The Illegitimate Son

Chapter 1- His New Friend

The Illegitimate Son

The boy, in his teenage years, managed to break a sad smile as his eyes lost control of their strength and let tears consume his sight. He stumbled upon an alley, so dark in the rising morning, but it was perfect for him. He still had time to fix his composure. No one would see him cry for no apparent reason; not even Faian whom had enhanced senses. He would have to work twice, thrice, four times through the feelings of rejection and guilt, intertwining with shame into being the normal feeling of anxiety for the first day of school.

[Image of Aaron crying in the alley]

'It isn't okay to cry; you are going to be a hero. You can't cry.' He thought as he used his hands to wipe the tears away.

He seemed to have felt this way when he got his results from U.A.’s Entrance Exam. He watched a lady, her hero name being Midnight, congratulate him for being accepted into the General Education course; where he can train his Quirk to be suited in a work environment. He watched and then listened to the optimistic -hard to ignore- booming voice, so enriched with hope for the new generation of heroes to come from ALL MIGHT himself. He glanced at his friend-his brother to be exact- who looked at him with a kind expression. Outside, he was worried about how his Prudentia form went, having noticed that his legs weren’t injured, but on the inside, was he feeling his worst. In other words, he was useless, he was too focused on his ice-skating adventures that he ‘forgot’ to prioritize the fact that he had his mother’s quirk, Iron-blood. He did not deserve his quirk, he deserved to suffocate in his thoughts, crying himself to sleep.

After he took a few breathing exercises and thinking of nothing but an empty room with files sprawled everywhere and collecting it in random places, the young one -his thoughts vanished for the moment- took advantage by remembering a sweet, warming smile that helped him through all his living years. His lips, in a sad smile got stronger and lighter in the sense of happiness. He fixed his red, slicked back hair and smiled like nothing had occurred. After all, it was his first day of school, he had to be optimistic for his classmates and him.

The young boy had reached a two-story house that had been painted with blue grey tones with charcoal trims. There were two trees in the front and where he appeared to know the person who lived there very well that he just opened the door with a soft knock to let the person know he was inside.

He spotted the young lad deep in his thoughts. He sighs softly as he took in the fact that he was going to wear his bloody moccasins to school and his jacket -a gift from his family- draped over his shoulders, above his school uniform. He got closer to him, and then asked, "Hey, Faian. You ready to go?"

He must've been deep in his thoughts as he blinked, looking at the red-head. With a simple nod, they began their voyage to the infamous U.A. school.

The two had entered the train that was closest to the school and Faian casted a side-glance at Aaron who gulped softly. He could smell the stress sweat through his deodorant, though, he did not use his draconic senses to do so.

"Nervous, little flame?" he asked, the corner of his lip raising a bit, wanting to comfort his brother.

"A bit. It's just the pressure of going to such a well-known school. It'll pass...hopefully." Aaron answered, leaning against the chair with a sigh.

It was 7:15 AM and when they arrived before the gates, Aaron once again admired the huge building of U.A. High School. His light blue eyes scanned the reflective windows and headed straight forward to have a look around. He noticed there were students who were already there despite the time. He went to his shoe locker to exchange his shoes and glanced at Faian for a second before placing his shoes in the locker. The pair walked down the hallway, both looking for their classes.