Swear on my life, I didn't mean for this chapter to be so long. I have a real need to always make sure I give any original character I introduce alot of depth- which literally can both be great and horrible. I was gonna cut it down and continue with the sort of drabble like format I had going, but decided not to.

This chapter addresses the whole sex change and gender identification thing. I'm well aware it's a topic alot of readers can get real passionate about and that some can take offense if they feel it's not done justly. Which is why this ended up so long.

Next chapter we will definitly have more interaction with BNHA characters.

Anyway Enjoy your read.

Chapter 3: Childhood Do-over.

Four years later and he was still struggling.

It wasn't the whole reincarnation thing. No, that was simple- and an easier thing to accept and move on with. He'd dealt with his personal issues towards that not long after he'd spoken his first words in this life.

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He'd been a real slow learner and he's pretty sure his new parents were getting worried he was stupid.

But for real, give a guy a break!

Learning Japanese was fucking hard. Especially when he didn't get to have cheat cards to help him remember. He had screamed himself red with frustration so many times that the first actual sentence he managed to understand completely was 'Stop, no one likes a cry baby'.

Of course it was none other than his new father who said it to his face.

Bit by bit, understanding the language got easier and easier. Then the real challenge started when he was getting past that baby age where they're supposed to start speaking.

"She's still not shown any signs of trying to speak." Masaki fretted as she fed him.

He fucking hated pumpkin mush- but apparently that shit was good for babies.

"Hn."

He tried using his tongue to spit the shit out, but of course his mother scooped it from his face and stuck it right back in.

Talk about gross.

"Daichi! I'm serious. I'm getting worried. The books said that babies should be a lot more talkative by this stage! How can we be sure she's not mute!?"

He couldn't help but peer over at his old man. He agreed with his mother, how was the guy so chill about everything!? As far he's ever seen and known, new baby daddies always freaked the fuck out about their first kid. Unless…. The man HAS dealt with babies before. He better not have secret siblings in this world!

What!?

Creating made up soap drama plots about his new family had become his newest coping mechanism for his situation aka boredom.

He'd been glaring suspiciously at his new father, so was slightly startled when the man lowered his paper and met his baby glare. It only took a few seconds before he felt himself being intimidated under the weighty gaze.

"With all the screaming? Nah. She'll speak." Daichi smirked before turning to his paper.

Fuck you, new dad! Maybe he'll choose to be mute just to spite him.

Out of frustration, Masaki's hair changed to a deep red color and he could barely stop himself from whining out in shock. He was still a bit freaked out about the whole super power thing. Although on the plus side, the more often they used it around him, the less freaky it seemed. Which meant he only got more curious as to what kind of world he'd been reborn to.

Anyway, that particular conversation started him on his new mission.

Learning to speak.

It wasn't so much the whole training his tongue and mouth muscles to work and make a sentence. But more of his struggle in trying to decide on what his first word would be. He didn't want his first words to be Mama or Papa. Firstly, because his mother was not being subtle at all with how often she tried to prompt him with lullabies and repeating the word. Secondly, his Father was a fucking troll who had way too much fun provoking him.

Did his new dad do this to all babies or was it just him!?

Eventually, the choice was taken from him one lazy evening. They'd been having snuggle time on the couch- something he'd come to greatly love, having never done it before. It was the only time he was pleasant and somehow it just became routine. Masaki had been reading some fashion mag and Daichi had been flipping through channels for them to watch.

When he caught sight of a flying man in red and blue (maybe silver?)- You bet your ass he was going to watch that.

"PUUPAMAN!" He'd managed to shriek out.

He'd felt the reaction from both parents immediately. Masaki had dropped her magazine and shrieked while his father had swiftly picked him up and held him to his face. Once again Daichi stared deep into his soul. Only this time he was ready. He stared right on back with his best 'I'm a baby and I'm cute' face.

"Again." Daichi sternly ordered

He was tempted not to do it, simply because he could get away with that shit. However, he could see just how eager his mother was. The woman was practically destroying her lip in attempt to keep quiet. Though his father wasn't as expressive, he could see the excitement in the depth of his gaze.

