Family Time

Author: I will call Tsuchiya and Ishimoto Dad and Mom. I will use their names whenever they become our POV.

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After Shiro recovered from his shock, he tried to eat his mothers cooking again… only to faint… again.

So in the end, with a mischievous smile, mom said, "dear~ why don't you cook this time?" which sounded like a question but it obviously wasn't.

This comment meant one thing, 'your cooking is worse than mine,' which was true, but it was a low blow nonetheless.

When Shiro recovered again, he asked with a giddy voice while supporting himself on the kitchen table, "a-are you a chef m-mom?"

"The best." She said smugly, she has been working in the world of culinary extensively since if she became one of the best cooks, then she could get a free pass to many countries with the excuse of doing it for "business".

"What about dad?" He asks while turning to his father who was now in the kitchen.

"I act-" he wanted to speak but mom beat him to it.

"He helps me with business and all the boring stuff." She was all sluggish as if she got lazy just thinking about doing paperwork.

Shiro could almost hear dad's heart breaking into pieces, maybe because he isn't getting any spotlight in front of his son?

Dad already lost some "cool" points the moment he screamed like a girl when Shiro screamed at the top of his lungs.

Anyway, Shiro could eat his dad's cooking without fainting, much to his father's disappointment, so he just sulked for the rest of the breakfast morning.

"Alright, I will go and take a shower!" Shiro said after finishing his breakfast.

"Wait!" but his mother stopped him, once she saw him looking at her, she continued, "there is one more thing to do," she did a scissor motion with two fingers over her head, "~you need a haircut~"

At his mother's gesture, Shiro brushed his long hair with his hand only to realize something, he had his hospital clothes on and his body was still bandaged.

"What about my clothes?" He asked, dad seemed to be prepared as he took out a bag, "we got some spare clothes yesterday, but we are gonna need new ones for you."

"Ok, let me change then," Shiro said as he ran to his room.

After that, with nothing else to do in the house, all the family went outside.

While going through the front yard, Shiro finally saw the person who was outside.

'Dangerous.' Was his thought the moment he made eye contact with a man who wore a black trench coat.

A smile curled on Shiro's lips.

The man was in the shadows so one couldn't see the color of his hair nor eyes, but Shiro could tell that he was a hell of an opponent.

He was also in his detection range so Shiro could tell that the man had many weapons under that coat of his. But that wasn't all, there was something that bothered him about the man, and that was the lack of intent, he couldn't feel his gaze at all.

During his past life as Alan, he has fought many murders and assassins, it wasn't only gangsters or mafia.

In such encounters, he found many differences between those who are murderers and the ones who are assassins.

A murderer is someone who does killing for a personal reason, something like pleasure, vengeance, or some kind of twisted sense of "art" that most of them do actually have.

The common thing with murderers is that they don't really hide their killing intent to their victim, they aren't really interested in fights either, all they are interested in is killing, it's always about making their victims suffer or something about making art with bloodshed and many twisted things.

And for Assassins, they don't do killing for personal reasons, it is more of a job and nothing else.

One of the best things they are good at is hiding their intent or using it as a weapon, like scaring off people with one look in the eyes kind of thing, they could be seen as a normal person if one isn't perceptive enough.

Another thing that they specialize in is in ending the victim in the swiftest manner possible, they are sharp, fast, and deadly. Assassins don't bother much with head on confrontations, but that doesn't mean that they can't fight.

In fewer words, murderers do pure violence while assassins do their job.

/Author: don't fact check me pls. ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) /

Shiro wouldn't be able to notice him if he didn't have his Spirit Sense up all the time. Although he had some doubts about the man's intentions as he has been in the front yard all the time since he woke up.

After they met eyes, the man didn't move from his spot or even look at him again, he was just there.

"Yes?" Dad felt a tug on his shirt, he turned around and saw that it was Shiro, however, he didn't say anything and just pointed at the man in the shadows.

Looking towards the direction that Shiro pointed at, dad was left a little agape by the fact that his son noticed the man. 'So he really knows him…' Shiro mused once he saw his father's reaction.

Dad recovered and chuckled a little, "that's the guard of our house, don't worry." He said and kept walking to the car.

Mom who saw the interaction between those two just waved goodbye to the "guard".

Dad took the driver's seat while mom and Shiro were in the back seats.

As soon as Shiro sat down, his mom started to play with his hair imagining the kind of haircuts he could get…

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[Minutes Later]

"So…. are you sure that his quirk doesn't have anything to do with his hair?" Asked the barber since Shiro's hair wouldn't stay in any style for more than 30 seconds.

*p.o.o.f.*

And Shiro's hair came back to its "normal" state.

His hair was short enough for people to see his eyes clearly but still messy in a way, one could say that it was a "wild" kind of style, the hair you keep after waking up.

