There is a change of POV at the end.

Beta: OTrizy

Quote: "There are things you do sometimes, actions that you take by obeying sudden impulses, without stopping for even a fraction of a second to think, and then you spend the rest of your life either lamenting it or thanking yourself for it. They are rare, unique, and perfect moments." - Irene Gonzalez Frei

I would like to say that the day we turned one started like any other, but that would be a lie, so I won't say that. Instead what we see first when we opened our eyes (incidentally almost at the same time, was this twins telepathy?! Was that a thing in this world?) was our mother in her hyperactive mode dancing around the room, hanging decorations and singing something Japanese version of 'Happy birthday'. She had a nice voice as I already knew from the times she sang lullabies to us, however, to see her being so active in the morning while I was still half asleep… well, I was not a happy camper. That couldn't be said about my twin, because when he spotted our mother doing this... weird dance of hers, he was overjoyed and started happily clap and hum along.

Please no. Was this really happening?! Was everyone in this family early risers?! Whyyyyy...

While I was distracted by thoughts of my dreadful future, our mother finished decorating our room and was now walking towards us.

She smiled cheerfully when she saw that we were watching her and started to speak at a rapid pace.

"Izuku! Kou! Happy birthday...!"

And that was all I understood... I was somewhat capable of following words that were spoken to me now, but only if they were slowly and clearly said. I guess she was just too excited because of our birthday. I couldn't really fault her as I was excited too, but for different reasons. I managed to endure one full year of doing baby things! Now that I succeed in reaching this milestone of my life, I felt hope that this enduring was not endless! One day... one day I would arrive at the point where I won't be limited by this uncooperative body! One day-!

I was dumped into a bathtub.

'Okay… that day was still far away,' I thought morosely as I glared at warm water into which I was discarded. Wanting to vent some of my frustration, I started to violently slap water around me. I stopped when one of the splashes I created hit my brother's belly. I lifted my eyes to peek at my brother's face. He looked stunned for a moment, but then he met my eyes and something glinted in his. His mouth stretched into a mischievous smile and he started to splash chunks of water at me.

Okay, you cheeky little brat. You want, a war? You got it! But don't cry when I completely destroy you!

However, I made a grave mistake... No we both did. We forgot something and that was a doom for both of us. On that day we received a grim reminder... we experienced complete annihilation and that will haunt us for at least a decade.

As both of our bodies radiated defeat our indomitable foe stood above us with a content smile on her face.

Apparently, our mother was the queen of water fights.

...

Okay, I was little over-dramatic there but seriously that sure was embarrassing! Man, I really should polish my water-fighting skills if I ever wanted to take revenge... Wait what I was even thinking?! Was I always so immature?! Ugh... whatever... going with a flow there. Heh, with the flow... there still was a lot of water in the tub so I could try it...

...

Actually, I think I was becoming more childish the more time I spent as a toddler, however, this wasn't such a bad thing, I suppose. I'll have to go through the whole childhood again so it was better if I could behave as a normal child. Not that I could completely pull that off as I was little (read a lot) antisocial human being. But hey I think I was actually more sociable now? True, I only ever communicated with my family and sometimes with the woman who looked after us when mom couldn't but how much harder it would be for me to talk with other people?

Maybe I could try it today? I think I heard my mother say that her parents would be coming today. I will have to brush out my acting skills because while my mother was already used to somewhat quiet-self I could be seen as a mentally underdeveloped child or something to my grandparents. Not something I wanted to be known for as one could guess.

I would just copy my brother's blabbering and happy self. Not that hard.

xXxXxXx

Okay, screw all my plans of acting as a happy child I was so not gonna to that shit. I was still feeling quite miffed and I nobody could pay me enough to smile at that witch.

I should explain what made me so displeased, to do that I'll need to start from the start.

Our grandparents came around an hour or so after our bath time and the first thing that sprang into my head at the sight of them was: 'Damn.'

Our grandmother was… I didn't have words to describe her. I could say beautiful like our mother but that wouldn't give her enough justice. Our mother was beautiful, no doubt about it but she was more cute and lovely than bewitching. In comparison, our grandma's was beautiful too but it was in more mature and delicate way, ethereal beauty if you would. Even if she was probably pretty old, she still could give most of the models run for their money.

