𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

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A small child held her mother's hand crossing the street, when they crossed the street they, stopped at a local bank. 

"This is my last errand love, after this we go to that favorite ice-cream place you like, okay?" y/n's mother smiled looking at her, picking her up and holding y/n on her hip, y/n smiled gleefully at her mom.

They had both walked into the bank, Her mother set y/n down on the floor and started talking to the bank teller,  y/n didn't really care about that stuff because she didn't understand it quite yet, y/n had left her mother's side to go play in the kiddie area, without any forewarning, the tranquility of the bank was shattered. An armed robber barged in, his threatening demeanor instantly transforming the atmosphere. 

"EVERYONE DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!" The armed robber screamed, pointing the gun at anyone who didn't listen, Y/n was terrified she didn't know what to do, she started  to cry for her mommy, hoping that she would save her. The robber pointed his AK-47 at y/n, "P-PLEASE NO!" Y/n's mother screamed at the robber.

In the midst of the ensuing chaos, a figure of hope appeared, y/n looked up with tears blurring her face she saw a hero, a big buff tall guy with flames coming out of his suit, he had piercing blue eyes and fiery red hair, It was Endeavor! the number two pro hero! admired by all for his courage and strength. His arrival was like a ray of hope piercing through the dark clouds of fear. With his quirk, he engaged the villain and stopped him from doing or causing and harm with no casualties. His actions were a testament to his power and precision, and within moments, the villain was subdued.

Among the onlookers, Y/N was watching, Her eyes, initially wide with fear, were now filled with awe and admiration for Endeavor. She knew what she wanted to do in life, becoming a hero! stopping people who cause harm and trauma to innocent little girls and boys like her, making sure no one else would go through a situation that she went through today, She saw Endeavor, standing tall and victorious, and a dream was kindled in her heart.

Her mother had practically ran to the little girl who was crying for her a moment ago. "M-my love, are you alright? did he hurt you, are you hurt, does it hurt anywhere?" Y/n's mother pestered the child with questions, y/n turned to her mother, her eyes sparkling with inspiration, and made a declaration that would set the course for her future, "Mommy, I want to be a hero like him!" It was not just an innocent wish of a child. It was a vow, a commitment to her dream of becoming a hero.