"Mommy!" I ran up to my Mom.
"Hiya, sweetie!" She lifted me up and hugged me.
"I wanna be a hero! Like you!" I announced ecstatically. She looked concerned.
"Really? Why do you wanna be like me?" She asked.
"Because you're pretty and you save people!" I giggled.
"Sweetie, being a hero is dangerous. And you haven't even developed a quirk yet! You're too young to be thinking about being a hero. Maybe rethink it when you've developed a quirk." She put me down and I pouted up at her.
"Well I wanna be a hero now!"
"Sweetie, you're gonna have to wait over a decade to become a hero." She resumed cooking dinner, "The only way you could become a hero like me is if you either aged 10 years overnight or worked hard at school and skipped a few school years. I'm sure U.A. or any other hero school you want to attend would accept you then."
"Well then... I'll be smart!" At that point I stormed off to my room and began attempting to read, despite not knowing how to, with confidence.
"Good luck sweetie!" Mom chuffed.