1 A hatchling

Ayato Iwasaki.

A name of a child that was born on November third.

Three months ago.

Now, the black-haired child was looking impassively at his father who was changing his diaper...

The man let out a sudden shout when a stream of yellow liquid hit his face, getting in his eyes.

The child burst out into giggles, watching the man walk back and try to desperately rub his eyes, which only made things worse.

Oh yeah, being a baby was the best.

"Agh, damn it, Ayato! This is the third time this week!"

The child giggled more as he watched his father.

A woman in his early twenties with black hair walked up to the baby and started changing his diaper.

As soon as she was done, she picked up her son and cradled him in her hands, looking amusedly at her husband.

"Go wash up, dear, I'll feed him."

The man walked off to the bathroom while the mother looked at her child with a smirk.

"Did you have to do that?"

The child babbled at his mother with a happy smile.

The woman giggled and went into the kitchen to prepare food.

-Ayato POV-

(Heh, take that, old man!)

Pissing off his father was the only entertainment he had for the past three months so he was milking it to the fullest.

Puking was still being saved for later.

"Say 'Aaah'."

He opened his mouth at the incoming bottle of delicious milk that helped his bones grow stronger and chomped down on the sucker.

This was the life!

In the beginning, he thought that being a kid again would suck, not being able to move, talk or even crawl but why do you need to crawl when you can be carried?

Sucking on the plastic that granted him the life juice he turned to the door where his father walked in while sensing him an annoyed look.

He giggled at him and the older man let out a tired sigh and smiled tiredly at him.

Another perk of being a child: He was cute, too cute to be mad at.

He walked over to the two and patted his head with a chuckle.

"What a little rascal you are, but seriously, stop doing that."

He didn't stop doing it until he turned two years old.

-Ayato, Two years old, kindergarten-

Ayato was sitting in a chair, wearing a ridiculous set of clothes while watching other kids have fun.

In all honesty, he was feeling a little sleepy and the kids were kinda... No, really annoying.

All of their running, yelling, screaming, crying, and bragging really made him tired.

The adults tried to calm down the ones crying and others to reprimanded the ones being mean.

Him? He just wanted to nap in peace.

"Ayato! Time to eat!"

He really hated being a two-year-old kid. Listening to adults was stupid, especially if they, themselves were stupid.

Standing up on wobbly legs, Ayato walked over to the small desks that plates were placed on and looked at the food.

Soup.

For the third time this week.

He really hated being a child, they had to eat whatever was placed on the plate, unless it was something inedible but that's beside the point.

"Iwasaki! Come on, let's play heroes and villains!"

Why can't he just have a peaceful nap?

-Ayato, three years old-

"Happy birthday!"

It was his birthday, yey...

A birthday for a newly turned three-year-old meant walking around the park and enjoying the nice weather... Normally.

But for him, enjoying the sights meant looking at people who had wings, tails, and weird Quirks.

Quirks were what anyone in his previous world would call a superpower. Over 80% of the population has them, without a quirk you're considered a cripple, judging from the fact that suicide reports in the news that he watches when no one is looking, most of those who decide to end it are quirkless... And most of them are under seventeen years old.

It was a sad reality that no one liked to see.

All might, the number one hero, whose mere presence lowered the crime rates in the city he was staying at had dissuaded a couple of people from ending their lives prematurely, but in the end, there isn't much he can do.

Blowing out the candles on the cake he straightened up and looked at his parents with a smile. Now was not the time to think about the world's problems. Because in the grand scheme of things, nothing mattered, only the ones that he loved.

"Come lad! Tell your gramps how are you doing, any girl that caught your interest?"

Looking to his dad's left he saw a muscular old man, his grandfather, he had a quirk that gave him strength, enhanced his speed, and gave him tough skin, he exercised and added muscle to his body to make the quirks effect better.

"You old geezer, he's only three years old, stop trying to influence him."

An old woman walked up to him and smacked him on the chest, she had red hair that was tied up in a bun. A red, scaly tail followed her wherever she went.

the two used to be pro heroes when they met, fell in love, and had my mother.

"Come on, old-timer... at least wait until he's 10!"

...And that boisterous voice is his other grandfather, from his father's side, he looked young, only a few years older then his father, a result of regeneration, though that was not his quirk, he had two large horns on his head and his quirk was called "Demon body", why he decided to name it that, Ayato had no idea.

It allowed his body to become stronger through regeneration... it was like a Zenkai boost in Dragonball.

"Don't encourage him."

And grandmother from the father's side. She had a pair of red, leathery wings coming out of her back.

Though Ayatos father didn't have any of the traits they had, his quirk apparently skipped a generation.

He can transform his body parts into animal appendages.

All in all, they were a very lively group. He was the odd one in the family, quiet, always wanting to take a nap, lazy, but they didn't mind, he was their only child and grandchild, and they loved him no matter what.

The smile Ayato had only grew at the banter. He loved it here.

"Come on, lad, Time to open your presents!"

The smile turned into a grin, the best part of birthdays has arrived.