Years have passed.
In this world, every human is born with something unique—something called a Quirk. A power, an ability, something that defines them from birth.
And here I stand.
My name is Aizawa Tsukasa. I took the family name of the man I now call my father—the one who found me when I had no one, when I knew nothing about myself or the world.
Now, I swing open the door to our home with my usual flair.
"Dad!! I'm home!!" I shout with full energy.
I glance around—left, right—scanning every corner of the room.
But he's nowhere in sight.
With deliberately silent steps, I tiptoe toward the kitchen. And there he is… a tall man, quietly cooking something over the stove.
Without warning, I dash toward him, leaping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly.
"Daaaad, I'm back!!"
Aizawa flinched, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
"Tsukasa, don't do that all the time. You'll hurt me, you know." His voice was stern—but not cold.
I slipped down with a pout, my lips forming a small sulk.
"Why not? I just want to be close to you. Is that so wrong?"
Aizawa sighed, a bit of sweat trickling down in guilt as he saw me sulk. He stepped toward me, gently patting my head in apology.
"Alright, alright. Welcome home, Tsukasa."
A satisfied grin spread across my face.
"Fufufu… as long as you understand." My voice carried a playful pride.
I settled into a chair at the dining table, waiting eagerly for the meal to be done.
Aizawa eventually came over, placing the dishes in front of me, clearing the table with quiet care.
"Thanks, Dad!" I said brightly, diving into my food with glee.
He simply smiled, watching me eat with contentment.
"By the way… are you ready for your Quirk assessment?" he asked, casually.
I paused mid-bite, eyes lingering on his face for a moment.
"…I don't know, Dad. I'm not really interested in Quirks."
Aizawa chuckled softly at my response.
"The stronger your Quirk is, the better your chances of getting into U.A." he said, with a hint of encouragement in his tone.
I puffed out my cheeks and stirred my food with my spoon.
"Do you really want me to become a hero that badly? I'm happy enough living just like this."
Aizawa smiled again—quiet, almost nostalgic.
"If you end up in the class I teach… you'll get to see me every day, Tsukasa."
I kept pouting, stealing glances at him from the corner of my eye.
"Still..."
"Alright, how about this—" he interrupted. "When we do your Quirk assessment, let's make a deal. If your Quirk turns out to be impressive, you apply to U.A. But if it's weak... you're free to choose your own path."
I frowned, clearly displeased.
"Are you challenging me, Dad?"
Aizawa smirked faintly, sensing the win in his subtle provocation.
"Well… if your Quirk ends up being weak, I might be a little disappointed." He said it with a teasing lilt.
I rose from my chair, fist raised high.
"Fine!! In that case, I'll give it everything I've got—for you, Dad!!"
***
I glanced to my left and right, taking in the stark white hallway around me. Something about the corridor felt eerie… unsettling.
"Dad… Am I going to end up in a morgue after this?"
Aizawa turned to me, his expression unreadably calm.
"Come on, Tsukasa. This is just a simple Quirk assessment. They're going to see what kind of Quirk you have, and then we go home, alright?"
I nodded innocently, which only made Aizawa let out a long, tired sigh.
"Can I get ice cream after this?" I asked.
He turned his head again, his face weary.
"Yeah… sure. But only after the scan, okay? You're acting like a little kid."
Slowly… the examination room door slid open. A robotic voice echoed from the speaker above.
[Aizawa Tsukasa, please proceed to the examination room.]
I gulped and looked at my dad, who gave me a faint smile.
"Alright, it's your turn, Tsukasa," he said.
I nodded quietly and followed him into the examination room.
"Please lie down," the examiner instructed.
Advanced medical instruments pointed toward me, lights and sensors beginning to scan every inch of my body. And then…
[Error]
The word flashed across the screen.
Aizawa's eyes widened. None of the machines could get a proper reading.
"I'm sorry… There might be a malfunction. Let's try again with more advanced equipment."
A more sophisticated device was brought in—but the result was the same. Nothing. Aizawa was stunned. I could see the confusion racing through his mind.
Then, a man walked in—older, more experienced, with a professional air about him.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
The examiner scratched his head awkwardly.
"Well, sir… None of our machines are able to detect or analyze the boy's Quirk."
The old man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he focused on me. Slowly, he stepped closer.
"Son, can you tell me how you felt when the machines were scanning you?"
I paused, thinking for a moment.
"I… didn't feel anything," I answered honestly.
The old man raised an eyebrow.
"Then let me ask you this—what went through your mind when they tried to scan you?"
I lowered my head, a little embarrassed.
"W-Well… I guess I got a bit scared. I mean, those machines looked like torture devices from a horror movie…"
Aizawa slapped his forehead and sighed.
"How do you even come up with that?"
The old man chuckled lightly. He knelt in front of me, offering a small, knowing smile.
"Maybe… you were so afraid of being hurt that the machines couldn't even touch you."
I blinked, confused.
"How does that work?"
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked over to a nearby table and picked up a hammer. Then, without warning, he took a stance—like he was about to strike me.
Aizawa flinched, ready to jump in, but another examiner held him back.
"Please, sir, let him proceed. Your son will be fine."
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself. The hammer sliced through the air, whistling as it came down toward me.
But…
I felt nothing. No pain. No impact.
Slowly, I opened my eyes—and saw the hammer had passed straight through my head. It didn't even touch me.
Aizawa gasped, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"Well… I think we've found the reason why the machines couldn't get a reading. It seems the boy's Quirk is some form of intangibility."
Aizawa still looked shaken. He turned to the old man with a glare.
"If my son hadn't activated his Quirk in time, he could've been hurt."
"Ahaha, my apologies! I promise I won't do that again."
And just like that… my Intangible Quirk was finally revealed.
I turned to the side and caught a glimpse of my father's face—worried, yes, but also… proud.
"You okay?"
I gave a small nod, grinning wide. "Yup! So, can I get that ice cream now?"
Aizawa blinked in surprise, then let out a soft, genuine smile.
"You really are a troublesome kid," he muttered under his breath.