What determines a person's worth? Is it determined by their sense of self, how much they believe they're worth? Is it based on what the people called family thinks they're worth? Or is it something else? Is there some factor that y/n missed, some crucial part of life she never experienced? Is worth based on how much someone loves themselves, or how they are loved by others? Don't worry this isn't another complete trauma fic I won't kill my readers emotionally in this one it'll be fluffy and maybe a little more. Okay maybe it is a slight trauma fic but I'm making the ending happy so you can't hate me. Yeah I don't know what happened. Have fun.

You're the pro hero Siren, renowned for their mind control quirk. At least that's what you'd like to think. It's true you're a pro hero, you're just not as successful as you hoped you might be and you're having a hard time finding an apartment. This all leads to you rooming with childhood friend, pro hero, and long time crush Eraser Head. (I don't own any of these characters) (this is a reupload from quotev)