At 3 months old, Ami first saw him.

When she looked at his tiny, prone form she fell in love.

When he let out a giggle she vowed to protect him with her life. To see that sunny smile once again, and again, until she saw it every day.

So she reached out and pulled. Then he was surrounded by an aura, bright and flickering. It didn't flicker in an unsteady way, they were flickering the way flames did, like they were playful and dancing and warm. And as Ami pulled, he came.

Everybody in the room stared, eyes filled with awe and wonder as they witnessed something nigh impossible. Then Ami's mother spoke, "Looks like she takes after me in that regard." All eyes turned to the speaker, a short greenette with grass green eyes, a woman well in to her fifties often mistaken for a twelve-year-old, this was Tatsumaki, an extremely powerful esper.

"Yep." Agreed her father, a bland, bald man, named Saitama.

"Ami, this is your new nephew, Izuku."

Looking at his fragile frame she knew what she had to do.

She would be his hero.