/Author: I don't know how to describe it…. Just think of baki's hairstyle or something… you know, it's messy but not bothersome./

"Yes, I'm sure that his quirk isn't related to his hair in any way." Dad reaffirmed his answer for the third time while mom seemed to be lost in thought.

"Let's try other styles, maybe it will stick to one, I also want to take pictures!" She said while waving her phone.

The barber nodded and took a book with many pictures of hairstyles in it, "pick the one you want to start with," he said to the parents.

Comb over backwards, spiky hair, side comb over, afro, and fades even… Actually, no, Shiro was strongly against fades as if his life depended on it for some reason so they didn't try that.

Dad even stayed by his son's side trying other hairstyles with him too.

Shiro's hair didn't take any form other than messy, so they left it at that and let the barber wash his hair so they could go and try other clothes.

On their way to the clothing store, "dad, I need some skin tight suit thing," dad just looked at Shiro with a raised eyebrow, "a what now?"

Shiro took off some bandages from his hand to show his tattered hand and knuckles, "the scars will get me a lot of attention." Dad seemed surprised at his scars but nodded.

Mom just took a hold of his hand, she didn't say anything but she didn't let go of him either, the mother inspected her son's hand. Shiro noticed that his mom had calluses on her hands and they were really prominent…. 'Seems that she has been working a lot lately...'

After a few moments, she said, "we are going to try many suits, we will get the measurements then."

Once they arrived at the clothing store, mom dragged Shiro to the suits section. The first thing that he wore was a black suit like his father's but he said that he wanted something more flexible.

And so, mom took him through the whole store.

Hawaiian shirts and shorts, jackets, button shirts, slick pants, shoes, sandals, and much more… Mom made sure to make Shiro try everything while dad was on the phone from the moment he got Shiro's measurements.

'This reminds me of when Big Sis took me to try new clothes since she said that my fashion sense sucked…' Shiro thought with a weird smile on his face as he was looking at himself in the mirror.

He was wearing some 70's hippie clothing.

'This is fun.'

When mom finished taking photos, he went through the suits section and took a red button shirt, black vest, and black pants. (Kind of a bartender suit but without a bowtie.)

"Mom let me try this one!"

'Let's just enjoy things, no training or fighting for now.' With such contemplation, Shiro threw all unnecessary thoughts to the back of his head.

/Author: Bowties are gay and you can't tell me otherwise./

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[2 Months Later]

"This... is harder than I thought…" I said out loud as I made sure to boil the potatoes until they are hot and fluffy.

"Did you think that cooking was easy!" Mom said in a pompous tone with a huge grin.

One thing I learned is that mom is too much of a perfectionist when it comes to cooking.

I wryly smiled as I remembered the time she made me take perfect measures to make lemonade with the ideal balance between bitterness and sweetness.

She scolded me for putting too much sugar in it. Seems that I developed some kind of sweet tooth, this was something that I never thought I would have.

Guess that having a new body changes one's views.

Actually, I remember that I ate a fried spider once, it was because of truth or dare with an Indian friend from my uncle who told me about some weird culture in his family… it kind of tasted like shrimp now that I think about it...

Maybe that was why Big Sis called me a psychopath... or was it because I used to work out without listening to music?

That's why she would force me to listen to her songs too.

Hmmm…. Can't really remember...

While I reminisced about some weird memories of the past, mom checked the state of the potatoes, "Good! Now, time to knead the mushrooms. NOW!! Chop chop~"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

"So... why do you have to knead these mushrooms?" She asked while pacing around the kitchen waving her finger. She was in her teacher mode again...

"Because they are fibrous and they easily soak up fat," I stated as if reading from a textbook.

"Exactly! Make sure to not make them too big, use that great dexterity of yours." She intently watched how I kneaded the mushrooms.

When I finished, mom then measured the mushrooms that I cut with a weirdly small, but cute little ruler…

"Hmm… It's passable." She muttered, it was as if she was trying to find something wrong so she could make me redo the whole dish again.

'She really is too much...' My eyebrow twitched uncontrollably.

After getting her approval, I warped the potatoes with mushrooms in thick-cut bacon and set it to roast inside the oven.

When I finished, mom spoke again, "101 of cooking..." She looked at me with her mouth hanging, waiting for me to complete her statement, "crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside is the best way to go." I said.

She didn't say anything but with a smile from ear to ear, she ruffled my hair.

I was wearing chef clothing that she ordered from a friend for me, but the thing is, the color was the same as my hair so when I wore the chef hat I looked weird, mom couldn't figure out where my hair and the hat come apart... after she took some pictures she told me that I didn't have to wear it...

