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·Chapter Seven
The night before I wore the suit, I couldn't sleep.
Not because I was nervous.
But because I kept thinking about my mom's laugh.
The way it sounded when she caught me sneaking snacks from the fridge.
About my dad's quiet pride when I fixed the water heater without asking.
About the warmth of a home I hadn't known in my first life—one I now had, fragile and real.
The suit lay in pieces on the floor, each component humming faintly. The arc reactor pulsed with a soft blue glow. The gauntlets were sleek, bristling with micro-actuators. The reinforced underlayer flexed like muscle.
I could almost hear the system whispering:
> "You've built the machine. Are you ready to become it?"
Was I?
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Early Morning — Takashi Household
I moved quietly, careful not to wake anyone.
Mom's door was closed. I could hear the gentle rhythm of her breathing. Dad's snores rumbled softly from the far room.
I stopped in the hallway.
Stood there for a minute.
Then turned back.
Opened the linen closet and pulled out an old notebook, a pen, and started writing.
> "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
I'm not running away. I promise.
I'm working on something. Something that might help a lot of people. I can't tell you everything yet. I wish I could.
But just know that I'm not reckless. I'm not in danger. And if anything ever does happen, just know this:
I love you.
You gave me something I never had before—peace.
I'll be back by breakfast."
I tore the page out and folded it gently. Slipped it under Mom's favorite teacup, the one with the tiny chip in the rim she refused to throw out.
Then I slipped out the front door.
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Abandoned Warehouse District – 4:47 AM
The wind was sharp. The buildings loomed like forgotten giants. Rusted fences creaked as I passed.
This district had once been a hub for shipping and development before villain activity drove everyone out. Now it was a ghost town. Perfect for field tests.
I crouched behind a rusted cargo container and opened the interface on my wrist.
> [System Boot Initiated…]
[Power Core Stable.]
[Suit Synchronization: 98.7%]
[Combat Reflex Simulation: Online]
[All Systems Green.]
One deep breath.
Piece by piece, I slid into the suit.
It wasn't flashy—no gold, no firework repulsors—but it was efficient.
Graphene-infused plating. Insulated joints. Impact-dampening pads. Built-in neural assist module.
My fingers flexed. The HUD blinked to life.
I felt like a storm in a cage.
> "Initializing Field Test Protocol."
I took off running.
Not jogging.
Running.
Every step pushed the servos, every twist of my leg fired the stabilizers. The wind bit at my face as I launched from one rooftop to the next using the spring-boost gauntlets.
I wasn't flying.
Not yet.
But I was close.
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System Alert – Unauthorized Movement Detected
> [Alert: Motion Detected — 130 Meters Ahead]
[Thermal Signature: Human. Possible Civilian or Villain Presence.]
I slowed, switching to silent mode.
Peered over the edge of a rooftop.
Three figures—two men, one teen. Rough clothes, low-end gear. Not villains, but gang members, probably squatters or wannabes.
One of them was kicking something. No—someone.
A kid.
Couldn't have been more than ten. Crying, curled up under a blanket.
My heart slammed into my ribs.
The old me—the human me—would have hesitated.
Waited. Watched. Called for help.
But the new me?
He acted.
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I dropped down fast.
The shock dampeners absorbed the impact as I landed hard in front of them.
The gang leader stumbled back. "What the—?!"
"I'll give you one chance," I said, voice modulated. "Leave the kid. Walk away."
They laughed.
I activated the wrist gauntlet. A pulse fired out—non-lethal, like a flashbang made of light and sound.
The leader staggered, blinded.
The second one lunged. I countered with a kinetic repulse from my left palm—he went flying into a stack of crates.
The last guy pulled a knife.
Bad choice.
I dodged low, twisted, and hit him with a short-range shock current through my forearm plates.
He convulsed. Dropped.
Silence.
The kid was sobbing quietly, trying to hide under their blanket.
I crouched next to them.
"It's okay. You're safe now."
"W-who are you?" they whispered.
I hesitated.
"Just… someone who builds things."
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I called the local Pro Hero office from a public terminal, left an anonymous tip, and vanished before they arrived.
Back on the rooftops, the city was waking.
But I wasn't ready to go home yet.
I climbed to the top of a construction crane and sat there, watching the sun rise between steel beams.
I should have felt proud.
But I didn't.
Not really.
Because I realized something—
Helping that kid mattered more than the field test.
More than the system upgrade.
More than any percentage on any screen.
And that terrified me.
Because I didn't know if I was ready for what that meant.
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Later That Morning – Home
I got back just as Mom was pouring tea.
She raised an eyebrow when I walked in, face slightly bruised, hair windswept, smelling like rust and metal.
"Rough morning?"
I grinned, sheepishly.
"You could say that."
She passed me a cup.
"You left a note."
I froze.
She didn't look angry.
Just… quiet.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't mean to worry you."
She reached over and brushed a bit of grime off my cheek.
"I know you're working on something important. I don't need the details. Just… come back to me, okay?"
"I will."
"You promise?"
I looked her in the eyes.
"Always."
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Evening
My phone buzzed.
[Izuku Midoriya Calling]
I picked up.
"Yo."
"Yuuji! Did you see the report? Someone saved a kid in the old warehouse zone this morning. They used some kind of tech-based support gear. U.A.'s already trying to track them down!"
I leaned back in my chair.
"Really? Huh. Sounds impressive."
"Yeah! The way they described it… it almost sounded like one of your prototypes."
I smirked. "Nah. I wish."
"Anyway," he said, "Mei wants to meet again this weekend. Some kind of collaboration project? You in?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Cool. Later!"
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That Night — Alone
The suit sat on its stand, scarred but intact.
The system pinged.
> [Task Complete – Field Test Successful]
[Experience Gained: 100]
[New Module Unlocked: Flight Stabilization Alpha]
[New Task Available: Simulated Combat w/ Quirk User]
I stared at the screen.
Then I shut it off.
No system tonight.
No gadgets. No stats.
Just silence.
I opened the window and let the city breeze in.
Somewhere down there, a kid was sleeping safe.
Because of me.
Because I acted.
Because I chose to become someone this world could count on—even if it never knew my name.
And that?
That was enough.
For now.
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End of Chapter
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