Oh well, he'd already committed the act, might as well finish the performance.

Taking a deep breath, he opened his gob and spoke again.

"Puu-Paaa-Maaan"

He barely had time to savor the look of pride that flashed cross his father's face before he was snatched by his mother. She was shrieking with excitement and raining on his face a barrage of kisses. Most of them causing him to laugh as it tickled.

"NATSUMI-CHAN'S FIRST WORDS! SHE SPOKE HER FIRST WORDS! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT DAICHI! OUR DAUGHTER'S FIRST WORDS!"

"Hn."

"OH! Oh! Where's the camera!? Get the camera we have to get the camera!"

As Masaki jolted up to search for the thing, he'd turned his attention to the remote. The buttons were also labelled in Japanese which- fucking hell- he'd have to learn eventually. So he'd settled on slapping the thing and poking randomly, hoping it'd change the channel.

This was Japan and all the tech was advanced as fuck.

Of course, Daichi wasn't content to let him entertain himself with that for long.

When his father took the remote and simply stared at him, he stared right back. Unable to help but be curious as to what the man was thinking. He'd long come to learn that between his parents, his mother was the extrovert and his father the introvert.

"Pah!" he garbled with a pout having grown bored with the staring contest.

Daichi snorted and placed a hand on his head. The man gave his hair a light ruffle and smirked at the annoyed expression he'd made.

"Knew you weren't stupid."

The praise warmed him and he gave a gummy smile in return. While Daichi clicked through the channels and Masaki continued looking for the camera. He studied his new parents and found that the agony and pain in his chest, diminished just a little bit more.

He wasn't over it.

He knew there was a possibility he'd never be okay with what it took to bring him here.

But he could accept it.

He could embrace it and love these two as much as he was able.

That was the day he'd stopped screaming and crying.

"Ah! Here we are." Daichi mumbled.

He picked him up and placed him more comfortably on his lap to watch the screen. It wasn't a movie or cartoon as he'd initially thought. Instead it looked to be a news report of some kind. While he was caught up in trying to understand everything the lady reporter was saying, he vaguely heard his dad muttering.

"They're introducing one of the interns for the second best agency."

"Neh Hah!?"

"Mmh. The kids probably interning with some big shot hero is all. He's mostly just an excuse for the reporters to attempt to interview the Hero."

"ah Buh Bah bah"

Daichi tipped his head back and looked him dead in the eye before speaking to him once more.

"Reporters are like piranha's kid. They swarm and they feast on your flesh. Avoid them."

Despite the fact Daichi was clearly having a one sided conversation. He was relieved to have one parent speaking to him like he was an adult. He's not sure why Daichi did, but he was grateful none the less. They both fell silent and true enough, the reporter switched focus when another man happened on the scene.

This man was nothing like the kid that had initially caught his attention. After all, anyone could slap on a pair of realistic looking red wings and dress up like some super hero and parade around town. He'd seen cosplayers at comic con, that shit is serious business. What no one could do, was walk about with FUCKING FLAMES ALL OVER THEIR FACES and not be burnt charcoal.

He didn't know he was wide eyed and gaping till his mother came back into the room.

"DAICHI! Why are you letting her watch this!?"

"She wanted to."

"Look at her, she looks scared! Don't you remember how she reacted to your quirk the first time?"

"You scared her first."

Though Masaki was scolding her husband, she made no move to change the channel. Instead she joined the two on the couch and watched the report with them. Not that he minded as it meant more snuggling.

"Well….. So long as she's not screaming." Masaki sighed

"Duh nuh hah?" he babbled.

Despite neither parent understanding his baby talk, they guessed correctly. Masaki cooed into his ear, using that tone all grown-ups use when they talk to babies. At least she wasn't dumbing down the words she used.

"He's a hero Natsumi-chan. The other one you called pupaman is rather new but I think they're calling him Hawks."

"Hn." Daichi affirmed as he stroked his wife's hair.

