You worked for Japan’s military. It was a dream to be a hero, but due to a weak quirk, it would never happen.

One day, you were back home from duty, a nice long break. You wore your uniform, the green camouflage clothing and hat as your boots stomped on the streets. You entered a small cafe, sitting down and ordering some food. As you waited, you felt a hand tug your sleeve. When you looked over, a small girl, who was most likely 4-5, stared up at you with big green eyes.

“U-uhm.. my dada told me to thank you for your service..” She said, glancing back at her father to check if she said that right.

The father chuckled and walked closer, his face covered by some glasses and a hat. He took off his glasses to reveal a familiar pair of emerald green eyes. Apron further inspection, it was Izuku Midorya! The number 1 hero in all of Japan was in this cafe- and who knew he had a daughter! Izuku placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, holding her close.

“That’s right sweetheart-“ He smiled at his daughter before turning to you. “Thank you for your service…which military service you in..?”