"Sometimes I worry I'm not going to be a good hero." Ochako admitted to you as the both of you sat on the roof of your classes dorm building. The night wind was slightly chilly as it brushed through your hair. The only sounds were the city off in the distance. "I originally wanted to be a hero to make money to give my parents a better life. Most of our classmates have noble reasons to choose this path. I worry I'm just selfish taking up a spot in 1-A."