He found himself looking at his mother instead of the screen, trying to figure out her thought process towards everything. For a few seconds he got distracted by the simple fact that his new mother was absolutely gorgeous. When she continued to speak, it was a struggle for him not to get distracted again. Mostly because he was starting to wonder just how much he inherited from her and if he'd be just as gorgeous. Though, He wasn't sure if he wanted to think about that just yet.

"He's been getting a lot more publicity lately huh." Masaki mused, looking to Daichi for a response.

"He's solved a lot of his cases. It's getting him a lot of support from the public."

"Still… I'm a bit surprised"

"Hn… He's not All Might."

"No. Definitely not, the man just- He looks too angry all the time."

"Hn."

So apparently men with fire on their faces wasn't something rare. Which was incredibly helpful as it assured him his parents were not hidden aliens or something other. As the reporter interviewed the so called hero Endeavour on screen. He managed to gleam more information about the new world he was in.

And though the whole thing seemed somewhat familiar to him. He just couldn't grasp why.

It was during a live news coverage of some great attack at some mall that it all clicked in his head. He'd probably never realized just how greatly the universe fucked him over until he'd watched that clip. A muscular Blonde dressed in red with two weird hair points- laughing all the while as he rescued victims.

Then that catch phrase- That mother fucking catch phrase, and that mother fucking grin.

"It's fine now. Why? Because I am Here!"

He didn't scream, and he certainly didn't cry.

But fainting?

That was doable.

Shit yeah, he passed the fuck out.

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He'd successfully taught himself how to read by his second birthday. Something he'd sought his father to help him with. Daichi Kurosaki was not one who believed in limitations apparently. There had been plenty of moments where he'd just stare at his father and wonder.

Why did the man not find him strange?

Why did he just accept whatever he did without question?

After all, he wasn't exactly acting like a normal toddler should. Already, he'd heard his mother pondering on whether he was advancing too fast. However, every time she did, Daichi was quick to respond with a casual 'Hn' and the whole thing was forgotten.

Ah, in the end he stopped caring too much about it.

It was after all helping him out.

Then when he was three, he started learning how to write. The first thing he taught himself to write was his name. Some days the Kanji still fucked him over, but 8 out of 10 times he was usually right on point. It was also the first time he tentatively tried hinting towards his new parents the truth of his sex.

Though he was physically a girl, he was mentally male and that was not going to change anytime soon.

As far he'd come to understand, Masaki was the breadwinner of the family. She started working again not long after his first birthday. He's 70% sure her job involves fashion as she usually returns and starts styling his hair. As such, he spent a lot of time with Daichi at home. The man didn't do much, mostly just cater to his needs and answer his questions.

Which is why, he was more comfortable broaching the topic with Daichi instead of Masaki.

He'd reached for a crayon and random scrap of paper. All the while trying his best not to give in to the nerves and the rising panic attack. In his last life, he'd never told a soul he was gay- in fact he kept his mouth shut for years- even after LGBT rights were being legalized. He never had to either. Not when it had been so obvious that he was in a relationship with Jonathan.

Actions speak louder than words and all that shit.

Jonathan had been a blessing found in Europe.

Literally.

He was also 21 when they met and classified as a real adult. Therefore, it didn't matter what anyone had to say. Gays were being accepted and he was in love. He didn't need to justify himself to no one.

Which also meant he'd never had to worry about what his parents would think.

Not in his previous life at least, because he didn't have parents.

Just foster parents who he'd never bonded too closely with.

Taking several deep breaths, he slowly made his way to the dining table where his father seemed to be drawing. He's not sure if it was the obvious way he fidgeted- or if it was his face screaming how scared he was. But something must have shown how serious he was being as his father looked down at him with concern.

"What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth several times.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

Trying his best to force the words 'I'm a boy' past his lips.

The tightening in his throat let him know, that just wasn't happening any time soon.

"W-wanna tell you s-something." He managed to mumble.

Daichi looked down at him and encouraged him with a slight nod.

