Odd-looking Egg

A/N: I do not own BnHA. I only own Nobuhiko and Misato and yes, you are correct, I based their names on Katsuki's and Himiko's seiyuus respectively. Nobuhiko is 15 years-old here while Misato is 14. The eldest has Transform as his quirk while the youngest, you guessed it, has Explosion. I personally started this work in hopes of writing my first ever multi-chapter fantasy work with this pairing (and their family) as the spotlight. Again, I apologize for any grammar mistakes, awkward mood shifts, or OCness I may have written in here. And thank you, my dear reader, for the read.

Chapter 1

Kami-sama, it's me again. Bakugo Himiko. I stand before you in prayer together with my family. First and foremost, thank you for the good health you have blessed my family with and for the many achievements each of us were able to experience. We are truly thankful for your guidance in our lives. Please continue to bless our family, especially in times of hardships, and never let anyone of us be in harm's way. Again, thank you very much for your unending grace.

A final bow. Himiko ends her prayer with a new-found inner peace. Today was a morning in late March where she and the rest of her family hiked to the summit of Mount Takao and offered their prayers at the Yakuoin Temple. The cool air of spring passed through the surrounding trees of the temple and calmly swayed the sacred ropes that hung at the center of the holy shrine.

"You guys okay?"

Both of her children, Nobuhiko and Misato, nodded and relaxed their postures, as if to say they weren't praying anymore. A habit most people were guilty with and thinking about it made their mother smile. It was an innocent habit, anyway.

"How 'bout you, Hon?"

The reaction of her husband Katsuki was different and sterner, like he was still in thought and was scrutinizing something bigger in his thoughts but he wouldn't say it. Instead, he remained fixated at the temple, a small frown on his face, before uttering a near silent, "Yeah."

"Alright then, let's get going!"

"Wait, Mom!" It was Misato. "I need to use the bathroom," she said, her head already panning the area for a women's comfort room sign. "Can we look for one?" she asks.

"Oh, sure, Sweety," her mom replies. She then looks at the two boys they were with. "Let's meet here, okay?"

"Okay."

"Sure."

And with that, Himiko and her daughter briskly walked along the temple grounds in hopes of quickly finding the public restroom. The surroundings weren't crowded with people yet since they hiked very early in the morning. This made their exploration a bit faster.

As they reached the back of the temple, they saw a small shed with a wooden sign in front of it reading, "comfort room inside," and at last, the search was over.

"Nice, thought I was a goner," Misato chuckled as she hurried over to the shed. "Thanks, Mom!" she shouted before going inside the said shed. Her mother waved and smiled at her direction. And then she waited.

There was something with the peace Himiko was enjoying right now. She felt that everything was in an inexplicable order since this day began. Maybe it was because they were at a religious site? Maybe, but she can't help but feel that there was still something else. Her mind was at ease but an exciting and elated feeling kept leaping in her heart for some time now. Himiko tried to make these feelings clear by looking at the sky. The great blue expanse of the sky. When reality seemed very fast-paced and busy, she would forget to look at this, concentrating only with what's in front of her and how to solve her own issues. But here she was now, being a bit sentimental with how things came to be.

She didn't know why past memories were peeking out from her mind right now and yet she still welcomed each one of them. She remembered her first win against Katsuki in a mock battle while they were still in high school. Oh, how beaten up her whole body was before her then boyfriend had been unable to move in front of her. The victory seemed surreal and she just found herself being congratulated by everyone in class.

Another one comes up. This time, it was when she was scolding Nobuhiko for transforming into her to prevent her actual self from talking to their school principal. He was in first grade back then and boy was he such a bully in their class. Her son still wouldn't admit he was wrong, staring down at the floor while sporting a scowl on his face. She remembers herself saying, "You know, being a bully is one thing. But impersonating your mother so she wouldn't know that you're being a bully is a far worse thing." And she laughs at herself for feeling now the embarrassment and disappointment she felt more or less a decade ago.

When she spots a group of teen girls boisterously laughing from afar, she accidentally dives into another of her memories. Just last December, Himiko had woken up to Misato frantically disposing a bowl-sized mound of green gelatin in their kitchen garbage can. Before she could ask any questions, her daughter pounded a fist on their kitchen counter. "I just wanted her birthday to be more special," she dejectedly mutters after and Himiko immediately recognizes who her daughter was cooking for: her best friend Tokoyami Aoi. "Here, I'll help you," she offers, earning a look of surprise and then of joy from the girl afterwards.

All of those memories stirred up inside her heart as she freely breathes in the fresh mountain air. Indeed, there were plenty of blessings that came after she made a u-turn in her life back in her teens. When she decided to take the path of a hero, her life slowly evolved into a wonderful story that she would never be afraid to look back on.

I guess this is the feeling of true liberation. I feel so light. This is a good feeling.

She then spots Misato finally coming out of the shed and approaching her.

To more blessings to come, Bakugo Himiko.

That was when a strong wind, a rather untamed one, swept around her, making her close her eyes upon reflex. When she opened them again, she notices some movements through her peripheral vision. There were bushes near where she stood and, she swears, some creature moved swiftly there a while ago. Haunted by her curiosity, she crouches down and examines the bushes closely.

Just a few seconds into looking, Himiko sees a greyish-white object hiding just an arm's reach from inside the bush.

What is that thing… A baseball? No, it's as big as a football. So it's not a baseball. A stone, perhaps?

Her curiosity was killing her as she reached her right arm into the bush to retrieve the object. She doesn't notice Misato staring from behind her as both of them were now truly fixated on the semi-spherical object.

Luckily, Himiko had already managed to grab it. It felt like a stone to touch. But she wasn't completely sure about that unless she was able to see it upfront.

"Mom, what is that?" Her daughter inquired, putting her emphasis and awe on "that."

"I don't know but we'll see. I got it now."

With just one pull of her arm, Himiko got the greyish-white object in her hands and stood up. Both women could not quite process what they saw before them. It was far from being an ornamental stone. It was indeed a rare find.

On that fair late March morning, the Bakugos found a football-sized egg.