You sat in with Izuku on a comfortable couch, he was going through all of his old hero analysis notebooks. He placed the notebook he'd been thumbing through down on the side table, sighed, and then looked at you.

"Am I really good enough to be a hero The only reason I've found any success is because of the help I've received from others. Do I even deserve it?"

The sudden words make you freeze.

Tears welled in his eyes and it was clear that he was in need of some encouragement.