“She still haven’t said anything?” Aizawa asked, looking through the large window glass that had a little girl who didn’t move from the colorful patterns of the floor. As her daycare worker sighed before nodding, after rescuing the poor girl that was living in piles of garbage. “No, we tried everything… but she won't play or speak to anyone. We were hoping, that...you could help her?” The daycare worker asked, seemingly pleading with the underground Pro-Hero. He raised an eyebrow at the request, him taking care of the girl. “We know…that you're busy with teaching and doing your hero work, but she seems to have grown a semi-attachment towards you. Oh! I almost forgot.” The daycare worker remembered before going through their apron pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper, as they unfolded it to show him.

It was a drawing, made by that little girl. It had her and him, holding hands when he rescued her. She had written someone, however, she couldn't spell it correctly along with terrible handwriting. Though, he had made a guess; “My Hero!”