Warnings: Angery Katsuki-Child, baby-fights, fire (lots of fire), and a really naive Otou-san.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the air I breathe.

Edited as of 3-8-18

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We were out the door and moving.

Izuku was clinging onto me for dear life as Otou-san pushed us down the stairs to the apartment building's ground floor, each step throwing the stroller into the air only for it to come crashing down onto the next step.

I did not mind the crying, the abominable noise of the stroller rocketing down the stairs, or the sense of nauseousness that these horrid stairs were giving me. What I did mind was Izuku choking me to death with his little baby arms.

Goddamn, those things could squeeze someone to death.

Finally, and thankfully, Otou-san finally ended our rambunctious ride down the stairs and pushed us along on flat ground. Izuku's fearful cry for help finally stopped and I was appreciative of the fact that I wouldn't suffocate to death. It would have been a shame if I were to die again and so soon.

I still had no idea where we were going and how long it would take to get there. I could only assume it would be awhile before I could get my bearings.

Anywhere but the home was fine with me. I was starting to get stir-crazy from the last three months of repetitive schedules.

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Apparently, we were at the park.

I was not told that because I still don't have a clue about understanding Japanese, and I definitely couldn't see it for myself, I still have a good few months before my eyesight develops that well. The only reason I could tell it was a park was due to the fact that Otou-san kept handing my brother and I amber, red, and yellow leaves every few seconds and there just had to be tons of trees around for that to happen and it had to be Autumn. Deductive reasoning has been my only friend so far in this life.

Otou-san just strolled us around the park for a good bit. It wasn't interesting or relaxing in any way. Though, I did come to the conclusion that strollers were horrible, for a very valid reason.

That was because the only view I had of the world was crotches. Only crotches. It was to the point where I thought that the designers of this stroller must have been high or some shit.

You don't think of this stuff in your right mind. Especially ignoring the fact that only crotches were visible to the riders.

Unsurprisingly, Izuku wasn't bothered by the wonderful view from the stroller. I didn't expect him to be disturbed, he didn't know that it was wrong to stare at peoples crotches.

I wish that I had that type of innocence right now. It would really help me forget this.

Otou-san finally stopped strolling us around and settled down on a grassy hill, plopping both me and my brother underneath a tree and on top of a blanket decorated with rubber duckies. It was adorable, to say the least.

My brother and I had the ability to sit up, which was actually difficult for an infant to do mainly because of the tremendous weight we feel from our bodies, so we just rested on the blanket while Otou-san actually ran away from us. Izuku looked as if he were about to burst into spontaneous tears and I couldn't do anything about it. If he was going to stay that sensitive to everyday occurrences, then I would have to back out of his problems to keep him independent. I know I said I wanted a sibling that could I could comfort, but the last thing I wanted was a brother who clung to me all day and every day. That would be excessive.

It seemed like our father was just going to get something from the stroller he left at the base of the little hill. He wasn't going to abandon us. It was simple.

Too bad Izuku couldn't take it. He was practically attached to my arm, holding in hopes of me not abandoning him.

Like what the hell could I do to get away? I didn't think I could scoot to freedom.

My legs were too jelly-like for that.

Otou-san came jogging back, a huge duffle bag slung over his shoulder as well as his significantly smaller messenger bag he had been carrying the whole trip. Izuku caught sight of him and finally let go of my arm, again, and burbled for our father's attention. While Izuku waved his arms around for Otou-san, I noticed the blurry globs moving behind our father's figure. As the globs moved closer and closer to my field of vision, I realized why we went to the park.

This was a fucking play-date. Kill me.

Two adults were carrying a small child, not much older than my brother and I, and rapidly approaching our little haven on the hill. I never so badly in my life wanted to assault a family member more than now. I didn't mind the park visit, that was bearable, but spending time with an unknown infant was torture. Why Otou-san? Why?

It was too bad I couldn't complain about this. By the time I can complain, this would already have been a forgotten memory.

Soon enough, the fellow infant was plopped onto our little ducky blanket and given a plush dinosaur. He must have been cranky because as soon as he received the small toy, he slapped the hand that gave him the gift. Oh joy, I was going to play with this brat for a while.

Hopefully, we would leave before an hour passes.

Our playdate finally put his attention towards us. He stared at us for a good few minutes, just examining my brother and I. I felt extremely uncomfortable with this child staring into my soul, but my brother comparatively was eating it up. Izuku had squiggled towards our playmate and started patting his shoulder. All the foreign child did was give Izuku a side-stare with his glaring eyes, sending all his hatred towards my innocent and unknowing brother.

I finally built up the guts to look him in the eyes and studied his appearance. The boy had ash blonde hair and unsettling red eyes. For some reason, he reminded me of one of those Ishvalans from Full Metal Alchemist but without the tanned skin. Those red eyes were staring into mine and they scared me.

A lot.

He finally got sick of my brother's unnatural clinginess and pushed him off with one shove of his chubby arm. Izuku seemed almost as startled by this boy's aggression as I was. This kid was violent and we weren't even more than a year old yet. I caught onto the idea that he probably acted like this all the time.

He was likely never in a good mood and that must drive his parents insane.

In fear of possible conflict, I began to look at my father in hopes of him helping my brother and me out of this situation. Otou-san was having a leisurely conversation with the two parents of the red-eyed monstrosity and didn't seem to notice my staring. I finally understood what the duffle bag he brought up was for; they were having a picnic. A freaking picnic. Otou-san and the two parents were just eating sandwiches while I was suffering in the pits of hell.

Everything must have seemed about right to Otou-san. It was all dandy.

Izuku's primitive mind finally realized what the blonde-haired boy had done to him and he broke into tears. Of course, that caught my father's attention.