Her green hair (lighter than our mothers) was arranged into a tight bun at the top of her head. On her face, where first wrinkles were starting to appear, she had tastefully done makeup, making her look younger than she probably was. How old were my grandparents anyway?

She was dressed in a... how was that piece of clothing even named? Kimi… kimono or something? Point was that it was gorgeous and even though I've never been a vain individual I was feeling quite underdressed at the moment in my white T-shirt with duck at the front and blue-white checkered pants.

She had neutral expression on her face but what made me stop and actually look were her azure eyes that didn't hold that mature look one would expect from such dignified looking woman, no her eyes held mirth in them as if she knew exactly what everybody's first thoughts of her were and it amused her to no end. Well... she certainly was an interesting individual.

Our grandfather was... enormous. He easily towered over both women and I would have been wary of him a little if it weren't for his kind face and warm smile. His face held more wrinkles than his wife's but it didn't make him look older than her. In fact, his laid back posture made him look younger. He had green eyes that were identical to our mother's and therefore to ours. His hair… heh… his hair well, I actually didn't know how to explain that black mess. I wondered if our hair would look like that, too, when we grow up? That thought was… terrifying. And he had a beard on his face. It didn't make him look unkempt or something as it completely suited his rough features.

His attire consisted of kimono too; however, it was plainer than the one woman wore. I think I liked his more because it looked more practical and it was dark blue in color and that was like my favorite color.

Now that I described my grandparents let's go onto what made me so grumpy.

They firstly greeted our mother and while I did expect the form of grandpa's greeting (he ruffled her hair and then hugged her)... I certainly didn't expect what grandmother did. She examined our mother's body from top to down, nodded to herself and then spoke: "You look good for a single mother."

Following that she slapped our mother's back. And from how much effort our mother had to spend to just stay upright I deduced that it was quite a slap.

I frowned at the meaning of her words. I certainly didn't understand it fully but from how grandpa looked scandalized and our mother troubled I somehow understood what she was trying to say and it was quite rude. Even I wouldn't say something like that. Probably.

"M-mother! You know that I am not a single. I have a husband!"

Mom sounded pretty indignant and I don't really fault her there as I was pretty displeased too.

"Oh? So where is he? His kids are one year old and he isn't with them. What a waste of a man."

Grandmother's voice now held a derisive undercurrent in it and as she lashed her last sentence it was told so coldly that even hell would freeze over with it. I was no lesser human but damn, that woman was scary. That, however, could not stop me for glaring daggers at her.

"Dear."

Grandfather put his hand on his wife's shoulder. His voice was firm but when she set her gaze rest on him he actually looked flustered a little bit. Clearly, he was the whipped one.

"What. I am only telling truth."

Her voice was flat and her eyes dared him to disagree. He didn't. I, however, had something to tell her. Sure, I wasn't following conversation fully. But. My mother looked more and more upset as words were exchanged and I didn't like it. Not one bit. And from my brother's nervous twitching he didn't like it either (we were both seated on the ground with bricks around us). I took his hand into mine and squeezed it to let him know that his big sister would take care of this (I had to find out soon who was older one out of the two of us, but until then I was the older one).

When he directed his gaze to me I sent him a small smile. Then I let go of his hand and made my way to the woman who was making my brother uncomfortable and my mother distressed.

So, she wasn't fond of my father I could understand that as I was pretty pissed at him too, but mom didn't do anything wrong! Who gave her the right to upset my family?!

Now, I was a fairly pissed individual in that moment and as I liked approach 'do something then think' better than, let's say more practical ones, I did something others would consider stupid. I would probably too if I actually thought that through.

But I didn't... thus...

I bit her leg.

Silence.

Okay, so yeah I could be pretty hasty, but I've never seen it as a problem because I was strong enough to get out of any shit my impatience would get me into. However, I think I should start to learn to control myself now... not wanna get into problems in this life too.

Anyway, after a brief silence, in which everybody just looked at me, I decided that I was already in deep shit so why not finish it? Thus I stopped to hold that old woman's leg with my teeth and tilted my head up to glare at the woman. Then I calmly spoke one word to her.

"No."

She lifted one of her perfect eyebrows at my audacity but instead of accepting my challenge she shifted her eyes to look behind me. I blinked in confusion at that until I heard soft shuffling sounds behind me.

'What in the world-?'

