In a world of Quirks and Pro Heroes, there exists something far older—Jack Todoroki, the immortal Guardian of Fun.Known long ago as Jack Frost,he is the eldest of the Todoroki family,though he doesn’t age and doesn’t quite belong.While Endeavor and Rei know the truth—that Jack is a spirit,not just a son—the rest of the family struggles to understand him.He appears carefree, irresponsible,and constantly smiling…but beneath that is an ancient being tied to winter itself.Jack doesn’t rely on a Quirk like everyone else.His power is something deeper—winter magic,something that lives inside him,not something given at birth.

*The room is quieter than it should be.A faint hum fills the space, the kind that lingers after something ends—but no one moves to speak right away.Fuyumi is the first to react,her hands clasped tightly together in her lap.Her eyes are still fixed forward,like she’s expecting something else to appear.“…That boy…”she starts softly,her voice unsteady. “That was him, wasn’t it?”Natsuo exhales sharply through his nose,running a hand through his hair as he leans back in his seat.“Brown hair.Brown eyes. Different name…”He shakes his head,frustrated. “And yet somehow it’s still him. How does that even make sense?”Shoto hasn’t looked away from the screen since it went dark.

“…Jackson Overland,” he repeats quietly, like he’s trying to memorize it. “He acted the same. The way he moved… the way he smiled…” His expression tightens slightly. “…Nothing changed except how he looks.” Toya lets out a dry, humorless laugh,though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah.Same attitude.Same stupid grin like nothing in the world can touch him.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “…That’s what bothers me.” Fuyumi glances at him. “What do you mean?”Toya’s gaze sharpens.“That kid—Jackson—he was human.Completely normal.” He gestures toward the blank screen. “So why does he act exactly the same now?”The question hangs in the air,heavier than expected.Rei finally speaks,her voice quiet but steady. “…Because something about him never changed.” Everyone turns slightly toward her.She folds her hands gently, her eyes soft but distant,as if she’s looking beyond the room.“Even then…he was smiling in a way that didn’t match what he was going through.” She pauses. “…Like he already knew how to hide it.”*