MHA: Brother's Piercing Love

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This fanfic will be written in a First Person POV with some alternating POV's

Test chapter

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"I still can't believe you named our child after your grandfather."

"No matter how strange his name was, we both agreed that if it was a boy we'd name it Choso and if it was a girl we'd name it Himiko."

I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear the sound of two adults speaking, it's been like this for a few weeks now ever since I've been Reincarnated.

I didn't pay attention to their constant blabbering and quarrels but instead thought back to my little brother Yuji, I wonder if he was able to kill Sukuna. I didn't have any doubts but it would've been great if I had confirmation.

'It still feels strange.'

I would've expected to lose my memories once I was reincarnated but here is as laying in the arms of my new human mother with all the memories of my past life, I wonder if God if he even existed made a mistake.

But then again I'm talking about the same apparent merciful God who let creatures like me and Sukuna exist, I had no reasons to believe in God as if he does exist then I believe he's a cruel one.

"Sasaki, I have to get going now."

My father, Haruto a name I was able find out after my mother would constantly worry about him for the past week.

He was a busy man, I barely saw him and when I did it would be a few brief moments before he would head to bed.

"Already?, couldn't your boss let you miss out on work for our son."

My mother, Sasaki was someone I wouldn't call an idle mother. She would constantly ignore me when I cried and I rarely cried as it was demeaning, the only time I would cry was when I had soiled myself and needed food.

I came to the conclusion that they weren't ready for a family especially how my father was apparently fighting his family over their estate, I was able to hear him say 'Grandfather would've wanted me to have it!' when he was arguing on the phone with I assumed was my grandmother.

By the time I turned two things were worse. My parents rarely spoke unless they were arguing. My father, Haruto, was hardly home.

When he was, he spent his time locked in his office or on the phone, yelling about his family's estate. "They're trying to steal what's mine," he'd say, or, "Grandfather trusted me, not them!"

His voice grew colder every time he spoke. He didn't have time for his wife or his son, and I felt it every time he passed me without a glance.

My mother, Sasaki, started drifting further away too.

At first, it was little things forgetting to change me or leaving me in my crib for hours. But soon, it became worse. She stopped picking me up unless I screamed, and even then, it felt forced like she was doing it because she had to. She never smiled at me, never sang or cooed the way I imagined mothers were supposed to. Sometimes, she muttered things under her breath.

I didn't understand the words, but I could feel her anger. Maybe it was aimed at me. Maybe at my father. Maybe at the life she felt trapped in.

By the time I was three, I knew not to expect much. My mother spent most days napping or staring blankly at the TV. The house became quieter and messier.

She rarely cooked meals, and the only time she spoke to me was when she wanted me to get her things.

My father worked late into the night, often coming home long after I had fallen asleep. On the rare occasions they were in the same room their words were sharp and bitter.

"Why don't you just leave, Haruto? You're never here anyway," she spat during one argument. Where he arrived late for a birthday party she made for me and my nonexistent friends, she enrolled me in a daycare center for awhile but that didn't even last.

I always sat in the corner, pretending not to hear their arguing.

By the time I turned four, their arguments had mostly stopped, but not because they'd found peace. It was more like they had given up.

They barely acknowledged each other anymore. My father would come home, eat in silence, and go straight to bed. My mother stopped trying altogether.

She left me to entertain myself most of the time, and I learned quickly how to care for myself in small ways.

Despite everything, I rarely cried once I learned how to walk again. Crying never got me attention, only annoyance. I had learned that from the start.

I couldn't help but think back to my past life sometimes. If God had truly reincarnated me, then this felt like a punishment. But for what? For not being strong enough to stop Sukuna? Whatever the reason, it didn't matter.

I was four years old, and already I knew one thing for certain I was on my own.

Of course that was until I started to feel a connection I had once believed would never return, it was the feeling of something dark and putrid in the surroundings.

"Cursed Energy?..."

It's been 4 years since I've felt this sensation, it wasn't a coincidence that I could feel it a few days after my birthday as ever since I was reincarnated in this world I was able to figure out it was different from my previous one.

For starters it was currently 2170 and it was the Age of Heroes or so they called it, and around 80-81% of the worlds population would gain an ability called a quirk once they reached the age of 4 late bloomers would obtain it two or three years later.

I would often use my mother's phone whenever she was drunk, If Yuji ends up being reincarnated into this world I hope we would be able to meet again so I can thank him for teaching me how to use his smart phone.

