MHA 2025!

Now I had to see where this goes!

The calendar mocking me, the 8th of October, my birthday. Another year, another empty house. Mom and Dad, predictably, were off god-knows-where, chasing some obscure business deal or another. And my friends? Well, they were "busy." With hero training, with dates, with… anything that wasn't me, probably. My usual birthday involved eating stale cake alone and brooding, but today I decided I was done with the pity party.

I was going to have a self-care day. A real one.

First, the spa. A mud mask, a deep tissue massage - I even got my nails done! I know, pretty girly, but it felt oddly good. Then came the shopping. A new pair of sneakers, a graphic tee... things that made me feel less like the small, grape-headed weirdo I often felt like and more like… well, just me. And lastly, the "sexual care" I had planned. It was selfish, I knew, but the loneliness had been gnawing at me, a gnawing feeling I often tried to soothe by getting lost in my thoughts, and by myself.

Back in my apartment later, I settled down, the new tee feeling soft against my skin. The day had offered a temporary reprieve, but the void, always present, started to creep back. I decided to complete my plan. When I started, my mind went to a familiar place but then, a sharp, searing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. I yelped, clutching my stomach. It felt like my insides were tied in knots, a muscle spasm worse than any training I'd ever done. Panicking, I dialed 911, my voice cracking as I mumbled through the explanation.

Within minutes, the sirens were wailing outside and paramedics burst in. But one of them… She was gorgeous. Tall, with a cascade of purple curls tumbling around her face and an hourglass figure that somehow still looked powerful in those blue scrubs. My heart pounded as she knelt beside me, her voice calm and professional.

"Okay, Minoru-kun, can you tell me what happened?"

Her touch, as she checked my pulse and abdomen, was gentle but firm. And when she glanced at my records, her eyes widened slightly. A flicker of realization crossed her face.

"Your… your last name is Mineta?" she asked, her voice a little softer now, almost bewildered.

"Yeah," I croaked, still reeling from the pain, "Why?"

The questions that followed were less about my immediate discomfort and more about my family. Where they were, how often I saw them, that kind of thing. It was weird, but I figured it was part of their job to know if I had any genetic predisposition for... whatever this was.

Then the bomb dropped.

"Minoru-kun," she began, her purple eyes serious, "I think… I think I'm your sister."

I stared at her, not understanding. A sister? I was an only child to my knowledge. My world felt like it was tilting.

"My name is Hana," she continued, "My mother, your mother, left me at my grandparents when I was really young and they raised me. I found out and tracked her down... And that's why I'm here". She paused and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry."

The pain in my stomach was suddenly insignificant.

After she confirmed that the spasm was, thankfully, harmless, she sat me down, her gaze both comforting and serious. She spoke about being my sister, about the family I hadn't known I had. But then she steered the conversation, gently but firmly, toward why I was in this situation in the first place.

"Minoru," she said, "It's okay to feel… frustrated. Lonely. But… you need to be careful. You need to treat your body, and other people, with respect. And it is more than okay to acknowledge how you are feeling."

She talked about how to respect women, about boundaries, about self-control. She didn't preach. She listened. She made me explain why I do it - why I fill that void with… that. I mumbled something about my parents being gone, about the ache inside me that never went away.

Hana nodded, a deep sadness in her eyes. "I understand," she said, her hand reaching out to cover mine. "I do. But you're not alone anymore, Minoru. I'm here."

That night, we talked for hours. About her life, about my life in isolation. About what it meant to be a hero. She didn't judge or admonish me. She just listened. And then, she started teaching. She told me to focus my energy on becoming better, not just at being a hero, but at being a human. She told me about her dreams and I told her about mine. For the first time I felt like I had a friend and family at the same time. A real life connection.

For the first time in my life, I felt seen. I felt… understood. That night, as I finally drifted to sleep, the ache in my chest wasn't completely gone, but it was… smaller. I had someone. A sister. Someone who knew me, not just as Mineta, the pervert, but as Minoru, the brother with a void in his heart. And she was going to help me fill it. Maybe this birthday, the one that started so lonely and painful, had turned out to be the best one yet.