Warnings: Teenage complaining, small children, and more existential crises.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my OC.

Edited as of 3-8-18

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Text Key:

Italics = Emphasized Text

"Dialogue" = Japanese Dialogue (Translations at Bottom!)

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The first three months of my new life were absolute hell.

The bland repetitiveness of each day was gnawing at my soul, slowly sucking the life out of my body. Every day was simple, too simple for my tastes.

I would be woken up constantly by my own body for the feeding that needed to happen every few hours, lie in my crib for who knows how long, and be entertained by the absolutely delightful wailing of my brother every night and day.

To add onto that, I could not do anything in these first few months of life. I hadn't developed the ability to see yet, I remembered from my biology class that newborns are born without sight and will not be able to fully see until three or four months, and it made my days even blander than I'd thought possible. If I had any time to myself in my secluded crib, then I would just lie there and stare sightlessly at the ceiling, even tracing invisible patterns with my wobbly, uncoordinated arms.

The simple monotony of an infant's life was enough to drive any sane adult to the brink of madness.

I'm pretty sure that being aware of how repetitive simple tasks like eating and sleeping can be trumps over mid-life crises any day.

It was after three whole months that I had finally begun to see the world around me, albeit I was nearsighted at this point, but I could see nonetheless.

I couldn't help but examine the new home I had been living in, to take in the appearances of my parents after waiting so long to be able to do something other than just shit myself and cry.

The first person saw in this life was my father. It had only been a few days that my sight had really started to accelerate, finally turning the unrecognizable blobs that were my parents into reasonable images of people.

The day I first really saw my father was a memory to be cherished

I didn't know it the day before, but my father was going to have the day off of his work, what he made a living on was still completely unknown to me, and would have the whole day with Izuku and me while Oka-san was out. What she would be out doing, I don't know. What I did know was that the next would be the best because Otou-san was way more lenient with my brother and I and he always did something fun with us while Oka-san wasn't looking.

Whether it was doing something risky like piggyback rides or my favorite, when he would hold me or my brother up in the air and would run around the room while making hilarious airplane sounds, it was always a blast to spend time with him.

I knew that this day would start off perfectly.

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I was extraordinarily cranky when I woke up the next day.

Otou-san made the huge mistake of slamming the door that led to my brother's and my infirmary. The only reason my brother and I even shared a room was because our little apartment didn't have all that much space and required that we share a room. I didn't mind it much, but it really got to me on those nights that Izuku just wouldn't shut up.

As soon as the door came crashing to a close, Izuku cried in surprise and set off a chain reaction in my primitive, instinctually driven infant-brain that made me start to wail as well. As funny as it was to see Otou-san start to panic over our distress, I felt sorry for him because he didn't deserve this stress over such a little thing as closing the door a little too loudly.

It must have seemed like I was screaming the most over the loud and sudden noise because Otou-san had come to coax me into silence first.

"Shizuka," he repeated in his deep, rumbly voice. He picked me up in his arms and rocked me in his arms, not going too fast because he knew that I had a profound hatred for being bounced. As my bawls subsided into quiet whines, I opened my eyes and was surprised to find my vision working way better than it usually does.

For the first time in this life, I could finally see.

My mind soaked up my father's appearance like a sponge. To my own surprise, he was remarkably plain in appearance. He had jet black hair and eyes, a rather odd color for eyes in my opinion. His face was dotted with freckles that were a little out of place in a fully grown man's body. The only thing that really stood out was his hair. Oh GOD, his hair.

It was practically an explosion of jagged locks that flew pretty much everywhere. It was untamed and oddly captivating to look at.

I so wanted to pet it.

"Gah," I gurgled as I reached out with my feeble arms to touch the eye-catching spikes of unruly hair. Otou-san did not stop me as I patted his hair, even when I had yanked a strand out by accident.

I was fully infatuated with his out of control mane, each wild curl managing to be much softer than I had expected. My little whimpers from earlier subsided and were replaced with gleeful giggles as I continued to twist and twirl his hair around. The strands seemed to be easily stirred and that allowed for a lot of styling to be done.

By the time Otou-san thought it well to put me back in my crib, the hair on the left side of his head was pointing towards the ground and was matted against his skull. He frowned for a minute and ruffled his hair to get it back to its original style and moved out of my sight to ease Izuku's unholy reaction to the door.