When the plate finished roasting, mom took a bite of it…

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She really took her time savoring it, "...good enough..." She approved with a little nod.

*sigh*

"Finally, I had been stuck with this dish a bit too long.." I commented with some relief.

"I don't blame you, this isn't an official dish, it was actually made by one of my students actually, the thing is, he had almost nothing to work with but he still managed to make a dish with little to no ingredients," she said before taking another bite.

"That's why you didn't find it in any book that you have read up until now." She took a photo of the dish I made and began texting someone with an evil smirk on her face, 'don't tell me that she made me redo all those dishes so she could brag about them to someone…'

*sigh*

"So that's why it was simple yet hard? Since I needed to know every little thing about the ingredients…"

"Yup, but still, you improved a lot, you almost reached your father, you know?" She had a grin while saying that.

"So dad is a good cook?" I asked with curiosity, dad was the one who started to teach me about cooking but I learned too fast for him and soon enough he found it hard to teach me… that's why mom is helping me now.

Aside from that, mom's food is too much for my taste buds since I still haven't been able to eat it without passing out, but something happened because of that... Now everything is enjoyable but not to the point of melting down like before… seems like I built some kind of resistance.

"Really good actually! He wrote that book about cooking that you read a week ago."

'...HUH?!'

"Although he doesn't really cook anymore, he was a professional in the past." Mom said before showing me an old photo from her phone where dad looks a lot younger and was wearing a chef uniform.

Dad being a professional chef in the past surprised me a lot, he was good but I didn't think tha- a realization hit me like a truck "...Wait! That's why he's been sulking?! Because I learn too fast for him?!"

She just held back from chuckling before answering my question, "*ahem!* Pretty much, he is a bit prideful."

"Shiro! Your suit finally came!!" I heard dad's voice from the front yard.

Since the day that I got my new clothes, I've been wearing only short sleeves and shorts inside the house. I did it mostly so my parents could get used to my scars, they were obviously worried about the condition of my body but I told them that I was fine.

Although the scars from the 3 villains from before have already lost their reddishness and started to fade just now, I still have a ton of other scars that are still visible.

Like the ones on my hands and feet which I used every day before have barely faded at all.

I simply told them about how I got MOST of them through training.

They accepted it pretty fast, they also seem to… avoid?...No, it would be better to say that they are putting on hold the talk about my fights with villains and my abnormal strength which they seem to know about already.

'I guess that they want me to get comfortable enough for me to bring it up first…' I thought, going to the front yard to pick up the package, I saw dad holding a box.

"Why did it take so long?"

"... Because it's made of a special fiber that covers your body yet lets it breathe, so your body at least won't feel suffocated, it also fits your body perfectly and will accommodate your growth. AND is quite resistant." He explained the suit as if it was some kind of treasure...

And as if thinking out loud, he said, "this is close to a hero kind of equipment which makes it sort of illegal, but not really…"

/Author: If you were curious, Shiro could use the restraining cloth from Aizawa because he was under his supervision./

"You... won't be going to jail, right?" I questioned him.

"No, as I said, it's not really illegal, as long as you have the right connections you will be able to do what I do." He said as he brushed his hair backwards with his hand while looking at the horizon...

'Does he... want to look cool in front of me that bad?'

Since mom was under the spotlight after she took over his place as cooking teacher, I did ask him to just teach me about business but he said that such thing was for when I get older, he just tells me to enjoy my youth or something like that.

"Let's try it then!" I went to my room.

Opening the box, I finally saw it with my own eyes. It kind of resembles a swimming skin tight suit, there are 3 suits in and each one has 6 pieces in total.

2 pieces for the feet up to the foreleg, 2 more pieces for the hands that reach up to the forearms, and the last 2 are shorts and short sleeve shirts.

The colors are black with some deep blue strikes here and there.

I took off everything and tried on the suit.

It didn't feel uncomfortable, it was as if it wasn't there, I would think that I am naked if it wasn't because I could see the suit.

I could see my muscles that were somewhat noticeable despite being 10 years old.

/Author: Think of a less ripped Killua, that kid is ripped as hell despite being a… 12 year old?... I'm pretty sure that he is 12 or 13./

'Now that I think about it, won't this also make me really noticeable either way? Even if I wear this under my clothes, it may seem like I want to look cool or something like that…'

I started to do some stretches while looking at myself in the mirror.

'Thinking about it… wasn't there a kid that thought he was cool because he wore a glove on one of his hands just like a protagonist of a light novel thing… I think that Aidan called those people "Chunni" or something like that.'

/Author: Light Novel and Protagonist that wears a glove because of a scar… If you read the novel up to the end I'm sure that you know who I'm talking about… little clue: "Monarch"./

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Author: Something interesting will happen next chap trust me. It's not gonna be a fight though.