"I wonder..."

I looked at palm of my hand before I went to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors from one of the drawers it would be more realistic for a child to be injured thanks to scissors than a knife after all, I ran the blade a long my skin and I was surprised that my blood still had the same dark inky color which meant it was still poisonous.

I concentrated for a few seconds feeling myself grow tired but eventually my blood started to flow as I clasped it between my hands and started to compress it.

I looked at the dark blood red orb it my palm with satisfaction, I'm assuming my 'Quirk' in this world were the abilities I had in my past life.

If so that meant I was once again a death painting, whatever God reincarnated me must enjoy toying with me.

I closed my eyes trying to feel a connection between me and Yuji and I wasn't surprised when I couldn't feel anything at all, if this was the future instead of another world i wouldn't be surprised if Yuji had passed on peacefully if he defeated Sukuna which I hope he did.

"Choso?"

I was taken away from my thoughts as I heard the voice of my mother from behind me, and saw her looking at me with wide eyes and the still floating old around my palm that held the compressed blood orb as a result my convergence technique.

"So that's your quirk..."

Being a One hundred and Fifty years old 'Special Grade' Curse gave me enough experience and knowledge with reading emotions and expression as it was a brothers duty to know what his siblings were feeling, and right now I could hear the resentment, envy and hate in her voice while her expression looked at me like she wanted to kill me.

A few days later my parents took me to the doctor to register my "quirk" was tense but strangely formal. My mother, Sasaki, was nothing like the detached, careless person she was at home.

Outside, she wore a mask of grace and strict composure, her posture perfect, her voice clipped and polite she was different from the mother would always do nothing but drink wine when we were at home. My father, Haruto was bland as ever trailing behind us like a shadow.

The drive to the clinic was silent no one even bothering to say a word or greet each other.

When we arrived at the clinic, it was bustling with families. Most parents looked proud, their children chatting excitedly about their quirks.

When the nurse called my name, my mother smiled at me as she held my hand squeezing it too tightly causing me no pain as my body was now of that of a death painting so I was very resilient to say the least.

I followed the nurse into the examination room. The doctor, a middle-aged man with a quirk that made his hands glow faintly, greeted us with a warm smile.

"Good morning! So, young man, I hear you've started showing signs of a quirk. Let's see what you've got!"

Glancing back at my mother. She stood by the door, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but expectant. Without missing a beat I concentrated, allowing my blood to flow into a small orb that hovered in my palm.

The doctor's eyes widened in surprise. "Fascinating! Such precise control at such a young age. This appears to be a blood manipulation quirk. Does it cause you any pain or fatigue?"

"Not much," I said simply.

The doctor nodded, jotting down notes. "This could be an incredibly versatile quirk with proper training. A rare one, too."

"Rare does not mean special," my mother interjected, I was starting to think someone in our family had a blood manipulation quirka and she was jealous of them.

The doctor looked slightly taken aback but nodded.

A few months later, things shifted. My mother's strictness extended beyond me. One evening, I overheard her speaking on the phone.

"I'm pregnant again"

The news didn't surprise me. My mother had always been a perfectionist when it came to appearances, and perhaps in her mind, a second child would be another chance to achieve what she thought our family lacked.

Sasaki treated her pregnancy like a project, preparing meticulously while maintaining her sharp exterior she even stopped drinking which was odd for me who would see ehe drinking from day to night.her demands on me became stricter. "You're the older brother now,", "That means more is expected of you. You must set an example."

I was starting to think when Yuji called me an Asian Older brother meant something.

By the time I turned five my little sister, Himiko was born. I didn't know what to expect from her arrival.

The first time I held her, I felt something strange an odd mix of protectiveness and dread. She looked up at me with wide, curious eyes, unaware of the world she'd been born into.

My mother didn't bother raising her only giving me her pumped breast milk to feed Himiko when she was hungry, the responsibility of changing, bathing and burping her fell on me and I would be lying if say I didn't enjoy it.

As for once in my life I felt like a proper older brother instead of an older brother that only fought for his siblings.

My father during this time became more distant but one day we had moved out from our old home and moved into to the Toga Family estate I assumed my father had gained the rights to it.

It was a traditional Japanese home and it was large so it meant Himiko had more room to play at, of course only when my tutor wasn't homeschooling me as my mother or father wouldn't even bother to go near her.

And just like that 4 more years have passed and a month after Himiko's Birthday I saw her sucking the blood of a dead bird out in the yard.