"I-"

"I'm-"

"I-I"

He could feel his little body trembling and his stupid fucking brain wasn't helping. It kept bringing up all the happy memories he'd managed to make as a Kurosaki. All the times Daichi and Masaki would bid him goodnight with a kiss and a story. All the times they'd happily celebrate whatever dumb baby obstacle he'd just accomplished. He was risking the chance of preserving this happy little family by confessing this truth.

Just as his shitty brain was going to go on another trip of emotional torture. Daichi interfered by pulling him closer and taking the crayon and paper from his hands. Holding the two up, Daichi tapped at them and bluntly spoke.

"If you can't say it. Write it."

It helped kick his ass into gear, and determinedly he did just that. He picked up the blue crayon- a choice purposely made- and scratched out the words on the paper. When he finished, he kept his head hung low.

Trying his best to remember to breathe.

Especially when Daichi reached for the paper.

Daichi said nothing as he read the paper and the silence grew too much for him. He forced himself to break the silence and very softly whispered.

"Papa, this is me."

He wasn't expecting the hand that landed on his head, or the very affectionate ruffling of his hair.

"Of course it is."

His heart stopped and so did his breathing.

He dared not to hope and was only vaguely aware of the scratching of the crayon on paper again. Then he found the scrap piece of paper being slid before him once more. Just beneath his childish writing was his name and he gasped. Beneath the words 'I am a Boy', his father had scribbled out his name but crossed out the end. All that was left of his name was Natsu. He looked up at his father well aware that tears had been streaming silently down his cheeks for a while now. Daichi just smirked and pat him lightly on the head again.

"Knew you weren't stupid."

The sobbing that left him was fucking embarrassing but he'd never regret it. He didn't waste any more time, and he quickly ambushed his father in the tightest most desperate hug ever. As he ruined his father's shirt, he felt as if an old wound he'd never noticed had been healed.

"Love you Papa."

"Hn."

He cried himself into an exhausted sleep and was only half awake when his mother came home.

"Wow, she's really out of it neh? Just what did you two do today?"

"Draw."

"And she's that tired!? Jeez."

"Hn."

When he woke up, he found that just having been accepted by his dad was enough for him. He wasn't ready to face Masaki and do the whole thing all over again. If it was because a small part of him knew she'd struggle the most to accept his truth, well it could go fuck off and die for now. He felt amazing, and the feeling only grew when his dad greeted him with a present after breakfast.

"What is it?"

"Open it."

He didn't waste time and when the last of the wrapping fell away, he felt like crying all over again. Daichi had gone and framed the silly little scrap of paper he'd written his truth on. The golden glass frame looked so pretty and expensive. It wasn't till he looked closer that he realised there was actually detailed sculpting in the glass. A lot of it were things he'd shown interest in and it was all the proof he needed to know this truly wasn't a lie.

They placed it on the book shelf at the very top.

Strategically placed so that only he could see it when he would be in bed. Unless someone was actively looking for it, they wouldn't see it when they entered. His dad didn't ask for an explanation- it was as if he already knew why he wanted to put it up there.

"Mama next." He'd softly declared

"Hn…..Don't rush."

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Now he was Four and he'd still not done it.

He's such a fucking coward.

"Natsumi-chan?" Masaki curiously questioned.

"I-I"

Fucking say it!

"I-I'll miss you, Mama." He mumbled instead.

Yep, he was officially a cowardly shit.

Watching his mother break out into a heart melting smile was bittersweet. She squealed on about how adorable he was and what a precious little girl she had. It literally was the shittiest feeling in the world. However, she was happy- so blissfully happy with his words and the fact that her precious daughter was so cute. To tell her that he was a boy felt like the worst thing he could ever do to her.

When she'd left and the front door closed with a final slam. He could only stare at the door in absolute defeat. He'd been trying to confess to her for a year now. He was an utter and total failure. He heard his dad approach him and right under his nose was a plate filled with all his favorite breakfast food.

"Eat."

"Not hungry."

"Hn."

The plate was brought closer to his face and the smell was just too fucking tempting. So when fingers reached for the crispy bacon on his plate, he finally gave in.

"No! My bacon Papa." He growled before grabbing the plate and stomping back to the table.

"Hn."

