MHA: The Hero With the Sun (HIATUS)

Kenji Saito stood at the edge of a golden wheat field, the sun dipping below the horizon. Its warm light painted the clouds in fiery hues of orange and red, the kind of sky he always found comforting. To most, the sun was just the source of light and life. To Kenji, it was much more—it was a part of him.

Born in a quiet countryside village, Kenji was no stranger to hard work. His family owned a small farm, and from a young age, he helped with everything from planting crops to fixing fences. Life was simple but fulfilling. However, there was always one thing that set Kenji apart.

His Quirk, Solar Core, manifested when he was just five years old. At first, it was subtle—a warm glow in his hands whenever he stood under direct sunlight. But as he grew older, it became impossible to ignore. His body absorbed sunlight like a sponge, storing it as raw energy. He could release it as intense beams of heat or bursts of light, but his control was far from perfect.

The first time he lost control, he accidentally scorched a part of their barn while playing outside. His parents reassured him that it was just an accident, but Kenji could see the worry in their eyes.

"Your Quirk is special," his father had told him, kneeling down to meet his gaze. "But with great power comes great responsibility. You have to learn to control it, son."

Control. That word followed Kenji everywhere, shaping his every action. While other kids showed off their Quirks in games of tag or sports, Kenji stayed on the sidelines, afraid of what might happen if he let loose. He wore gloves to minimize accidental bursts of energy and avoided the sun during its peak hours.

But no amount of restraint could keep his Quirk hidden forever.

The Turning Point

One summer afternoon, Kenji was helping his father repair a fence when they heard a loud crash from the nearby road. A car had swerved off the path and flipped onto its side, smoke rising from its engine. Without thinking, Kenji sprinted toward the wreckage.

Inside the car, a mother and her young daughter were trapped. The doors were jammed, and the flames licking the edges of the vehicle made it too dangerous for anyone to approach.

"Help!" the woman screamed, shielding her daughter from the heat.

Kenji hesitated, fear knotting in his stomach. He didn't know if he could control his powers enough to save them without making things worse. But the look in their eyes—the desperation—pushed him to act.

He tore off his gloves, letting the sunlight flood his body. His hands glowed with radiant energy as he carefully melted the warped metal of the car door, creating an opening. With a burst of strength, he ripped the door free and pulled the two passengers to safety just as the car erupted into flames behind them.

The crowd that had gathered cheered, but Kenji barely heard them. His hands trembled, not from exhaustion, but from the realization of what he had just done. For the first time, his powers had saved someone.

That night, his father placed a hand on his shoulder. "You did good today, Kenji. But if you want to use that power to help people, you'll need to train. You can't do it alone."

Kenji nodded, a spark of determination igniting within him.

Dreams of Heroism

From that day forward, Kenji dedicated himself to mastering his Quirk. He woke up at dawn to practice channeling energy, focused on maintaining precision and control. His parents, though supportive, worried about his growing ambitions.

"Becoming a hero isn't easy," his mother warned. "It's dangerous work."

"I know," Kenji replied, his gaze steady. "But I can't ignore this. If I can help people, I have to try."

When the time came to apply for U.A. High School, Kenji worked harder than ever. He studied late into the night, memorizing everything he could about hero training, tactics, and law.

And then the day of the entrance exam arrived.

Standing in the bustling U.A. campus, surrounded by hundreds of other hopeful students, Kenji couldn't help but feel small. Many of them looked confident, their Quirks already refined and battle-ready. But he refused to back down.

"This is it," he whispered to himself, clenching his fists. "The start of my journey."

Little did he know, this was only the beginning.