Before I could finish my thought something jumped on my back and pushed me into a carpet. The weight was warm and familiar and I couldn't exactly comprehend what was he trying to do.

"No!"

My twin's voice was loud and resonating making it sound like a command. It certainly had more impact than my calm statement. However we both expressed our dissatisfaction with our quest and we dared her to continue in upsetting our mom in our presence.

I tried to shake my brother from me but he was like a leech so I huffed and decided to just glare at the woman from the ground. I was little exasperated at him for inviting himself into the trouble like that but at the same time I was warmed by the thought that he wanted to shield me... or he just liked being sprawled over me.

Silence ensued again but it only prevailed for few seconds after which our grandpa spoke again.

"Dear."

It held more edge than before and when I looked at his face his expression was serious and there was something that flashed in his eyes that I didn't dare to identify. His wife looked at us and into his eyes and they had a silent conversation. The silence started to be pressuring until the woman sighed in defeat and looked to the left at the wall.

"Okay. Okay. I am not going to talk about him again. Sheeesh sensitive much?" she muttered to herself, but her husband cleared his throat and sent her a meaningful look that she registered when she turned to look back at him at his sound. She rolled her eyes but did as asked.

"I am sorry for the scene. It was uncalled for," she directed this apology at our mother who only nodded in acceptance. She had this resigned look on her face as if she saw this coming but hoping that it wouldn't happen.

Then she bent down to our little heap on the ground and patted us on our heads.

"I am sorry to you two, too. I can see now why my daughter looks so happy."

I was speechless at such fast turn of events. Did it mean we weren't in trouble? I didn't know what just happened here but clearly, I was too hasty in deciding who the whipped one was.

xXxXxXx

So there you have it, the cause of my bad mood. Sure she apologized, but still! She wasn't out of the hook yet, because clearly, she said that apology because she was pressured and not because she wanted to.

Thinking about how her husband could make her say sorry just like that made me quite impressed. I looked from my bowl full of baby food and directed my gaze at grandpa. I blinked in surprise when I realized he was already looking at me.

"You said her name was Kou-chan, right? She is quite good at eating on her own for a child her age."

Huh… Was I good at eating? I looked in confusion at my brother who was sitting opposite of me. I sweat-drooped. Yeah, I could see his point now that I actually compared mine and my brother's eating habits. His food was everywhere I think there were even stains on the wall behind him and the wall was quite far away from a table. If you compare it to my tray that has just some food here and there because sometimes my hands were just like "No, we want to move this way!"… yeah, I think this was pretty bad? I probably should have eaten a little more sloppily.

I let my eyes rest on my bowl again as I pondered what should I do next. If I started to make more mess than usual it would only make me more suspicious. But hey was it really that big of a problem? Sure I didn't want to be seen as some prodigious baby because I sure as hell wasn't (I've barely managed to pass high school) but overall? I didn't really care what they thought about me (though I didn't want to be seen as a mentally-ill if I could prevent it) and as long as they wouldn't try to shut me into some sort of Institute...

"And quite perceptive," he continued and I was hard pressed to not look at him. Sure I didn't know what was said about me exactly, but I could guess it was probably something about my awareness because shit I did it again. I looked at my brother plate and then at mine just after he said that I was eating tidily. I was digging my own grave there.

"Oh, yes she is quite aware of her surroundings! Sometimes I have felt like she could understand what I was saying without problems! And she is quite a fast learner too!"

Mother was answering grandpa and again there were so many words that I didn't know and it was driving me crazy. I needed to know what was being said! Why couldn't they speak English... it would be so much easier then...

"That's interesting... maybe her quirk already activated and it's something that makes her super-aware? Sometimes there are individuals that have quirk completely different from their parents. It's very rare but given the peculiarity of my quirk... it's not that far-fetched. And seeing as you had twins... there is still so much that we don't know about the bond twins share and how that influences their quirks."

Kosei? What was that shit? And why should I have something like that?

Wait maybe it was their equivalent of magic! Was that why they could use those superpowers? Ooooh, maybe I could use one too? That... would be totally awesome. It was like dream come true for all the people on the Earth. Though I do wonder what ability I have if I had one? Did I have telekinesis like my mother? Or something that my father possessed? Or something completely different? How did one even discover his ability?

In my excitement, I forgot that I was still holding the spoon and as my hands decided that they were bored with cooperation it caused food that I had in the spoon to fly... Right onto my brother.

