked: Auto-Stabilization AI Loop
Another success.
I jotted a few notes in my digital log. Then leaned back.
The System pinged again.
> [New Task – Long-Term Objective Detected]
Objective: Establish independent Hero Identity
Phase 1: Construct Full Suit Prototype
Phase 2: Complete Field Test (Simulated Urban Scenario)
Phase 3: Operate Without System Assistance for 10 Minutes
I stared at it.
This was new.
Not just a one-off task. A path. A challenge.
A call.
And for the first time in weeks, I felt something deep in my chest.
Not pressure. Not anxiety.
But purpose.
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I looked around my small room—half-bedroom, half-lab.
At the wall where Mom had hung a photo of us from last year's festival.
At the box of spare parts Dad helped me haul from a demolition site last month.
At the half-assembled armor prototype I'd hidden beneath the floorboard.
And I thought—
"This is my life now. And I'm not wasting it."
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End of Chapter
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