Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Growing up together in the hero commission, I truly believed in heroes. I was so naïve to the superhuman society we had, to the world. I thought that good people and heroes would always win. I thought that way about my life too, that no matter what, I would overcome it just like the heroes. I met my best friend when I was ten; the little winged boy that I saw clutching his Endeavor doll walk into my life randomly one day and soon became part of my life like he had always been there. My Father was attacked by a villain and his quirk stolen. The hero commission that I grew up with turned their backs on him and my family. Heartbroken over the loss of his quirk and livelihood, my Father took his own life. I was never the same after that. And my best friend who I had thought would stay by my side left instead to become the youngest pro hero in history and the second strongest hero in all of Japan, the winged hero Hawks. Beloved by many, and the Hero Commission's golden boy. But I knew the truth and I'm determined to reveal the truth of what happened to my Father and expose the hypocrisy of the hero commission too, even if I die trying.