The sun rose on U.A. High as the second day of classes began, bathing the building in golden light. Ren Takami stood alone in front of the large school windows, watching the sky. His reflection stared back at him—black hair slightly tousled, ocean-blue eyes calm and unreadable.
But beneath the surface? A storm brewed.
Class 1-A – Morning Homeroom
Aizawa walked in, hair messier than usual, eyes half-open. "Morning."
"Morning, sensei!" several students replied in chorus.
Aizawa dropped his capture weapon on the desk. "We'll begin hero training soon. But for now, today's a lecture-heavy day. Get comfortable."
Groans followed. Bakugo clicked his tongue, Midoriya scribbled notes, and Ren leaned back in his seat—half-listening, half-thinking.
Today was his second day. Still early. Still time to prepare.
He took mental notes as Aizawa discussed basic law enforcement, quirk registration, and hero responsibilities. It wasn't new information to Ren, but it was useful to hear in person.
Lunch Break – Cafeteria
The lunch rush was in full swing. Plates clattered, laughter echoed, and students bustled around.
Ren sat at a table alone, eating slowly. A tray of fish, rice, and miso soup. He didn't need food—not anymore—but he pretended. For now.
He absorbed energy from the water content subtly, letting it flow through him, strengthening his stamina. He hadn't eaten real food in days.
As he finished sipping soup, someone sat down across from him.
Yaoyorozu Momo.
"You're Ren Takami, right?" she asked, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her tone was polite, curious.
"That's me," he said with a small smile.
"I've been meaning to ask… your quirk. It's water-based, but your physical ability is unusually high. Is it an enhancer?"
Ren chuckled softly. "You noticed that?"
"I'm not trying to pry," she said quickly, "just analyzing."
He leaned forward just slightly, smiling. "Then analyze away, Yaoyorozu-san. But let me keep a few secrets. It makes me more interesting."
Her cheeks flushed the slightest pink, and she looked away.
"Flirt, but subtle," Ren thought. "Let curiosity do the work."
Later – Dorm Room
U.A. had moved students into dorms for safety. Ren's room was plain, neat, minimalist. A desk, a bed, a small indoor plant beside the window.
He sat on the floor, shirtless, meditating.
Steam filled the air from a glass of heated water on the table. He extended his hand—and the water rose into the air, forming a ring around his wrist like a floating bracelet.
He closed his eyes, remembering.
[Flashback – Two Years Ago]
He was ten. Alone in the woods. A new world. A new body.
He had no quirk back then—not yet awakened.
He was hungry. Desperate.
Then he found the squirrel—dying, caught in a trap. He touched it, desperate for moisture. The water in its body… surged into him. The squirrel crumpled. And Ren felt power.
Not just hydration. Strength. Muscle. Heat.
He vomited afterward. It haunted him for weeks. But he survived.
And later, he tried again—with plants. A dying shrub. A half-dead flower.
The results: healing. Stamina. Photosynthesis.
His quirk was never just water manipulation.
It was life manipulation through water.
Hydro Core wasn't elemental.
It was primal.
Back to Present
He opened his eyes slowly, pulling in the moisture from the room to his skin. His body vibrated with energy.
He stood and stepped out onto the dorm balcony.
The moon was high. Clouds rolled lazily. He breathed in.
"Soon… I'll test myself against real threats."
Meanwhile – U.A. Faculty Room
Aizawa handed Nezu Ren's assessment sheet. "He's holding back. I can feel it."
Nezu looked at the test data. "Interesting… not overpowered, not underwhelming."
"Exactly. Calculated."
"You think he's hiding something?" Nezu asked.
"I know he is," Aizawa replied. "The way he uses his quirk—it's too refined. He controls water like he's been using it for a decade."
"He's only 13."
Aizawa nodded. "That's what worries me."
Night – Ren's Dorm
He sat on his bed, glancing at the clock.
He reached into his drawer and pulled out an old photo.
A man and a woman smiled in it—his parents. Warm eyes. Gentle smiles.
He stared at it silently.
Then he whispered, voice barely audible.
"I'll get strong. Strong enough to make sure no one ends up like you again."
He placed the photo back and lay down.
Sleep didn't come easily. Not tonight.
[Do you like it. Then give me motivation]