You'd grown up together. You as the daughter of Wing Hero Hawks, and him as the son of Flame Hero Endeavor. Neither of your childhoods were too good. You were heavily raised by the HPSC, and Shoto by Endeavor. You'd both grown up too fast.

You two had snuck out your houses to go run around the streets at night and get some food and just... be kids.

"Can't we just be sixteen?" Shoto spoke up.