My Number One Hero-(All Might/ Toshinori Yagi) Book 3

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As I walked through the bustling campus, I overheard snippets of conversation from students excited about the upcoming festival.

"I wonder what Class 1-A is performing?" one student asked, a hint of curiosity in their voice.

"What are the other three acts coming outside of UA?" another inquired, eyes wide with anticipation.

"Are outside acts even allowed, given the danger around the school lately?" someone else murmured, their voice tinged with concern.

I simply smiled to myself, grateful for the buzz of excitement. But soon, I caught sight of a familiar, comforting figure—a large, glowing presence that always made my heart skip a beat. There, standing near a group of students, was All Might, holding the hands of our children. My sparkly eyes twinkled at the sight of them—my beautiful kids, side by side with their father. They looked just like him, and as my brother had pointed out before, it was obvious they shared his traits. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the sight.

But before I could take a step closer, I felt a chill run down my spine. The familiar, sneaky presence of my brother slipped behind me, his black hood casting a shadow over his face, and the subtle clink of his glasses adding an eerie touch. He leaned in, his voice low but clear.

"They're definitely your kids, Hana," he whispered in my ear, "but if you didn't birth them, I wouldn't know they were yours."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I quickly swiveled around to face him, only to have my fist instinctively fly toward the top of his head, landing with a satisfying thud.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" I snapped, trying to shake off the lingering unease. I didn't have time for his teasing right now, especially not with everything that was happening today.

He simply grinned, unfazed, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him around the back of the building. We couldn't afford to be seen like this, not with everything going on.

As we made our way toward the back, I caught sight of my shy twin. His wide eyes locked with mine, and he froze. My heart twisted in my chest as I saw the uncertainty and the subtle flicker of tears threatening to fall from his gaze. His tiny hands reached out toward me, and my instincts kicked in.

Quickly, I pressed my fingers to my lips, giving him a silent wink, hoping to reassure him. But instead of easing his tension, I only saw him whimper, his little face crumpling with emotion.

Toshinori, ever observant, immediately stopped in his tracks. He turned to our son, kneeling down to his level. "What's wrong, little one?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. But the moment he did, I was blocked out of sight, hidden from view.

As my brother and I hurried toward the auditorium, the sounds of laughter and applause grew louder, filling the air with an electrifying sense of anticipation. We rushed inside, the door creaking slightly as it swung open, and we were immediately met with the lively atmosphere of the festival preparations.

Class 1-A was on stage, giving a preview of their performance, and I couldn't help but smile as I caught a glimpse of Serah in the audience. She was absolutely captivated, her eyes wide with amazement as she cheered for her classmates. There was something about seeing her so joyful that warmed my heart, especially knowing how much she admired everyone in Class 1-A. Not far from her, another small child, perhaps a younger sibling or a family friend, was clapping and smiling as well, clearly just as enchanted by the performance.

I paused for a moment, watching them both with a soft smile. It wasn't just the performance that was beautiful—it was the way my children found such joy in these moments. It reminded me why everything I was doing, everything I was fighting for, was so important.