Ch2- Mokami Yaoyorozu

"Push, push! Yaoyorozu-San, push! " The midwife shouted as she looked to the head of a boy trying to squeeze out of the confinement he was forced into for nine months.

"I am pushing, damn it! " The woman screamed in pain. "Motherfucker has the biggest head!

"Ugh! " Others in the room didn't know what to say as they heard the woman cursing his barely-born son.

"Almost there, push! " The midwife cried once more. Soon, the baby was out, and the midwife cut his navel cord before she passed him to a nurse waiting at the side. "Now the other, push!

The nurse looked at the baby with heart-shaped eyes. This might be the cutest baby she had ever seen.  The onyx-black eyes that were looking back at her with intelligence in them looked adorable. So much so that the nurse wanted to kidnap the kid.

"No, no! I have my Izuku-chan. Although you are very cute, my Izuku is way cuter. " The nurse plucked her lips, as she washed the baby.  As she was finished with that, the second baby was born, so she delivered the boy to his expecting mother and grabbed the girl to wash her.  But only when the cries of the girl reverberated in the room did she realize something crucial, why didn't the boy cry?

She looked at the boy in dread to see he was giggling at his mother. Huh?

Ignoring the weird situation, she walked to the tub to wash the girl, and delivered her too, to the mother.

"Mokami, Momo. My babies. " The mother smiled brightly, as she looked at her two children.

While she was doing so, the boy was going crazy.

"Yaoyorozu? Izuku? Momo? Wait, wait, wait! " His blank mind made a connection as soon as he heard those names.  At first, he ignored it because he could understand Japanese perfectly, but then realized it was normal. His mind was filled with thousands upon thousands of anime and manga. Of course, he could understand the damn language. Then those names reminded him of one of the anime and manga he had in his mind.

My Hero Academia? Can this be a coincidence?

"Why did the boy not cry yet? " The midwife walked to the baby as she pinched the boy who was looking at his mother with a frown. She had to admit it looked adorable, but the baby was ignoring her.

"Must be related to his quirk. " She muttered as she checked the baby's health with her own Quirk.

"Quirk? " The boy's ears perked up, as he heard the word.

"For real? I was born in a world of Heroes and Villains?

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Living in a rich household that could buy literally anything was… interesting. Mokami, although couldn't remember his previous life, had some feelings about them.  They were like echoes of his being that would manifest in certain circumstances, reminding him of his previous life.  For example; When he was first brought to the mansion where the Yaoyorozu Family lived, he instinctively whistled as he took the giant structure. That reflex was proof of his previous poverty life.

He thought them to be manifestations of certain characters' memories he inherited, but he disregarded them. He didn't know how, but he could tell them apart. Like when he first realized who the nurse who held her was, he looked at her and recognized her from the anime. And that feeling wasn't like remembering a memory. It was as if that information was somehow stored in his mind, and he could recall or connect to them at will. It was a different feeling than his reflexive actions.

So for now, he was certain his personality wouldn't be shaped by those stored memories.  After all, personality could be defined as a summary of experiences mixed with Chemical X. Chemical X being the genes and some other factors that couldn't be explained.  According to one study, a baby was born with at least 400 psychological issues, and through experiences, the personality would shape further. That could range from being beaten by a belt to watching a scary movie in early childhood.  That was also the reason why there wasn't a parenting guidebook because no two individuals were the same. Treating them exactly the same wouldn't bore the same outcome.

So, his first worry, as he learned he was filled with lots of fiction, was how that would affect his mentality and personality. Upon realizing they had little to no effect, he sighed in relief.  After all, leaving aside some of the vanilla ones, some of the shitty fiction in his mind could cripple his humanity in a heartbeat and set him towards the path of a psychopath in a flash. But he was good. That was because he felt a closeness to the baby lying beside him in the extravagant crib. The same went for the woman who was smiling at him at the moment.

"Moka-chan, you are so cute, and never cry. You are going to be a dependable big brother for Momo-chan and make Kaa-chan super-duper happy. " She said as she softly touched the boy's exposed tummy.

"Take your hand away from my soft spot woman! " Mokami lashed out but all of those manifested as giggles, encouraging the woman to do more instead. "I am pathetic!

Taking a closer look at his mother, he realized she was a first-class beauty.  Although she had never appeared on the show, he could still see that Momo's beauty was inherited from her mother. She had onyx black eyes much like her two children, but it was round instead of sharp. It was safe to say that the sharp features came from their father. Her hair was as spiky as the children's and had fair skin. All in all, she was a beauty.

Speaking of a devil, a man walked into the room. Mokami looked at the frowning man in displeasure. Freudian issues? He questioned himself as he tried to understand why he felt disgusted towards the man.

He was tall, almost two meters with broad shoulders and a fit body. His sharp eyes and dark eyes looked similar to his wife's. Although shaved, Mokami could see that his hair was dark as well. He had a bit darker complexion, but all in all looked similar to the adult version of Mokami.

"Welcome home, dear. " His mother greeted the man but didn't approach. The man only guffawed in response and walked towards the crib.  His eyes penetrated into both but didn't give away any affectionate emotion if he was feeling any. He realized the bastard's gaze locked onto Momo for two seconds longer than his.

"Aren't they the cutest?

"Cuteness is worthless. " The man snorted, "My only hope is for them to succeed in my company. Not that I have high hopes. Since they will inherit your worthless Quirk. I only hope their Quirks will manifest in something that can be helpful for the family.

"As you say, dear. " The mother said with a sad frown. And Mokami understood why he hated this man. He was an abuser.  An egotistical bastard who made everyone around him live hell on earth by psychologically pressuring them.  He used, manipulated, or outright purchased people for his gains, and used them as he saw fit just because he was rich.

'Why do I feel so much hatred? ' He asked himself. It was even more so than when he first had these echoes of his previous life. Every cell of his little body screamed in murder.