My mother, though she died weeks after my birth, I loved her...
Through all the stories my father told me, I knew she was amazing. Just looking at her photos made me proud that I was the son of such an amazing woman. Though quirkless, she was perfect in every way.
My father was a lucky man to have ever married such a woman. I myself was lucky to have her as a mother.
I missed her...
Growing up without the love and care from a mother was hard. My father was a strict but kind man who always followed the law of society. He was unbiased and wise. But at times, he would be reckless if ever it came to his beliefs.
A trait that I inherited.
Though I was stubborn that I didn't mind growing up without much attention from my parents, I always wondered what life would be if mother never passed away. Would she love my quirkless self?
Being born quirkless was something I did not expect. Especially during a time where evil ran rampant due to the influence of All For One. My father, a policeman, dedicated his life to serving the greater good.
It gave me the ambition to create a world where everyone can smile and live happily together. I wanted children to enjoy playing outside without getting caught up with villainous acts.
My father lit the fire in this sparking belief, that I could become the pillar that inspires people everywhere, a symbol for everyone to look up to.
Them I met her...
Maybe Kamisama led me to her, who knows? The fact that she became my mentor, my master and... a person I thought of as a mother... it truly was a blessing from the heavens.
I became her disciple, entrusted the title of becoming the next user of One For All. It amplified the confidence in me, it stabilized the coming of my belief.