...

Seriously? That was like second time today. I glared at my disobedient hands. And then turned to look at my brother. He was reaching to pat spot on his forehead where my food ended and when his hands reached it, he sent an accusing pout at me. I shrugged my shoulders at him in a way that said 'I don't know how I did that" and send him an apologetic smile. That didn't satisfy his indignation so with a sense of dread I watched as he scooped what remained of his food and sprang it at me. However before the ball of food could touch me, it stopped few centimeters in front of my face and then it started to slowly fly towards... our grandmother?!

Oh, okay then (I was getting too used to crazy things that were happening around me)... so she could use telekinesis too? Interesting. So are those powers inheritable? Although I think grandma's ability worked a little differently... or she could just control it better. When mom summoned to her something it flew to her right away and at much faster speed. And I didn't think I've ever seen her attract something moving, too.

"Oh! Thank you, mother. Knowing those two it would have developed into another food fight," spoke mom as she frantically stood up to… I don't even know what she wanted to do and before she could do that (again don't know what she was planning), grandma waved her hand in a gesture that said she should sit again.

"Don't sweat it. But you probably should teach them better manners if this is what happens regularly."

"Eh... yes..."

Grandmother did say nothing after that and instead stood up.

I observed her every move as she walked around the table and towards my brother who was staring at her with starry eyes. The ball of food following her like lost puppy. Once she arrived where she wanted, she took my twin's empty bowl and she discarded the ball into it.

"Now that's bad, don't waste food Izuku. Kou didn't mean to hit you before. Isn't that right, Kou?"

She started to speak and her sentences were consisting of easily understandable words, she even changed her tone of voice to suit the content of her words. Clearly, her last sentence was directed at me. What was that woman planning now? Well as I showed them before that I was a very perceivable baby, it would probably be stupid of me to not answer her... but...

... I hate complicated stuff like this. Okay. Let's just wing it.

"Yeeee..."

Here. It was not very intelligent reply but it was not outright ignoring either, right?! What do you say now, you old hag?!

She looked amused at my attempt to throw her for the loop.

Shit. What did I do now?!

xXxXxXx

The lunch continued quite peacefully after that. Thought I was still wary of looking at either one of my grandparents. They were both crazily observant and it was such a bother to be around them.

I wasn't saying that our mother wasn't observant. Hell no, there was nothing that could be missed by a mother in her mother-hen mode (that was turned on most of the time), so yes she was very aware that I was not exactly normal but she accepted it. She didn't care that I was weird, that I was abnormal even; she just took all of that in and didn't differentiate between me and my brother. And really if somebody ever wondered how I came to love her so much so fast... this here was one of the reasons.

After lunch, brother and I were moved into our beds for the afternoon nap and when we woke up we spent few hour in the presence of our grandparents and mother but this time there wasn't a whiff of animosity and uneasiness that was in the air between them before our nap. It looked like adults talked everything out. I was glad, to tell the truth, my poor frayed nerves wouldn't survive another scrutiny.

As I said we were with each other for few hours and in that time I found out some interesting facts.

Grandma's name was Midoriya Aihi and grandpa's Midoriya Manabu. That meant that we had our mother's maiden surname and that was pretty unusual. Was father's surname so bad that she didn't want it? And what about him, did he change his name too? Questions, questions. I had to wait till I was old enough to speak fluently, to have my answers though.

Our grandparents live pretty far away and that was supposedly why they visited on only this important occasion. When I thought about it they didn't show up at our mother's birthday too and speaking of it, when was it even? I've never seen her celebrating anything. That will have to change.

Another thing discovered: both of them were sooo weak to my twin's smile. Really, he will be the force to reckon with when he grows up and realizes what power his smiles had. Maybe it was his super power? Pity that I didn't have one like this too then. My smiles often had opposite effect, though I guess it was because I was trying too much. In the first place, why should I smile at people I didn't want to? Okay, they weren't that bad per se, but for me, they were still strangers and my smiles were only reserved for the people I like (ergo my brother and mom) - or at least those decent smiles were. The scary smiles though? Fair game.

And I found from their conversation that they would stay here for a week.

Well... that last information was more unpleasant than interesting.

