Think: Alternate Futures

Think: Alternate Future: Eijiro Kirishima: Our Kids

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

"Think: Alternate Future" side stories do not dictate the outcome of Think. Things that happen in these side stories do not affect the current Think story/chapters. Think of these short stories as a fun collection of possible outcomes that may or may not happen in an alternate universe, while still pertaining to characters in the main fan fiction, Think.

Warnings: This work contains blood and violence.

You should have listened to Eijiro, when he said that he wanted to have a nice day at the house with the kids. The six of you could have been watching a movie about now, snuggling on the couch, rather than fighting an onslaught of villains that decided today was the day they'd rob a local bank.

Your oldest son, Gou, was keeping the little ones safe, as you and Kirishima fought the oncoming villains. His hazel eyes scanned over his brothers. You still kept close to the boys to ensure no one would get near them. Gou had already altered all of their clothes with his quirk, creating makeshift armor that would be unbreakable to a powerful strike. Even though Gou was strong, there was no reason for him to fight anyone if his Pro Hero mother was there to protect her little cubs. Despite how young the other boys were, they too were charged up for a fight.

Daichi, your second oldest son, had built a small rock fort around his brothers. He was having a hard time with his quirk as of late, considering he could literally control any form of rock, but he had experienced the same drawbacks as you did, including the headaches and overwhelming feeling of power. It drained him to use it, but the two of you had trained together enough to start to understand how to combat the exhaustion. His mane also suffered the consequences of his quirk because his spiked black hair, which he preferred to wear down, was now tipped with blue and gaining more color every day.

Ryu, your third born child, was copying his father, hardening his entire body with a wide grin on his face. He bumped his fists together, over and over, ready to jump into the fray, if it weren't for Gou keeping his little brother at bay. Ryu was barely six, but the fire within him was something to admire. His black hair was spiked with about a gallon of gel, and his red eyes darted around sharply toward each villain.

Then there was little Shiro, your youngest. He hadn't yet developed his quirk. He'd only turned three a few months ago, so it was due to come in a few years, but there was no rush. His personality was a lot like yours as a child. He was rather quiet and well-mannered. You hoped having three older brothers empowered him, rather than made him feel small. His eyes were red and green like Christmas, the exact culmination of his father and mother's eyes. His hair was a deep brown like your own. You thought it may be just a matter of time before sprouts of blue appeared. You had a sneaking suspicion Shiro would have a quirk almost exactly like your own.

Kirishima had his hands full. He'd been in and out of an unbreakable state for far longer than he should have been, but fighting five guys at once didn't really give him a choice. It would have been fine had the alarm not set off a chain reaction of villains to come running. They probably thought it was their chance to cause a ruckus. You'd already apprehended two of the men from the bank heist, keeping a watchful eye on civilians and your children.

"Ryu!" Gou suddenly yelled.

You whirled, eyes widening as you watched your six-year-old cross the battlefield. He must have scrambled away from his brothers, and he was headed straight for a villain. Your quirk snapped out, before the villain even noticed him running in his direction. You hooked his body with your mind, sweeping him up into the air and in your direction. You struggled to keep hold as he twisted in your quirk's grip to get free.