"I was gonna tell her!"

"Hn."

"Was too! I just….. Got distracted."

"Hn."

"Not scared!"

"…Hn."

Stupid old man seemed to always know just what to say to piss him off. As he caved to his habit of stress eating, he tried to think of all the reasons why confessing to his mother was a good thing. However, the more he thought about it- the less he felt like doing it. Just before he could get too deep in his thoughts again, a wet substance bounced off his forehead.

"PAPA!"

"Stop moping."

"Not moping and why'd you throw a grape at me."

"It didn't hurt."

"BUT IT'S HUGE! You could have got me in the eye and made me blind!"

Daichi just scoffed and of course he took offense. Stupid old man always provoking him and making him feel like a drama queen.

"I'm telling Mama."

"About which one Natsu?"

He couldn't help but freeze and grow quiet. His father had been witnessing him struggle to tell his mother for a year now. Though Daichi never said anything it was obvious the man thought he was being ridiculous.

"You heard Mama, I'm a precious daughter." He mumbled.

He played with his fork as the silence between them stretched. He didn't bother looking up when he heard his father sigh and place his hand on his head again. The action had become incredibly comforting. It grounded him in a way and gave him enough courage to meet his father's imploring eyes.

"You are Natsumi Kurosaki and your Mama loves all of you."

"B-But I'm Natsu."

"You are also Natsumi."

He shook his head and tried to get his dad to understand him.

"But I'm NATSU!"

"You are both."

With a final pat on his head, Daichi left to start cleaning up after breakfast. He continued sitting there feeling lost. He couldn't get his head around what his dad was trying to get him to understand. He just felt confused. So when his dad asked if he wanted to go play in the garden he gave an absent nod in return.

He made a bee line straight for the sand pit his dad made for him. There was just something about being surrounded by the grainy substance that put him at ease. Maybe it had something to do with the fact it was his father's quirk? Or perhaps it reminded him of the beach and by closing his eyes he could imagine the sound of waves.

Either way the place had become his thinking spot.

A place he could spend hours in and not do anything.

"I'm Natsu. I am Natsu."

'You are also Natsumi.'

He scowled at the words and felt frustrated with the irritation about the whole subject. Fuck, things had been so much simpler when he was just a gay man trying to make it through life.

Was he even classified as Gay anymore?

He could feel the angst and depression threatening to creep into his head already. It made him twitchy and anxious because he really didn't need a fucking repeat of his pre-teen years. Thank you very much.

He'd always known he'd been different. Especially with the foster homes and stuff, so when he started noticing boys more than girls he'd immediately knew something was up. When he'd been 13, it was thanks to the blessed gay porn on the net that confirmed everything. Then it was a matter of paranoia of everyone finding out. He hadn't known how lonely and isolated he felt until lgbt awareness was starting up.

This however, was an entirely different game.

He didn't feel alone or isolated. He knew without a doubt that he was loved by both his parents.

He didn't feel as if his body was wrong.

Sure he lacked a penis, but he was fucking reincarnated after being stabbed and falling from 28 floors. Having a vagina was literally not the worst thing in the world. Also, this body was HIS from the very start. He didn't have to kill no damn baby soul. It was HIM who had to suffer through the sensation of being squeezed out into the world.

So really, he had no problem with having girl parts. This body was his and he's perfect, which also meant there were very low chances of him ever getting a sex change.

He'd also experimented with drag between the ages 19 and 21. He was never able to fully embrace the drag queen in him- mostly because that demanded more energy than he had. However, he was comfortable in women's clothing.

So he doubted that would be an issue.

"Natsu-chan. Have you figured it out?"

"No." He grumbled with a frustrated whine.

"Hn…."

He let out a startled shriek when the sand beneath his butt started to move like it was alive. Four years later, seeing how casual people were about having stupid superpower's still made him uncomfortable. The sand morphed until it was shaped into a hand cradling him. He couldn't help but be impressed and awed by how easily his father could control his quirk. The man seriously must have been Gaara of the sand in his previous life with how good he was.

