Think: Alternate Futures

Think: Alternate Future: Doku Kobura: 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. I'm posting this just in time for Halloween! This is a "Think: Alternate Future" villain edition. I apologize ahead of time for the emotional roller coaster that you're all about to go through.

Warnings: This work contains mild language and violence.

"What are little gremlins, Mommy?" Kitiara asked.

You raised your attention up to her. She was swinging her legs while sitting on the countertop next to you. You were prepping dinner by dicing up some vegetables. Orichi was sitting beside her, looking at her phone while she spoke to you. The two twins appeared to be playing some kind of game where they slashed open different meats and vegetables with kitchen knives. It looked a little bit too violent for being seven.

"What are what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Auntie Toga called us little gremlins. I wanted to know what that meant," Kitiara said.

"I think it means we're bad, Kiti," Orichi said, swiping his finger across the screen to cut a ham in half.

You frowned, going back to slicing vegetables. "Auntie Toga just doesn't know what to do with kids. What she said wasn't nice. I'll have your father talk to her."

"Daddy laughed when she said it," Orichi said, his eyes still trained on the game.

You tightened your grip on the handle of the knife in your hands. "I'll have a talk with your father too." You wiped sweat from your brow. It had been a long day. You'd done a lot of cleaning around the house and hadn't stopped moving since early that morning. Doku might have gotten upset with you if he heard that, but you hated sitting around, even if you were pregnant. You always felt restless around the house. "Haku, could you come set the table please?"

"In a minute," he said.

Haku let out a heavy sigh, combing his hair back with his slender finger. He had fully reclined across the couch, barely fitting due to his height. He click-clacked away on his laptop. Doku told you that he was writing poetry, rather dark poetry, but at least he wasn't hacking into the Hero Commission's protected files. In addition to monitoring their online activity, Doku had made certain that information from his and your past were either non-existent or censored from the children. It hurt your heart to hide your past from them, but it was to keep them safe.

Haku had grown out his white hair, which made him look more like a fantasy prince rather than a teenage boy. He hadn't brought any girls around the house, so you were wondering if he was keeping them a secret from you. He looked just like his father, vivid green eyes and white hair, angled features like he was a model. The only characteristics that he really inherited from you were straight teeth with no fangs and his normal irises, instead of serpent-like, but his eyes were still more like his father's shape than yours.

Haku finally stood up from the couch, placing his laptop on the coffee table. He gracefully walked into the kitchen, not making a sound with his footsteps. Haku reached over you to grab an apple from the counter. You noticed that he'd painted his fingernails black, and you wondered where he'd gotten the nail polish from. You certainly didn't have any. Even after leaving hero society, you still kept all of your girly aesthetics.