Sorry if the story feels a bit choppy-it is a repost!

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Sorry for another short one...

Who would become the next Symbol of Peace? The question weighed on All-Might's very psyche that held up the majority of the superhuman society that he cultivated with the use of One For All. Mirio was the obvious choice given to him by many of the teachers at UA. He was strong and determined. He had been given a Quirk that many would give up on. But Mirio was not one to look at things in a negative light. He never gave up. He turned his Quirk of Permeation into a powerful tool. All-Might couldn't help feeling like he would be making the wrong decision by picking Mirio. The power of eight superhuman people was a mighty power to bear, even for All-Might himself. His mind flashed back to Midoriya, the Boy with the Plot Armor. No, he had told himself that he couldn't give that kid One For All, even his heart told him to. It was far too much power to combine that Quirk with One For All. It would shatter everything that they knew about Quirks. This train of thought came full circle. If not Mirio or Midoriya, who?

"Aizawa, could you give me the list of class 1-A students, please?"

Uraraka's nerves were shot as All-Might sat in her living room, talking to her parents. Why was HE here? Was she in trouble? She was planning on heading to the UA entrance exam, so maybe he had something to do with that? Yeah, that made sense. Uraraka continued to reassure herself until she heard All-Might say something about wanting to her. OH, HOW HER ANXIETY SPIKED. She sheepishly stepped out of the doorframe of her room where she was eavesdropping.

"LADY URARAKA, AFTER TALKING TO YOUR PARENTS, I HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE YOU, MY SUCCESSOR!"

"WOAH!" Uraraka's eyes widened. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well—" All-Might pulled out his phone and typed a few buttons. Strangely, he pulled a pair of comically small (compared to himself at least) reading glasses and placed them on his face. "Successor–" He read from his phone screen. "A person or thing that succeeds another. Synonyms are heir, inheritor, next-line–"

"I KNOW WHAT SUCCESSOR MEANS!" Urakara declared loudly before becoming bashful again. "But what am I inheriting from you? If it's money, I couldn't accept anything like that—"

"HAHA! LADY URARAKA, I'M SO BROKE IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY, BUT I CAN GIVE YOU—" He plucked a hair from his head. What the heck? "THIS!" The oddly lemon-scented straid of hair was placed in her hand. "EAT MY HAIR!"

"WHAT?" Urakara immediately blushed a vibrant red. "THAT'S DIGUSTING!"

"WELL, LADY URARAKA, IT COULD BE THIS OR MY BLOOD! HA HA HA!" The giant let out a massive laugh as the girl went a ghostly pale.

"I think I'm gonna-!" Uraraka immediately threw up her lunch onto the floor.