Otou-san came rushing in frantically, stooping over to reach our level and swooping Izuku into his arms. Otou-san lulled his cries away into soft whimpers and finally managed to dull down the situation. My father continued to soothe my brother and gave a quick glance at our playdate and me.

I took this as my chance to get out of this mess and used all the hand-eye coordination I had to point a finger at the blonde boy's direction. The playdate looked surprised at my accusation, probably feigned to seem innocent, and just looked at Otou-san with wide eyes. Otou-san was just staring at me with his eyebrow raised.

Not that I could blame him, it was kind of weird to see a three-month-old that knew how to blame someone, let alone point at someone. Most children my age would have been throwing a tantrum or crying insanely.

Otou-san seemed to take my testimony as the truth and plopped Izuku back on our ducky blanket, walked off to the two adults still eating in the distance, and started discussing something. My hearing wasn't exactly the best either, so I couldn't hear the details of their conversation. It wouldn't even matter if I could hear them; I still didn't understand Japanese. I suppose our playmate was deemed guilty for causing my brother's fit because his mother, who looked scarily like her son, came marching over with an intimidating sense of superiority and started scolding the blonde.

I didn't know what she was saying to her son, but she was shouting so angrily that my instincts were practically screaming at me to start crying. What left me astounded was that the boy took it like a champ and stared his mother down throughout the whole thing. When she was done reprimanding him, he continued to stare at her. I suppose it was a show of power or endurance because she just sighed in response.

"Anata wa nani ka Katsuki-desu," the woman sighed, rubbing her temples vigorously. She stood up and walked away with her hands in the air. She seemed done with her son's attitude and I could definitely understand why.

So this kid's name was Katsuki. Thank the lord that Katsuki's mother mentioned his name, I didn't want to keep referring to him as "blonde boy".

Still, ... why was that so familiar? I feel like I have heard that somewhere... but where? For some reason, his attitude reminded me of someone named Katsuki but I couldn't recall who he was. I didn't have any Japanese friends or family in my old life, but this still reminded me of something from my past.

I sat on the blanket and continued to sift through my memories to figure out why that name was so familiar. Unfortunately, Izuku wasn't having any of my silence or my desire for some alone time. He stealthily shuffled towards me from behind, sat up, and gave me a bear hug from behind.

Izuku didn't seem to understand how heavy infant bodies actually were and ended up sending the both of us toppling over. I was being sandwiched between the ducky blanket, which was still adorable even with my squishy face smashed into it, and Izuku who was flailing around, trying to get back onto his rump. Alternatively, Katsuki was staring at the two of us with a sly, toothless grin on his face.

Bastard, he was loving this.

Once again, our amazing Otou-san came to the rescue. He pulled a frantic Izuku off of my back and sat me up straight. He then made a short side comment, probably something about my unwillingness to cry, and sat down cross-legged-style on the ducky blanket. I guess he didn't trust us to be here by ourselves and frankly, I didn't blame him for thinking that.

He leaned over the edge of the blanket after seating himself and grabbed a brown, crusty, and dry leaf. I had no idea what he was doing, but I was intrigued.

My eyes were glued to his hands as he started to crush the leaf up in his hands, mumbling to himself with every crunch of the shriveled up leaf.

"Anata ga issho ni iku tsumori ga nainara..." he announced after finishing up with the leaf, "Watashi wa shō de minasan o tanoshima semasu!"

I still didn't have a clue about what he was talking about, but I continued to play along as if I understood him. Nonetheless, he did seem pretty excited about what he was saying.

I squiggled a little closer towards him and masterfully positioned myself on my butt. I looked behind me to see Izuku picking grass from the ground at the edges of the blanket, marveling at its green color, and Katsuki slamming his dinosaur plushy into the duck blanket. Delicate I see.

He was even making airplane noises each time he made the dinosaur dive-bomb into the blanket.

Otou-san whistled for their attention and got Izuku to look up at him. My twin gently placed the blade of grass he was examining down onto the ground and waddled over to where I was sitting. He plopped himself right next to me and started to grab the ducks on the blanket.

Katsuki was still making his toy dinosaur kamikaze into the ducks. Otou-san sighed and decided to ignore the rebellious child. I suppose that if Katsuki's mother couldn't change his attitude, then Otou-san definitely couldn't do a thing about him.

With his three-month-old audience, he started to rub the dead leaf flakes in his hands. Every few rubs, he would take a look inside as if he were inspecting their quality or something. He seemed satisfied with the leaf crumblings after about ten inspections and held them out for my brother and me to see.

They were just plain old dead leaves.

I looked up at him, begging for some type of explanation that didn't involve words. His only response was a gesture. He held a finger up in the air, almost as if he were saying "wait for it...", so I shifted my gaze back to the leaves. What would he do now?

He started to blow into the leaves, softly at first and then increasing his intensity over mere seconds. He kept breathing onto the crumbled up leaves, starting to stir up the little pile that sat in his hands.

What happened next defied all science and reality that I had come to know in my previous life.

My father breathed fire onto the leaves.

Flames sputtered out of his mouth and lit the dry flakes. The leaves began to ignite and scatter all over the place.

It was oddly beautiful. The burning specks floated in the air, giving off a light orange glow.

I sat staring at the miracle that had just occurred in front of me while Izuku was swatting at the flying ashes.

I zoned out from there on. I couldn't think of anything else except what I had just witnessed.

It kept repeating in my mind like a broken record, it was all I could see.

My father had just broken every scientific rule out there with that 'trick'.

So who the hell was my father?

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Translations:

"Anata wa nani ka Katsukidesu" = "You're something Katsuki"

"Anata ga issho ni iku tsumori ga nainara..." = "If you're not going to get along..."

"Watashi wa shō de minasan o tanoshima semasu!" = "Then I'll entertain you all with a show!"