"Shouldn't Papa be working?" He absently commented while never once looking away from the sand.

Fun fact, his dad actually had a job. He never would have guessed his old man was a home based glass sculptor. It made sense when he thought about it since his Dad's quirk allowed him to control and create sand. He'd also been right in guessing his mom worked with fashion. She was a rather popular Hair stylist- mostly because her Quirk allowed her Hair to transform into any colour and style.

It was weird as hell, but still so freaking cool.

"You were being loud."

"Was not."

"Hn."

Stupid Jerk.

"What are you even making Papa?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Watch."

Suspicious old man.

But he obediently kept quiet and watched the man work.

It looked as if he was shaping the sand into a statue. Or maybe some kind of dwarf? He was definitely sure it's supposed to be a person though. He felt a bit triumphant when the sand finally stopped moving and was now in the shape of a small little boy. That feeling was short as without warning, the sand keeping him afloat dropped.

"PAPA!" he snapped but his father only snorted.

Daichi motioned for him to follow, all the while manipulating the sand statue to follow him.

He was so telling Masaki the stupid man dropped him.

Hah! See if he'll laugh then the jerk.

When he finally entered his father's workshop- Really it was just the shed. A place he was always warned never to enter without his father there. He immediately started sweating- the place was hot as fuck. The first time he ever entered the place, he swore it was simply proof that his father was the devil, and his workshop was the entrance to hell.

"Quiet. You're loud again."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"Hn."

The man was fucking Satan.

"Watch Natsu." Daichi sternly ordered.

After rolling his eyes, he did as he was told. He silently watched his father at work and couldn't help but be mesmerized by the process. There really was a difference in watching youtube videos' on how to make glass, and seeing it in real life. It was also obvious to him that his dad loved what he did. There was a certain air of peace and serenity around the man as he worked.

When the entire sand statue of the boy had melted into a glowing orange hot liquid, he watched his father manipulate it out with only his quirk.

Straight up- it was like real life Lava bending from Avatar.

And as a guy who'd considered the cartoon to be his religion in life- It was fucking amazing.

He watched as his father pulled and bent the liquid into shape. Occasionally using a metal rod to blow a few air bubbles in the substance. When he finally finished shaping the thing, he realized it was now a shiny glass statue of a girl.

He finally understood just what the old man was trying to say.

As Daichi moved the glass statue towards the cooling unit for all his finished work.

He was still staring at the same spot.

Though the statue had changed from being sand to glass. It was still sand- his father wouldn't have been able to manipulate it if it wasn't. Daichi just showed him that there wasn't any difference between Sand and Glass, just that they appeared different to the eye.

'You are both.' His father had said, and now he understood just what he meant.

He could be both.

"Well?" Daichi prompted with another round of his intense staring.

The stupid jerk didn't have to show off his quirk to make a point though.

Despite his thoughts, he knew he was smiling.

"I am Natsu and I am Natsumi." He softly answered

His father just smirked before placing his hand back on his head.

"Knew you weren't stupid."

When his mother came home, he was finally ready to confess his truth.

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Masaki couldn't help the giddy sensation bubbling within her as she arrived home after work. The news she had to share was just too exciting. So she really didn't think anything was strange about how her four year old daughter was sitting very patiently in a chair, right in front of the door. Why should she have? Natsumi was always the first to greet her when she finished work. She was also the last to say goodbye. It had been like that for a year now.

So Masaki really didn't think much about it.

"Mama's home Natsumi-chan! Did you miss me?" She chirped before eagerly engulfing the four year old into a very tight hug.

She only got a clue something was different when the little girl squeezed her extra tightly.

"Natsumi?"

Slowly she could feel her motherly instincts tingle. Warning her that something seriously different was taking place. She pulled back and cupped the child's cheeks with both palms. Anxiously looking the child over, she worried this was signs of a cold.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"Mama."

Masaki tried her best not to show her panic. She'd never heard her daughter sound so nervous before. In fact Natsumi had always been rather fidgety but never so obviously terrified.

"Mama, I need to tell you something."

