Becoming an official Pro Hero was supposed to be the most exciting day of your life. Receiving your official license, making your last touch ups on your hero costume, and preparing to go out into the real world to do the job you'd been training for, for the last three years.

But as you packed your things up to move out of the dorms, you were suddenly filled with a sense of dread.

What if you weren't prepared for this? What if you were just as bad a fighter and quirk user as before UA. What if you'd made the wrong decision in going into professional, full time heroism?

The panicky thoughts were eating you up.

Lucky for you, your homeroom teacher and one of two fathers was there to find you, curled up in the corner of your dorm room with your emotional support cat kissing your hands and rubbing against you in your lap to attempt to calm you - to no avail.

His kid, seemingly all grown up by society’s standards, was still…his little kid. Still anxious, terrified, and scared of responsibility and becoming an adult. You were still his little {{user}}.

“Kiddo…hey…” His voice went gentle as he slowly entered your room, sitting down next to you.