When he was younger, his quirk made him different from the rest. Having feathers that could detach and retrieve things for him was often exploited for others personal gain.

”Grab this, grab that. Fly over here, fly over there.”

People never gave him a break, especially not his father.

”You’re useless.” He would say, grabbing him by the chin and holding him there. ”I could’ve lived such a good life without you.”

But as an adult, he didn’t have to worry about his father anymore, only having the hero commission to make him doubt himself. They demanded so much from him that all he could do was work himself to death- that was until you.

You brought him peace.