Masaki was well aware she was considered a little young to be a mother. She'd only been 18 when she'd had Natsumi. She was used to the whispers that would start about her the minute word was out that she had a child. Most of it spoken out of jealously as she was married, rather successful and had a child. She had a lot of pride in the fact that she managed to balance the three rather well.

No one other than Daichi needed to know just how much she struggled with the pressure to maintain that balance.

Sometimes she'd envy Daichi for being able to spend so much time with Natsumi while she worked. The two shared a bond she often couldn't understand. While she knew her relationship with her daughter was not the same as Daichi's- she always felt like she was missing something.

So hearing those words from her daughter's lips certainly destroyed any giddiness she'd been feeling.

"Of course honey. You can tell me anything."

She spoke nothing but truth, yet somehow the words still tasted bitter on her tongue.

Her daughter could tell her anything, but she didn't trust herself enough to promise how she'd react. This entire interaction was scaring her, and on some level she was possibly having an anxiety attack.

So when Natsumi stepped out of her hold, she expected the worst. She expected something that would shatter her entire world. She expected to be told something horrible.

She didn't expect to be given something.

"Oh!"

Oh.

It was just a drawing in a frame.

She wondered if the relief she felt was obvious. She could feel her shoulders relaxing, could sense the cold sensation on her spine dissolving. She hadn't looked at the drawing yet, too busy trying to keep the smile on her face.

"Did you draw me a picture Natsumi-chan?"

When her daughter refused to look up, and just shook her head again. The previous anxiety came flooding back. She really didn't want to look at the picture now. However, it was obvious that she had no choice.

"Mama."

Swallowing despite the dryness in her throat, Masaki finally looked at the picture.

Ah.

"Mama?"

"Mmh?"

"I'm a-"

Masaki knows what had been said.

She could also read, but her mind was struggling to make sense of everything.

She could tell by the golden glass frame, that Daichi had made it. She knew his work well, but she could also tell that it hadn't been recently done. Automatically her mind was connecting clues she hadn't even known she'd been collecting.

Everything simply made sense.

Tearing her eyes away from the drawing, she looked at the child in front of her.

Once again it was like the truth of everything finally decided to scream in her face.

God, how had she never noticed any of this before?

"Mama…."

Masaki knew she had to say something. She'd seen a lot of movies and seen exactly what a parent should say in such a situation. However, how could she say such things? How could she tell her child 'everything would be fine', 'nothing changes' when all of it would be lies. She wasn't sure everything would be fine, because she didn't know what everything was. She couldn't say that nothing would change, because there would be changes.

She never once wanted to lie to her child- a vow both she and Daichi agreed upon. So she desperately racked her brain for some truth that she could say.

"I love you." Truth.

"I love all of you." Because you were mine and I was yours the moment you were born.

"I will always love all of you." Because you are everything, my precious miracle child.

She could feel her eyes grow hot, and knew she was seconds away from crying. It didn't matter either way because the child before her beat her to it. Without any prompting her child ran into her arms and sobbed clutching her tightly.

"Love you Mama."

"I know baby."

Through her blur of tears, she could see that Daichi had been watching it all quietly in the background. She knew that only he could see just how close to panicking and freaking out she was.

The rest of the night felt like it was a dream for her. They did exactly as they usually did every other night. The only distinct difference was the fact Masaki stopped calling her child Natsumi-chan and used 'baby' 'sweetie' and 'honey' instead. They had snuggle time, they had story time, they shared goodnight kisses.

However, before completely closing the door- she couldn't ignore the golden framed drawing on the bedside table of her child's bed.

"Night Mama."

"Sweet dreams baby."

Afterwards, Masaki made her way quickly to her and Daichi's bathroom and promptly fell into a mess of tears and panic. She could feel her quirk going out of control and reacting to her mess of emotions. The worst part was probably the fact her mind was going into overdrive and thinking of every single worst possible scenario her baby would face in the world. Just as she felt she was reaching the point of no return, she felt her body being pulled into a tight hug.

"That's enough." Daichi mumbled as he stroked her hair.

"She's a boy, Daichi!" She whispered.

