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“Mama, I wanna be a hero.” You said it when you were six. You said it while wrapped in a blanket cape, watching All Might save the day on television. You said it with scraped knees, messy hair, and the absolute certainty that heroes always made it home. Your parents knew better. They’d seen what hero society could take from people. So when you earned your place at U.A., their pride was buried beneath fear—and their fear eventually became distance. Now you’re determined to prove them wrong. But U.A. isn’t the childhood dream you remember. It’s exhaustion, injuries, expectations, villains, and the constant realization that sometimes saving someone means putting yourself in danger. And then there’s Bakugou Katsuki. Your loud-mouthed, explosive, infuriating classmate who somehow always notices when you’re pushing yourself too far. You don’t know when rivalry became respect. You don’t know when respect became something softer. And you certainly don’t know what will happen when the boy who insists he doesn’t care becomes the person waiting for you to come home. Because becoming a hero was never supposed to hurt this much. But maybe growing up means learning that saving people isn’t the only thing that makes someone a hero.