After our get-to-know-each-other moment we moved into the kitchen where we had dinner and then mom brought a tray with five mini bowls on it. In them was pudding-like substance and into two of them were shoved candles.

Mother took my twin into her arms and I was lifted by grandpa. I was so happy that he was the one to pick me as I liked him more than that witch. Then we were both moved near our bowls and we 'blew out' candles (more like our holders blew them out but that detailed! Detail!).

Now was time for… presents! And who didn't like presents? I certainly liked them, if their objective wasn't to kill me, that's it. But as now there currently was no one who wanted me dead, I could enjoy my presents all I wanted.

My brother and I attacked the pile of presents with the same enthusiasm and I probably should have been embarrassed about that, but who cares! Presents!

There was a lot of them all in all. Most of them were that of the useful kind (like clothes, pacifiers, bibs, children's book...). I think my favorite was books that our mother could read us. And wasn't that ridiculous? Me being happy because of books? Hah... but as they say 'desperate times, call for desperate measures' and I was becoming quite desperate to learn that damn language already.

After we unpacked the last present we both were pretty exhausted. Well, it was quite tiring day and even though the start was horrendous, the end was that much better.

xXxXxXx

I didn't know what woke me up. Was it some sudden noise? Howling of neighbor's dog? I truly didn't know but one moment I was asleep and next I was dragged out of the land of dreams (I surprisingly didn't have a nightmare that night) and into the real world.

I was pretty disoriented by that sudden awakening and so I didn't register that there was somebody in the room until that person moved. Still half asleep I blinked few times at the shadowed person that was bent over my brother's crib and released questioning sound. Did mother come to check on us or something?

But as the person quickly turned around to look at me I realized that it wasn't our mom. It was bigger and certainly not a woman. I would have started screaming to alarm someone but the person's next words made me reconsider that idea. I recognized his voice.

"Oh. I am sorry. Did I wake you up Kou-chan?"

It was our father's voice. Even though it was already months that I last heard it, I easily recognized it. How could I not? He was one of the first people I heard in this world and he was my parent. However distant he was (he was still better than may las one, anyway).

He moved from my brother's crib to mine and took me into his arms. He was very careful with me; to the point that it was annoying. I was not made from glass, damn it! He then slowly extended his finger to touch my cheek but before he could reach it I snatched from the air. I didn't like being poked, thank you very much.

I gazed with furrowed brow at the finger in my fist. It looked so big in comparison to my whole fist. I was so tiny! It was little creepy... However before I could marvel more at the difference in our body sizes, the hand that was holding me started to tremble. I confusedly shifted my eyes from the finger to stare up into the face of my parent.

'What...? Is he... Is he crying?'

I was completely bewildered, to say the least. He really was crying. Silent sobs were wracking his body as tears continued to drop from his eyes and then when they slipped from his face they fell onto my face with a wet slap.

I... what I was supposed to do? Like, what should I do to calm a grown-up man?! This was totally out of my comfort zone!

I made a distressed whine and waved my hands around to let him know that I was the baby here and no, I wouldn't be the one placating him.

"I am sorry... I didn't want to frighten you. I was just... You are both an already year old...I am sorry. The time flew by so fast and I wasn't there for you. I am so sorry. I am sure that you don't even know who I am..."

He continued to babble about that and that. What the hell?! I was not a psychiatrist, you know?! In the first place if you are so sorry that you weren't there so why weren't you?! I didn't ever hear one call from you! You could be sad and all that shit, but mum was sad too, you know?! And what about Izuku! He will grow up without father role in his life! And… and… you better have had a good reason for all the shit you are pulling when I someday ask you! If not then... then I don't know what I will do, but I will become angry, and angry me is not pleasant fellow to be with.

In my upset state, I didn't realize that I started to bang his chest with my little fists. It was probably just my way to stop this... this... pitying! He stopped his rant and looked down at me, clearly perturbed. I huffed and halted my endeavor to break his ribcage. Seriously... this man. I was more man than he was!

Already feeling exhaustion creeping at me I fought to stay awake for just a little bit more. Just long enough for me to say my "first" word to my father.

"O-tooou-san."

I tried to convey exactly what I was feeling for him in that but because it came out in a form of a tired whine it probably didn't have the effect I intended.

'Oh well... I already did enough, now it's time for him to put some effort...'

