"That's it… from today on, little Sora, you'll be living with your aunt. How does that sound? Are you happy?"
Takeyama Yu stopped in front of Room 502, pulled out her keys, and smiled at the boy beside her as she unlocked the door.
"…Ah."
Amano Sora's lips twitched slightly.
Could he say he wasn't happy?
"…Y-Yeah. Happy," he replied reluctantly.
"That's good enough for me." Takeyama Yu didn't bother checking whether the smile on his face was forced or not. She pushed the door open cheerfully. "Come on in. Your sister Nanami's been preparing a welcome dinner since noon."
If it had already come to this, what else could Sora do but follow?
"Sister Nanami lives here too?" he asked in surprise. "Wait—didn't you just say she's been cooking since noon?"
"Of course," Takeyama Yu said proudly. "We're best partners—perfect teamwork—"
Suddenly, her expression changed.
She shoved the door open and rushed inside.
Sora followed right behind her—and froze the moment he stepped into the apartment.
A strange, burnt smell assaulted his nose.
"…Something's burning," he muttered.
Takeyama Yu's face turned pale.
"Hanabira Nanami—!!"
"C-Coming! Coming! Coming!" Three panicked cries rang out as a woman in an apron stumbled out of the kitchen. Her once-neat clothes were stained black, her face smudged with soot, and wisps of smoke trailed behind her.
"Little Yu! Little Sora! You're back!" she cried, tears welling up as she rushed forward.
Before she could get close, Takeyama Yu grabbed her under the arm and lifted her effortlessly.
"What. Did. You. Do?" she demanded darkly.
"I—I was just cooking!" Hanabira Nanami protested weakly, eyes rolling back. "J-Just cooking…"
Sora pressed a hand to his forehead.
He wasn't surprised at all.
Whenever his aunt and Hanabira Nanami were together, something like this always happened.
Nanami had been Takeyama Yu's roommate back at Hero University and later became her partner at the agency. She was competent at logistics and paperwork—but utterly hopeless in daily life.
Take this situation, for example.
Two gas stoves.
One rice cooker.
One induction burner.
She had thrown vegetables, unpeeled, straight into water.
Poured oil over vegetables without frying them.
Half-washed rice and dumped it into the pot.
Fish, shrimp, and crab all boiled together.
Worst of all—
She forgot to turn off the fire.
Every single time.
By the time she remembered, the pot would already be blackened beyond salvation.
"How is she still alive…?" Sora muttered under his breath.
"You call this cooking?!" Takeyama Yu roared. "You've burned the kitchen!"
"I—I'm sorry…"
Sora sat in the living room, listening to the chaos unfold, utterly helpless.
After four years of knowing Nanami, he should've known better than to expect a normal meal.
In fact, he was fairly sure the kitchen wouldn't be usable for at least half a month.
"…Let's just order takeout," Sora sighed, pulling out his phone.
And so, the first meal in their new home ended in delivery food and an intense lecture from Takeyama Yu.
—
That afternoon, Sora was sent straight to school.
(Just discharged in the morning, back in class by afternoon. Truly merciless.)
Sitting in the classroom after so many years, Sora stared ahead with lifeless eyes while the teacher droned on.
His original self had always been quiet—Quirkless, invisible, easily overlooked. Most of his time had been spent training alone, making him even more forgettable.
He was the kind of student teachers barely remembered.
After class, Sora collapsed onto his desk.
"…I'm exhausted."
"Um… Amano-kun?"
A cheerful voice floated beside him.
Sora turned his head and saw… nothing.
"Oh. Right." He smiled faintly. "Hey, Hagakure."
Toru Hagakure—his childhood friend. The invisible girl.
They had met years ago, back when she was bullied for her Quirk. He'd stepped in without thinking, and they'd stayed friends ever since, even after being separated into different schools.
"Amano-kun, I heard you were discharged today… Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"I'm fine. Totally healthy," he replied casually.
"Oh… okay." She hesitated, clearly wanting to say more.
She knew about his parents. She'd seen the news. But she didn't know how to comfort him.
Sora, of course, couldn't see her conflicted expression.
Eventually, the bell rang, and Hagakure hurried back to her seat.
"That girl…" Sora chuckled softly.
Even without seeing her face, he could tell she'd been worried.
His thoughts drifted.
He remembered her future hero costume—the invisible suit made from her own hair fibers. Without it, her Quirk left her completely exposed.
"I should remind her someday," he muttered. "Her costume needs to be made from her own cells…"
Then his thoughts wandered further.
How did Hagakure even pass the U.A. entrance exam?
Compared to Shinso's brainwashing, invisibility wasn't that useful against robots.
And then there was Mineta. And Koda.
How did any of them destroy robots with armor that thick?
Only Midoriya and Bakugo made sense.
The rest…
"Thinking about it gives me a headache."
Sora leaned back in his chair and sighed.
But one thing was certain.
This world was different now.
And so was he.