(Age 5)

Akira Tachibana a normal boy born in a loving family. His parents were great scientists and were well infamous for their Quirk's evolution and awakening research.

He was considered genius .He had a mature mind which seperated himself from other kids. His vision of seeing things was really different. He didn't give a damn about the hero villain society while other kids of his age dreamed of becoming a hero.

Akira didn't played with other children because they found him weird and odd and besides Akira has no interest in making friends. He simply laze around and plays with his portable console. He didn't have a dream ,he just wants a peaceful life.

But today was the day when the darkness meets his light.

The sun shone brightly over a quiet residential neighborhood. The scent of freshly cut grass drifted through the air, and the cheerful voices of children playing echoed from a nearby park. It was an ordinary day—until the moving trucks arrived.

Our little Akira Tachibana, a five-year-old boy with messy black hair and sharp grey eyes, lazily lay on the front porch of his house, a small portable console in his hands. His fingers tapped away at the buttons as he immersed himself in his game, completely uninterested in the world around him.

But then, a new voice broke his concentration.

"Papa! Mama! Hurry up! I wanna see the house!"

Akira lifted his head slightly, peering past the screen. A little girl with silver hair and dazzling blue eyes was excitedly bouncing around as her parents carried boxes into the house next door. She was… way too energetic.

He sighed, thinking she was just another noisy kid who would probably ignore him like everyone else. He didn't dislike people, but he found socializing tiring. Most kids didn't understand him anyway. They always said he was 'weird' because he didn't talk much and preferred his games.

He lowered his head and returned to his console.

But then—

"Hey! You!"

Akira blinked. He slowly turned his head, only to find her standing right in front of him. She had a bright, curious expression, her hands behind her back as she leaned forward slightly.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked.

Akira stared at her.

Most kids avoided him because they thought he was weird. But this girl… she wasn't leaving.

After a long pause, he muttered, "Playing a game."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?! What game? Is it fun?"

Akira glanced at her, then at his console. He hesitated before shifting slightly to show her the screen. "It's about a knight fighting monsters to save a princess," he explained.

She gasped. "That sounds cool! Can I play?"

Akira blinked again. Normally, kids wouldn't ask—they would just take the console or make fun of him for playing alone. But she asked.

For some reason… he didn't mind.

He hesitated for a second before nodding and handing the console over. "Be careful with it," he said.

Alya's eyes sparkled. "Yay!" She sat down beside him and clumsily pressed the buttons. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. The knight kept running into walls, jumping off cliffs, and getting hit by enemies.

Akira winced.

Alya pouted. "Ugh! Why is this so hard?!"

He chuckled slightly. "You're bad at this."

She huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "Hey! It's my first time! Teach me!"

Akira raised an eyebrow. "You wanna learn?"

She nodded firmly. "Of course! I wanna be good at it, like you!"

"Also my name is Alya Kujou. Yours" She said leaning forward.

"Akira Tachibana " He said

"Akira a cool name. From today we're friends " She said with a bright smile.

Friend was something new to Akira but something in Akira's chest warmed. No one had ever said that before.

"Alright," he said, scooting closer. "First, you need to time your jumps—"

And just like that, the boy who never talked to anyone found himself teaching a girl he had just met.

The First Meal Together

Alya stayed outside with Akira for hours, completely forgetting about her parents unpacking the house. She failed miserably at the game, but she laughed every time she lost. It was different from how Akira usually played—he focused on winning, while she simply enjoyed the game.

When the sun began to set, Alya's stomach rumbled.

She giggled. "Oops… I forgot to eat lunch."

Akira blinked. "That's dumb."

Alya pouted. "Hmph! Well, I was having fun!"

Akira thought for a moment. Then, without a word, he stood up and went inside. A minute later, he came back with two rice balls.

"Here."

Alya's eyes widened. "For me?"

He nodded. "You didn't eat, right?"

She took the rice ball and smiled brightly. "Thanks, Akira! You're really nice!"

Nice?

Akira wasn't sure why, but hearing that made him feel… strange. Warm.

They sat together, eating in comfortable silence as the sky turned orange.

The First Promise

After finishing their food, Alya lay on the grass, staring at the sky. "Hey, Akira… do you have a dream?"

He paused, looking at her. "A dream?"

"Yeah! Something you wanna do when you grow up!" she explained excitedly. "Like… I wanna be a fashion designer!"

Akira tilted his head. "A fashion designer?"

"Yep! I love making clothes! I wanna design the prettiest dresses and coolest outfits in the world!" she said with a big grin.

Akira thought about it. He never really had a dream. He just… existed.

"I don't know," he admitted.

Alya frowned. "Hmm… then I'll give you a dream!"

Akira blinked. "Huh?"

She sat up and pointed at him. "Your dream is to always be my friend!"

He stared at her. "That's a weird dream."

She giggled. "But it's a good one, right?"

Akira didn't answer immediately. But then, for the first time in his life, he smiled.

"Yeah… it's not bad."

Alya grinned and held out her pinky. "Promise me?"

Akira hesitated… then hooked his pinky with hers.

"Promise."

A Bond That Would Never Break

From that day on, Alya and Akira became inseparable.

She dragged him on adventures, made him try new things, and brightened his world in ways he never expected. In return, he protected her, listened to her, and became the quiet, unwavering presence in her life.

Light and darkness.

Two completely different souls.

But together, they created something unbreakable.

And so, the story of Akira Tachibana and Alya Kujou truly began.

- To Be Continued