บท 8: Chapter 8
It started with a juice box.
Anakin sat at the kitchen table, trying to get the last drops of apple juice through his straw. The box was just out of reach, and he stretched his arm out, frustrated.
"Come on," he muttered, fingertips barely grazing the cardboard.
The juice box slid across the table into his hand.
Anakin froze, straw halfway to his mouth. He stared at the juice box, then at the table, then back at the juice box. Had that really just happened?
"Mom!" he yelled, his voice cracking with excitement. "MOM!"
Megumi rushed in from the laundry room, still holding a half-folded sheet. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"Look!" Anakin set the juice box down and scooted his chair back. He held out his hand like before, focusing hard on what he wanted. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the juice box wobbled and slid across the table again.
Megumi dropped the sheet. "Oh my god."
"I did it!" Anakin jumped up, bouncing with excitement. "I got my quirk! I got my quirk!"
"Do it again," Megumi said, pulling out her phone to record. "Just like before."
Anakin faced the juice box, his face scrunched in concentration. This time it moved faster, sliding straight into his outstretched hand. He beamed at the camera.
"Grandpa!" he shouted. "Come see!"
Ben appeared in the doorway, hair still messy from his afternoon nap. "What's all the commo—" He stopped as Anakin made the juice box float shakily off the table.
"Would you look at that," Ben whispered.
The juice box dropped suddenly, spraying the last bits of apple juice across the table. But nobody cared about the mess. Megumi was already dialing her mother, while Ben swept Anakin up in a huge hug.
"My grandson, the telekinetic!" Ben spun him around. "Wait till your great-grandmother sees this!"
"Can we call Gran-Gran Chiyo right now?" Anakin asked. "Please?"
Megumi was already setting up the video call on her tablet. It took a few rings before Chiyo's face appeared on screen.
"This better be important," she said, though her stern expression softened immediately at the sight of her great-grandson. "Ani! What's got you so excited?"
"Watch this!" Anakin wiggled out of Ben's arms and grabbed a new juice box from the fridge. He set it on the table, backed up a few steps, and held out his hand.
Everyone held their breath. The juice box trembled, then slowly lifted about an inch off the table before dropping back down.
"I can move things!" Anakin announced proudly. "With my mind!"
Chiyo leaned closer to her screen, her professional interest clearly piqued. "Can you feel anything when you do it? Any strain or sensation?"
"It feels..." Anakin scrunched up his face, thinking. "Like pushing, but not with my hands. Like... like invisible hands!"
"Try something else," Chiyo suggested. "Something lighter than the juice box."
Megumi grabbed a paper napkin and set it on the table. Anakin focused again, and this time the napkin floated up more easily, drifting through the air like a lazy butterfly.
"Much better control with the lighter object," Chiyo noted. "Ani, how does it feel different from moving the juice box?"
"Easier," Anakin said, making the napkin dance in circles. "The juice is heavy. This is like blowing on a feather."
He kept the napkin floating for almost a minute before it fluttered back down. Immediately, his shoulders slumped and he plopped into a chair, looking tired but happy.
"Don't overdo it," Chiyo warned. "New quirks are like muscles - they need time to get stronger."
"But I can practice more later, right?" Anakin asked anxiously.
"Of course you can, but let's be smart about it." Chiyo's face softened. "I'm so proud of you, Ani. This is a very special day."
After saying goodbye to Chiyo, Anakin spent the next hour testing his new power on everything he could safely lift - pencils, paper, his action figures. Each success was met with cheers from his family, even when objects dropped or went flying in unexpected directions.
"We should probably set some ground rules," Megumi said after Anakin accidentally knocked over a plant. "No using your quirk without supervision until you have better control."
"And definitely no using it at school yet," Ben added, sweeping up dirt from the fallen plant. "Not until we get you registered and cleared by the quirk counselor."
Anakin nodded seriously, though his eyes kept drifting to his toys, clearly itching to make them float again.
"How about we order celebration ramen for dinner?" Megumi suggested. "Your favorite place?"
"With extra chashu?"
"With extra everything," Ben said. "This is a big day!"
Later that night, after Anakin had finally worn himself out and gone to bed, Megumi sat with her father in the living room.
"It's really happening," she said softly. "He's getting his power."
Ben squeezed her hand. "Are you okay?"
"I think so. It's just... all these years wondering what kind of quirk he'd develop, given how he was conceived. And now..."
"Now we know." Ben smiled. "And it looks like a pretty amazing quirk to me."
"I just hope..." Megumi trailed off, thinking about the strange circumstances of Anakin's birth, about the mysterious man with powers they still didn't understand.
A crash from Anakin's room interrupted her thoughts. They rushed in to find him sitting up in bed, surrounded by floating All Might figures.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly as the toys dropped onto his bed. "I was dreaming about being a hero and they just... started flying."
Megumi helped him gather his figures while Ben checked for anything broken. "Looks like we'll need to work on quirk control even while you're sleeping."
"Can I practice more tomorrow?"
"Yes, but with supervision." She tucked him back in. "And maybe we'll start with things less breakable than action figures."
"Like napkins?"
"Like napkins." She kissed his forehead. "Sleep now. No more floating toys."
As they left his room, Megumi caught one last glimpse of her son - blonde hair messy against his pillow, one hand stretched out toward his favorite All Might figure, making it wobble slightly before finally falling asleep.
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