Aelous~ Bnha

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Hospital Room - 11.06 AM

The woman screamed loudly as she pushed with her all might. The doctors around her swapped equipments frantically, trying to successfully have the baby.

The woman glanced at her right where two figures sat. His husband looked at her with tear gazed eyes, trying to smile encouragingly. Her son—older son—was looking confused and scared, although still smiling. She sent them a final pensive look before black emerged from her vision, the world fading away.

Sora Takami died that day.

Hospital Room - 11.34 AM

Ayato Takami stared at the baby in his hands, tears forming in his eyes for the millionth time that day. While he was extremely happy his newborn son was healthy, loosing his wife was not happy. His older son hadn't even heard the news yet, he was at the waiting room with some nurses.

The baby stirred in his arms and slowly, but surely opened it's eyes. Ayato found himself lost in them. This was not a normal baby. It was not crying, no far from that. It—He, he had to correct himself—was looking at him with an impossible amount of intelligence.

Those golden orbs that looked so much like Sora's, yet so different.

Hospital Waiting Room - 11.52 AM

Keigo looked at the baby that laid across him. While most people underestimated him because he was just a child, he was actually capable of understanding some adult stuff.

He knew that this baby was his little brother. He knew since his father looked at his mother's belly six months ago, looking as he had the whole world in front of him. He knew where babies came from. He knew many things.

And right now, he knew that his mother was no longer here. He knew she couldn't handle birth. His mother was gone. But there was another person now. His brother.

His Brother.

No matter what that frighteningly wise looking baby did to him, he would not blame him. He knew his father would. But it was okay. He would protect him.

Takami Household - Four Years Later

Hiroto sighed as he ran his little fingers through his hair. No matter how many times he did it, being a toddler was still painfully slow and dull. Learning how to write, speak and walk was not even remotely hard for him.

Though that was not the thing that was fogging his mind right now. It was the fact that he was once again, in the same time line. He had never expected to be back. Close yes, but exact same? No.

He knew of the bigger villain attacks and when they were going to happen. Though who would listen to a four year old child? Even if he did prove them, they would probably find him to be suspicious. He didn't forget getting sent to Tartarus for trying to help in his second and fifth lives. So, he was going to leave it to the flow. He would try to save as many as he could—Izuku's soul was still in him, a big heart full of heroics didn't die.

There was also another thing different. While he had always kept his 'Izuku Midoriya' look somehow (whether by hair, eyes, freckles or body shape) this time, he didn't. There was nothing that could attach Hiroto to Izuku.

Hiroto had grey irises that had golden specks flowing in them. They were narrowly shaped, similar to the Takami Family. His hair was a dirty blonde that curved around the tips. He had thin eyebrows and two dimples on the both side of his cheeks. His jaw was sharper and his cheekbones stood higher. Overall, Izuku was no where similar to him.

A sudden knock on his door awoke Hiroto from his thoughts. "Oi Hiro-chan, Wake up! Just because it's you're birthday doesn't mean you get to sleep all day!" shouted a voice behind the door, slightly muffled.