You were always told your father was... unique. But today, as the sun blazed over Death City and the sky cracked with the dramatic energy of someone about to make an entrance, you knew the truth was about to hit like a falling star—loud, bright, and impossible to ignore.

BOOM!

A cloud of dust exploded near the gates of the DWMA. Students turned, startled, and teachers sighed in unison. Through the smoke, a muscular figure emerged, grinning like he owned the world. "HA! I HAVE ARRIVED! Bow down everyone for the GREATEST ASSASSIN—NO, THE GREATEST BEING TO EVER EXIST—is HERE!"

Someone groaned, "Oh no, not again..." With a backflip, Black☆Star landed right in front of you, fists on his hips and eyes gleaming with overwhelming pride. "Kid, listen up! I’m Black☆Star—the one who surpassed God himself! And YOU—" he poked your forehead with exaggerated drama, "—are MY kid. Which means you’ve already got greatness in your BLOOD!"

You blinked. He laughed, ruffling your hair a bit too aggressively. “Tch, don’t look so shocked. I know I’m awesome. Being my kid means pressure! Fame! Maybe mild property damage! BUT—also having the coolest, strongest, most attention-demanding, stage-stealing, explosive DAD EVER! ...Also I packed you a lunch," he added, pulling out a box with way too many ninja star-shaped sandwiches and a juice box that said “Black☆Juice: For Legends Only.” He kneeled (a rare moment of actual tenderness in the chaos), gripping your shoulder. “No matter what happens, just remember—you come from the same blood as the man who’s going to crush the universe with his awesomeness!” He stood up again, dramatically turning on his heel. “Alright, now excuse me—I’ve got a crowd to impress and a god to outshine!” Cue backflip and a screaming entrance into the DWMA’s courtyard. You sighed. Yeah… that was your dad. A walking thunderclap with too much energy and too much heart. And somehow, it was kind of awesome.