MHA: A Hero’s Genesis

Two weeks had passed since Haruto had gained new powers and the vivid memories of another life. Outwardly, nothing seemed to have changed. He went to school like usual, blending in with his peers, even though he already possessed knowledge equivalent to a college graduate, thanks to the experiences he had inherited. 

But his daily trips to school were less for his benefit and more for Aiko's peace of mind. Haruto understood her desire for normalcy in their lives, even if he had long since outgrown the curriculum. 

It was a quiet weekend morning when Haruto noticed his mother sitting at the dining table, her laptop open and a furrow of worry creasing her brow. Aiko had spent the past week searching for jobs, sifting through listings and sending out applications. Haruto knew why—despite the life insurance payout and their savings being enough to sustain them for three years, she wanted a stable income for long-term security. 

He watched her for a moment, her shoulders tense, her fingers hovering uncertainly over the keyboard. She sighed softly, her gaze distant, as though she were trapped in an endless loop of worry. Haruto could feel the weight she carried, and it tugged at his heart. 

Finally, he walked over and sat beside her. 

"Mom," he said gently, breaking the silence. "How's the job search going?" 

Aiko's eyes darted to him, and she forced a small smile. "It's fine, Haru. Don't worry about it." 

But Haruto's gaze didn't waver. "You don't have to lie to me. I can tell when something's wrong." 

The facade crumbled. Aiko sighed, her shoulders slumping. "It's... not going great," she admitted. "Most companies don't want to hire someone like me. Some say I'm too old to reenter the workforce. Others think I should be focusing on raising you instead of looking for a job." 

Her voice wavered, but she quickly composed herself. "I'll figure it out," she said, her tone firm. "You don't need to worry about any of this, Haru. Just focus on your studies and enjoy school life." 

Haruto leaned back, his expression calm but resolute. "Mom, I need to tell you something. The only reason I'm going to school right now is to keep you from worrying. I already know everything they're teaching—and more." 

Aiko blinked, startled. "What are you talking about?" 

"I mean exactly what I said," Haruto replied. "I've been studying on my own, and I've already finished high school-level material." 

Aiko frowned slightly, skepticism clear on her face. "Haru, that's not possible. No one can learn all that in such a short time." 

"Test me," he said simply, his tone unwavering. 

She hesitated, then began asking him questions—some from her own memories of high school, others from what she remembered helping him with in the past. Haruto answered each one with precision, his explanations concise and clear. 

With each correct answer, Aiko's skepticism gave way to astonishment. By the time he was done, her hands were trembling slightly. 

"How... how did you do this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I've been studying hard for the past two weeks," Haruto said, keeping the full truth to himself. He didn't want to burden her with the details of his peak human mind or the memories of another life. 

Aiko's astonishment turned into pride, though she still looked a little overwhelmed. "I always knew you were smart, Haru, but this... this is something else." 

Haruto smiled softly. "It's just what I had to do. And now I want to help you too." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I've been thinking," Haruto began. "There are two ways I can start earning money right now. One will take some time, and the other is more immediate." 

Aiko frowned slightly but gestured for him to continue. 

"The longer-term option is writing novels," Haruto explained. "The immediate one is day trading." 

Her skepticism returned. "Haru, those are both incredibly difficult things to succeed at. Writing a novel isn't easy, and trading is... risky. Are you sure about this?" 

"To convince you, I've already prepared a draft of my first novel," Haruto said, pulling out a neatly arranged manuscript. 

Aiko accepted the papers with a mix of curiosity and doubt. She began reading slowly, but within minutes, she was immersed. The story gripped her, drawing her into its world. By the time she looked up, her eyes were wide, and her expression was one of awe. 

"Haru, this is..." she began, but he interrupted her with a grin. 

"Good enough to publish?" 

Aiko nodded, still holding the manuscript like it was something precious. "I... I can't believe you wrote this. It's incredible." 

"Then you'll help me publish it?" he asked. 

"Of course," she replied, her voice filled with pride. 

"Great," Haruto said. "Now, about trading. I know it's risky, but I've studied a lot over the past two weeks. I think I can manage." 

Aiko hesitated but eventually nodded. "All right. What do you need?" 

"I'll need my allowance for the next two months in advance," he said. 

After some discussion, they set up a trading account in Aiko's name. Haruto spent the day carefully analyzing the market, making calculated trades, and explaining his thought process to Aiko as he worked. By the end of the day, their initial investment had grown sevenfold. 

Aiko was speechless, her emotions a whirlwind of astonishment, pride, and relief. "You really are amazing, Haru," she said, her voice thick with emotion. 

Haruto smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest at her words. "It's just the beginning, Mom. We'll be okay. I promise." 

That night, as they sat together after dinner, Aiko found herself looking at Haruto in a new light. He wasn't just her son anymore; he was someone she could rely on, someone capable of standing beside her in their fight for stability and security. 

"We'll be okay," she murmured to herself as she tucked Haruto in for the night, her hand gently brushing his hair. For the first time in weeks, she felt a spark of hope. 

Haruto, lying in bed, stared at the ceiling. His mind raced with plans for the future, but for now, he let himself relax. Tomorrow was another day, and he was ready to face it head-on.