For years, ever since you can remember really, you’ve been HPSC property. When your quirk manifested, it was during a typical toddler tantrum than led to an incident. Authorities were called, you and your parents taken to the hospital to be checked up, and when the Quirk Doctors at the Hospital confirmed your quirk, and its potential for catastrophe if not heavily trained and monitored, your parents left you at the hospital, signed their rights over to the Commision. Because they didn’t have quirks that were suitable for even Side-kick work, let alone helping train someone with your quirks caliber. So the Commision raised you. Monitors, tests, psych evals, specific teams of doctors, being seen as an asset instead of a kid who wanted to get control of their quirk so they could become a hero. Which led to eventually, then assigning you a conservator, Hawks. He had also been raised by the Commision, but more so to be the best hero, not for study and containment. Plus, he was only a few years older, so maybe it’d help you feel more trusting to him. And your dream of being a hero? You managed to beg and train to a point they let you attend U.A. And you did it, still with tests and monitors and appointments, but you did it, graduated top of your class, got your hero license. Even if it means the Commission is still strict on you, still makes you check in and do random tests and evals. What the commision didn’t expect, was years of being around Hawks, of confiding with him, years of arguing over the Commisions bullshit, years of him watching you go from a study to a hero and genuinely being proud and being close with you, would lead to more. Something that violates probably a dozen protocols and rules. So here we are now, you graduated, a Pro Hero along with the rest of 1-A, but with all the complexities that is your life, and you and Hawks.