The Dragon's Remains (My Hero Academia x Male Reader)

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(Y/N): Storytelling was never one of my greatest assets, so let's make it quick

My name is (Y/N), am the son of former #1 Dragon Hero: Bloom and #4 Specialist Hero: Sky. It's been more than 10 years since I was left all alone in this world...

My aunt Musa took care of me, she even helped me train my quirk or, to be more precise, my mother's quirk. Ever since I was young the only thing I desired more than anything was to be like them, someone who others look up to when they are scared, someone who's always there to save the day, someone who cares... Even after their death, I set my eyes straight on nothing else but my goal ahead, getting into UA.

I trained day and night to no avail. They were gone but, even after death, I had to make them proud someway or another. But no matter how much I trained, I was never able to fully release my mother's power, I couldn't accomplish what my mother could.

I needed help.

And, what better place than UA to get it.

Like I said before my aunt Musa helped me train my quirk but, even with her training it wasn't enough.

I wasn't sure of my powers, so I ended up taking the regular exam. It started well I got about 20 points within a few minutes, my mind was set, I had to pass at all cost. Maybe I should have paid more attention that day, a robot ended up knocking me unconscious ending my exam prematurely, denying my entrance to the hero course...

I ended up in General Studies.

I felt useless

Like a waste of space

What would they think of me if they could see me?

I don't know, I hope is something good.

I remember Musa holding me while I cried, I remember her whispering something to me but I can't remember what it was.

I lost hope, I taught it was over...

But, at the sports festival, maybe if I win I'll get promoted to the hero course. It's my only chance I have to take it, I have to win.

And one day, maybe I'll be as good as her but for now, I must set my mind straight and focus on my goal.

Class 1-A and B, better buckle up because this train has been set off...

And, there's no way of stoping it.

Two weeks till the Sports Festival

(A/N: From this point forward the story will be divided into multiple points of views)