I always found the city relatively calm on Sundays. It seemed as if everyone was resting up for their next week. Me? Oh, I just enjoy this time to relax and spend some time in my Grandparents' garden. A nice, open area with beautiful flowers and trees. Perfect for some old-fashioned meditation and deep thinking. As I remained in my subconscious, focusing on my breathing, I found myself yanked from my solitude by the call of my Grandmother.

"Hoji! Lunch is ready," she called, leaning around the sliding door. For as long as I could remember, I lived with her and Grandpa in their quiet, countryside home. It was quite a hassle for me to get to school, rest assured, but I enjoyed the quiet.

"Coming," I responded. I had spent so much time sitting my legs fell asleep. Such is the price of dedication I suppose. As I hopped up over the porch and into the house, I felt a sense of warmth, and it wasn't just the heater. The small space made for a great sense of inclusiveness, hospitality and kindness. We gathered around the table, said our thanks and began to eat. I, for one, relinquish in a quiet meal. Just you, your thoughts and the good food provided.

"Hoji, isn't that U.A exam next week? Shouldn't you be worried?" That was Grandma's biggest weakness, bless her heart, she was too worried about me. Always making sure I had everything I needed. School or not.

"Don't worry yourself too much. It doesn't matter if I get in or not, it'll just mean I need to dedicate myself more."

"Hoji, your grandmother's right," Grandpa agreed. He was always the looser of the two. Always there giving me a good time or someone to talk to whenever I needed. But when it came to my schoolwork, he was always at Grandma's side. "But I honestly doubt he'd fail. He's been dedicating himself with his Quirk and his father's sword for what, ten years?" I nodded in response.

Whenever my Quirk was brought up, it was always a "unique" conversation. My Quirk was telekinesis, but it wasn't so specific to one thing. I had the usual "lift objects with your mind," but I also had levitation, teleportation and, I quote the doctor on this, "Psychic energy blasts." Naturally, ever since preschool, I was a star. Seemingly gifted with the most versatile quirk in the class, like I was a god, and everybody sucked up to me. The fact of the matter was, no one knew the repercussion of using it. If not for the dedicated training regimen I went through, my poor little brain would've exploded and poof! No more Hoji Ikimasuta.

My father's sword on the other hand, was a keepsake he had given to me when I was only a youngling. I still remember the words he said to me that he got engraved on the blade, "All you have to do to be a hero, is be a good person." He said that his sword embodied the humanity in him. I then made it a vow to carry it with me anywhere for the same purpose. I've only had to use it a few times, but nothing life threatening and only in self-defense. Nevertheless, I trained hard with both my Quirk and blade so I would be able to handle any situation. However, I sometimes lay awake at night, wondering if I'm heeding my Dad's words, or straying against them.

"Well why aren't you worried about the boy? I know you're confident in him because of his training, but he's up against the best of the best." I looked up from my soup bowl, realizing I had zoned out completely.

"I told you I'll be fine. Besides, I'm not going to be upset if I fail," I threw on my "dad smile" as I set down my bowl. The same smile he gave me for either confidence or reassurance. Of course, I knew I had stiff competition, but I'm not shooting for 1-A nor am I losing my chance of getting in. I planned either 1-B or 1-C would do nicely, as they were better than 1-D, which I know my father wouldn't approve of. I was still a little worried however, that I'll mess up a tiny bit and send the whole exam to the gutter.

"Are you going back to training?" Grandpa asked as I got up from the table and went to grab my blade from beside the stairs. I nodded in response. As I began to head out the back door I flashed them both a thumbs up. I could've sworn I heard my Grandpa say, "Go get 'em Hoji." Hearing that gave me a surge of confidence as I continued my training. It made my mind feel clear as I sliced the falling cherry blossoms, with a smile on my face.

After my training, I took a shower and began to get ready for bed. I overheard Grandpa and Grandma talking. After shuffling for a bit, I got into a spot where I could hear them a bit more clearly.

"…ey, are you sure he'll do fine next week? He's not been himself lately." It was Grandma, no surprise, but her tone was way different, "He's been quieter and hasn't spoken to anybody besides us for almost two weeks!" That was her Quirk, she's able to read emotions as clear as they come. According to Grandpa, she was top notch in the field of psychology and was a great therapist.

"Would you think of what he bears on his shoulders for once. He looked up to his father and still does till this day! Haven't you thought about how that's affecting him? His dedication, how he eats, even his grades!" That I knew, was Grandpa. He never told me his Quirk and neither to Dad, but he cared for him and now. My Dad died when I was four, when a criminal snuck in and shot him after dad stabbed him. Grandpa doesn't like it when it's brought up, touchy subject reasons.

"Well what do you want me to do about it Sejiro? We've supported him because he looked up to his dad."

"We could start remembering why he's here in the first place!"

"Because he's our grandson?"

"Meniko, that innocence will be the death of you. He's here because his mother murdered his dad." My eyes went wide as he finished that sentence. Mom killed Dad? Then I went into a recall moment as it all played out before me. Mom had gotten mad when my Quirk developed because she thought hers and Dad's weren't compatible. Mine took after my Dad's, but I never knew what my Mom's was. She was arguing with him until things escalated and she stabbed my Dad in the heart with the sharpest knife in the house. I don't remember what happened after that, but my eyes were already looking like a dam about to flood.

I heard my Grandparents run up the stairs as I jumped out the window. Tears in my eyes I ran, and ran, and ran. I knew where I was going, but what was stopping me was the cold night's air against my bare chest. After running for what felt like hours I arrived and the cemetery where my Dad was buried. I walked until I found his grave and looked up and I made up my mind right then and there. "I'll get into the hero course next week and make you proud Dad, mark my words!"

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