Since infants do not develop depth perception until they are much, much older, I had to lose sight of my dear father for the seemingly eternal ten minutes that he had to spend trying to get my brother to calm down. I knew that my brother would be an extreme crybaby in the future, he would probably carry this behavior well into his childhood.

In a few years time, I would probably be the one comforting him and alleviating his sorrows from whatever startles him enough to get him going. I did not care though. I had a brother and I was going to go to hell and back for him if it meant keeping him by my side. I... I would have done the same for my parents too if I were still living my old life.

It was understood between the two of us that our bond was strong. We had been brought into this world together and we would be together for a long time. I didn't mind.

I wanted this experience, to see what it would really be like to have a sibling that was willing to give life and limb for you.

Finally, Otou-san had calmed down Izuku and was in a position to relax from this small nightmare. If he thought this was bad, I wonder how he'd react to what the future held.

There would definitely be more to fuss about than just two babies crying.

"Anata wa dochira mo kōfun shite imasu ka?" he asked, a glint of excitement shining in his eyes as he questioned us. There were a few times where I wondered why Otou-san and Oka-san bothered trying to speak to the two of us. Regardless of the fact that I'm basically an English-speaking teenager in an infant's body, a normal child at this stage would be unable to comprehend any sort of speech. I mean, I'm sure Izuku wasn't understanding this shit either.

Otou-san rushed out of the room to put his coat on, as well as to prepare other necessities to take two three-month-old twins out of the house for the first time since we were booted out of the hospital. By the time he came back into the room, he had on a light windbreaker on as well as a dark green scarf wrapped around his previously bare neck.

He first came to my crib and lifted me out of the tall child-prison, which was basically what it was, and placed me in a stroller. Apparently, my parents must have bought a double-stroller during the few weeks of my existence. Perhaps for an occasion like this.

Otou-san went back to our little infirmary to bring Izuku over and plopped him right next to me in the stroller. We were both buckled in with those tiny seat belts that came with the device and were covered in thin woolen blankets. I looked over at my counterpart sibling and watched as he dragged his hand around on the soft fabric of the blankets.

He seemed to notice that he had my attention and burbled for me to look at him. I complied.

Big mistake.

His hand went straight into my face, the palm of his tiny fist pressing against my lips. I could have reacted the way that my body wanted me to and cried, but I did not. Instead, I blew a raspberry right into his sweaty hand and sent him into a laughing fit. I guess my tongue must have tickled or something.

Izuku looked just like our father, inheriting the absolutely wild hair and some of the coloring as well. Instead of having completely jet black hair and eyes, Izuku had an odd combination of black and green of all colors in his hair and a deep-hued green highlighting his eyes.

He continued to laugh his sweet baby laugh and squeal with giddiness. His toothless gums shook as he tried to recover from the minor tickling that I must have given him.

In the midst of his uncontrollable chuckling, he stuck out his hand again and reached for me. I submitted to his baby cuteness and stuck my chubby hand into his. He squeezed, and I squeezed in return. It seemed like we had a dynamic going on and it was kind of charming in its simplicity.

"Totemo airashī..." our father mumbled fondly, looking at the two of us with a loving expression. His lips were curled at the ends, his eyes embracing the purity of our little friendship. A tiny voice in the back of my head whispered to me, shattering a bit of my belief in this new family, this new friendship.

If only he knew, he wouldn't think the same thing.

I knew in the depths of my heart that this was true. There was no purity, I was already corrupted. Otou-san didn't notice it, but I wasn't the little snowflake he made me out to be.

I would never be that little snowflake. Simply because I had never been. What a curse it is to be born tainted.

"Sate," my father drew back my attention with the sharp word. He slung a messenger bag over his shoulder and grabbed onto our little baby carriage and said, "Watashitachiha kōen ni iku!"

Hah, I still had no idea where the hell we were going or what he was saying. Otou-san slid the stroller through the door and into the apartment building's hallway. Guess I was in for a ride.

Little did I know that this trip would reveal the lie I was living in.

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Translations:

"Anata wa dochira mo kōfun shite imasu ka?" = "You both excited?"

"Shizuka" = "Quiet"

"Totemo airashī..." = "So cute..."

"Sate, watashitachiha kōen ni iku!" = "Alright, we're off to the park!"