Hero. One word, four letters. Yet the meaning it held went way deeper than one would think.

What is a hero? Someone who rescues those in distress? Someone who saves the world? Someone who sacrifices themselves for others? Or someone who is able to draw the line between evil and good?

But what is it that defines what is evil and what is good. Saving ones life is good, but if in doing so you doom a thousand others' will it still be good? If not, then can it be called evil?

And in a world where being a hero, quite literally, has become a profession, the meaning of the word "hero" has been rendered redundant.

"So I just can't bring myself to you that you can do it even without a quirk."

And with this one line, Izuku Midoriya's world came crashing down around him. He did not hear what else was being said, could not hear what was being said. The words just kept repeating in his head, echoing until it was the only thing he could think of. One sentence he had kept hearing his entire life, one that threatened to choke his dreams and ideals.

"You can't be a hero." voiced his mind a he fell to his knees, tears threatening to spill over. And suddenly, he felt at peace. He realised something at that moment which made his sniffing cease. A realisation that impacted their world more than anyone could have imagined at that moment.

Eyes grim with determination, Izuku Midoriya stood up and strode forward with a new perspective on life.