I'll admit, I was a bit slow on the uptake. It took almost a full year before I figured out anything was amiss, other than the whole being reincarnated with my memories bit, of course. In my defense, my new parents were perfectly normal. Yes, I know my mother had silver-purple hair, but it wasn't so out of the realm of possibility that she dyed it. I just thought she was one of those cool moms, you know? How was I supposed to know it was natural? And sure maybe my dad had suspiciously sea green eyes for an Asian person, but I just thought he had some mixed ancestry or something! Other than that, they were regular upstanding Japanese citizens. It was perfectly reasonable for me not to notice until it was slapped in my face so obviously.

You see, my father had a- well, I called it a stand quirk (like Tokoyami's Dark Shadow), and my mother had a minor vitality quirk. As my dad was out working most of the day (as a pro hero, I would later learn), and my mother's wasn't a physically obvious one- it just made her exceptionally healthy, never suffering illness, and injuries cleared up in days if not hours- I'd never actually seen them using their quirks in front of me until the day we were celebrating my first birthday. My dad summoned his persona- sorry, activated his quirk. It appeared out of nowhere directly in front of me. I was startled so badly I screamed bloody murder. Not my dad's and my finest moment. Mom never let him live it down. After that, my dad did his best to get me used to his quirk and not startle me from then on. Daemon (the actual name of his quirk, I definitely approved), a dragon-like creature, became a regular fixture in our home.

Growing up, especially with a pro-hero parent, tended to go one of two ways. Either the child grows disenchanted with heroics, or they become avid pursuers of the career. I was...middling somewhere in there. I was fascinated with superheroes the way most people from my old world were. It was a fantastical dream everyone wanted to have, but I was also inherently aware of the risks and dangers, especially if I was getting my timeline is right. So the question is, do I really want to go down that path? I'm fairly certain that not following the hero track won't have negative consequences since I've not had a chance to interact with anything or anyone canon. I haven't caused any ripples just by existing. I could skate by with a relatively safe and comfortable life.

On the other hand, come on, superheroes! I have freaking superpowers! Sure, my quirk was best suited to a support role (a mutation of my parents' quirks that resulted in a vaguely angelic, or perhaps demonic, being with healing skills, awesome), but perhaps that was better? As a healer, I wouldn't be on the front lines, but I'd still be helping people. If I stayed underground like Eraserhead, that would also lessen the danger. Am I actually talking myself into doing this? Well, damn. I think I am.

"Mom, dad, I want to be a pro-hero."

My parents looked up from their respective activities of scrolling through a news feed and watching a game show, before glancing at each other in that way only old married couples could communicate with a single look. They both turned to me with amused faces.

"What's with that look?"

"Honey, you know we support you and your choices wholeheartedly, right?" Mom gave me a reassuring smile, that didn't feel so reassuring at the moment. What, did they think I couldn't do it or something?

"Well, it's just that, you've never shown any interest in being a hero before, sweetheart."

"Much to your father's disappointment. He's still sulking that the only hero you really get excited about is Hawks and not him, you know."

They...had a point there. Also, what did dad expect? I'm a teenage girl. Of course, I'd go gaga over that really cute winged hero. But still! I've made up my mind.

"I want to be a healer. You know, like Recovery Girl."

My parents 'oh'd in understanding. "Yeah, that makes much more sense. No offense, sweetheart, but fighting villains just isn't for you."

I huffed, a little offended that they had me pegged so correctly, but waved it away in favor of my next question. "Dad, can you help me train with my quirk? I want to go to U.A. but my Daemon isn't made for combat. I'd never make it into the hero course as I am now."

My dad eyed me seriously over his reading glasses before an unholy glint appeared in his eyes. Was it too late to take what I said back? Maybe I could just train on my own. Who needs to make it into the hero course right away, anyway? I could just transfer in later from the general education course. Maybe petition Recovery Girl for an apprenticeship.

"I hope you're ready to work hard, kiddo. Entrance exams are just a few months away."


Idk if any of you have noticed, but Hien does not think things through enough. She usually sticks to one path once she's decided because she subconsciously expects her foreknowledge to be all she really needs. Her first instinct is to ensure the safety of herself and her loved ones, but she also has a desire to help others. It's pretty much her purpose in life. If she's not helping (read: useful) then she's pointless, and there's nothing more terrifying to her than purposelessness.