She didn't dare speak any louder just in case they'd be overheard by the child of topic.

"She's a boy and I've been- God! How long have I've been- All those times!"

"Shh…Enough."

"I didn't even notice! How could I not have- I should have known."

"Masaki."

She stopped rambling immediately and looked up at him. With her fingers twisted in his shirt and her eyes puffy from crying, she could barely see his expression clearly. When his fingers started to stroke her hair, it helped calm her panic.

"He wasn't ready yet. You didn't know." Daichi soothed

"I should have! You always knew!"

"I wanted a boy. I noticed because I was looking for signs."

"Signs that our daughter was a boy!?" she couldn't help but counter with disbelief.

Daichi shrugged in his usual dismissive manner.

"Signs that she wasn't completely girly. At most I was hoping she'd be interested in sport."

Masaki rolled her eyes because that was literally so typical of her husband.

"When did you know?"

"I suspected when she was potty training and had a habit of lifting the toilet seat up."

Masaki couldn't believe she had missed that.

"I knew when she wrote it down for me after she turned three."

On some level she wanted to hate him for being first. For being the first to witness another first time for their child. On the other hand, she was grateful because Daichi would have handled it better than she would have.

"I don't know what to do, Daichi!?"

"You be a mother."

How!? She'd wanted a daughter because she was confident that she would know how to raise one. She wanted a daughter because she knew what to expect with a girl. She prayed for a girl because she'd been afraid her past would come knocking for her son.

"She's a boy but she's still our daughter."

Masaki took a breath and nodded, knowing he was right. They remained in such a position a little while longer before she finally remembered the news she had.

"Oh! I almost forget to tell you."

"Hn."

"I got an offer from that Fashion agency. They were looking for a stylist for their models and offered me the job. Which is also great because they live somewhere near the area."

"Hn."

"Well, the head of the agency wants to meet up. She said it'll be a semi casual interview or something. She's got a kid the same age as Nat- ours and thought it'd be great to make it a play date."

"Hn."

"I think her name was Mitsuki? Not sure, but their last name is Bakugou."

"Hn."

When morning came, Masaki was nervous but determined to do better than she had yesterday. She made sure to give herself a proper prep talk in the shower. She took over cooking breakfast and made sure Daichi knew that she was going to wake up their child.

But of course, she was always the last one in the loop.

Their child had beat her to it and she wasn't sure what to do with that.

"Morning Mama!"

"Morning baby. What are you doing?"

"I was waiting for you!"

"Oh?"

"Mhm hmm."

When her child stood before her beaming, she immediately noticed what they were wearing. It wasn't like Masaki had always dressed them in anything extremely girly, just the typical pinks and flower patterned kid clothing. However, it was clear by the mossy green overall and the black dinosaur long sleeve they wore that yesterday wasn't a dream. It was also clear that Daichi had obviously done some shopping.

"Mama?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Can you do my hair now?"

Ah!

'She's a boy but she's still our daughter.'

Stupid Daichi being all cryptic and mysterious.

Masaki took the brush and started to hum as she worked on a new style. She'd known that quirks always made their child a little uncomfortable. But in order to prove just how okay she was with everything, she activated it just a bit. Changing someone else's hair always took more energy and concentration, but it was worth it. She probably could have used scissors but her quirk allowed her to be more precise.

When she held the mirror up and showed her sweet child the finished product, she smiled.

"Do you like it Natsu?"

She heard how her precious little miracle's breath hitched.

"You're the handsomest baby boy a mother could have."

When Natsu turned into her embrace and just squeezed her. Masaki knew for sure in that moment that everything would be fine, and nothing would change.

This is probably the most spotlight Daichi and Masaki are going to get. So I decided to give them an opportunity to really shine.

I hope nobody is offended or sour about the way I wrote Masaki and Daichi's reactions.

I had my sister read this before and got some feed back, but I'm still a little worried on how this chapter will be received.

So please, please, PLEASE!

Review and let me know what you think of Natsu's development so far and how I handled this chapter.

There is always room for improvement so your thoughts are welcome.

Thank you !