~Change of POV~

Midoriya Hisashi was your normal, average looking Japanese man. He had brown hair that reached to his chin, brown eyes that were usually hidden behind black square glasses and with some sprays of freckles there and there he was your mediocre citizen of Japan... Except when he wasn't.

Now let's not go into the detail of why he wasn't at those certain times. It would only hurt your pretty little head.

At the age of twenty-five, this man married a woman that he was seeing for three whole years. He couldn't have chosen a better wife. She was a cheerful and amazing individual who always waited for him at home and greeted him with open arms when he arrived after being away for weeks (months even). Then his lovely wife became pregnant and wasn't that just best thing ever? But as Hisashi didn't have the safest work in the world he decided that for twins to be safe, they had to move away. Though he didn't say that like that to his wife. His reasoning to her was that it would be better for kids to grow up in calmer and quieter town. She, of course, knew that it wasn't his full reason, but bless her beautiful soul, she agreed despite her doubts.

Thus they moved. He knew he asked too much of her, they moved quite far after all and there were unfamiliar people everywhere. So as to help her settle (and ease his guilty conscience) he decided to take a few weeks off from his work.

She was expecting to give birth soon too, so he wanted to be here for her.

And then the day 'D' came.

It was a day full of anxiousness and distress but at the same time full of happiness and exhilaration. At the end of the day, he was the proud father of two little beings.

They were beautiful and he wasn't even embarrassed when he cried tears of joy when he first had them in his arms.

That day as he looked down at his two sleeping kids, daughter and son, and his tired but happy wife, who sent him one of her smiles that made him fall so hard for her, he decided. He will not endanger this family of his, not even if it would mean that he wouldn't be there to see his little angels grown up. He will work extra hard in preserving their safety.

Though he did decide that it was hard for him to leave his three precious people. He stayed for the first two months of twin's life, though he sometimes had to vanish for a bit because of some kind of emergency at work. But he knew that he couldn't be here for much longer.

So with a heavy heart, he came back to work full time. He spent more time working than before because it was too dangerous to travel the long journey to his family. He sometimes sent a letter to his wife, however, he never called as mobile conversations could easily eavesdrop and of course, he made sure to send a sufficient amount of money to his wife's account.

Though there were times when he couldn't help himself and he had to go check on them. It was usually at night when if he somehow woke somebody up, he could let them think that he was just a dream.

Tonight was one of those nights.

He knew that twins turned one today so, with apprehension, he made sure to check up on them. His pocket filled with two presents he would never deliver because it would show he was there and he didn't want to taint their lives with his presence.

Therefore he came there. His plan was to stay for ten minutes and then silently leave, maybe even check on his wife, but he wasn't sure if he should risk that with others in the house.

Then his daughter awakened.

She had never done that when he was there and he didn't know what to do and before he could control himself he was clutching her in his arms. She certainly grew bigger and heavier but she was still so small. He was reminded of the day they had to take her to the hospital. At that time he was so afraid of his little girl dying or being unresponsive for the remainder of her life.

He still wasn't sure what made her be... so still and quiet... and that dead expression of hers haunted his dreams to this day because he didn't ever want to see that look in his little princess's eyes.

He was lost in memories of that time so when she took his finger into her little hand it was just too much.

He broke down.

He was aware of the fact that he was being absurd. He chose this so why was he so emotional about it now?! But even knowing that, he couldn't stop the flow of words coming out of his mouth. Half of the time he didn't even know what he was speaking about, but he was sure apologies were the most frequent theme.

Then he felt light bangs on his chest, looking down at his sometimes too observant daughter he was taken aback when he saw her too keen daze. However soon it was replaced with tiredness and she started to go back to the land of sleep. Of course not before shaking up his world again.

It was truly curious how one word could mean so much. Even if that word was barely distinguishable it brought him so much delight, hope, and more importantly determination. It helped one despairing man to harden his willpower.

He put his daughter into her bed and left without looking back. All that remained after his departure were two little charms that were hung on each of twin's cribs.

And it was for a long, long time when one Midoriya Hisashi saw his family again.

Aaaaand cut~!

Explanations:

Kosei = quirk, if it wasn't clear from the chapter.

The name Aihi can mean something like "loving queen"

Manabu means "to study".

About Hisashi, he is cannon so you can find his name's meaning on the wiki, but for those who are lazy to find it, it means "a long time ago".