12/12/2025
Dear My Hero Academia,
You were never just a story about heroes with flashy powers. You were a gentle reminder of why people choose to be kind, to stand up, and to keep going even when they feel small. From the very beginning, you told me something simple but powerful. I didn’t have to be special to be worthy. Sometimes, the act of trying was already enough.
I watched Izuku Midoriya grow from a quirkless, trembling kid into someone who could inspire others, and somehow, I saw myself in him. His tears came easily. His hands shook. His voice cracked. And instead of pushing that weakness away, you showed me that it could coexist with strength. He didn’t move forward because he was fearless. He moved forward despite the fear. That choice stayed with me.
What made you feel so warm was your heart. Every character carried a story, a wound, a reason. Even the quiet ones in the background felt real. Class 1-A wasn’t just a group of students. They felt like a family. Messy, loud, awkward, supportive, and deeply human. They failed, argued, laughed too hard, and still showed up for each other the next day. Those small moments mattered just as much as the battles.
You never shied away from difficult questions. What does it truly mean to be a hero? Is saving people enough if the system itself is broken? Can someone who falls still be forgiven? You didn’t demand answers. You let those questions linger, growing quietly alongside me, resurfacing in moments when doing the right thing felt heavy.
Above all, you gave me hope. Not the loud kind that ignores pain, but the fragile, hard-earned kind. The kind that survives mistakes. The kind that allows someone to cry and still stand back up. The kind that says it’s okay to be weak today, as long as you don’t stop caring tomorrow.
You came into my life at the right moment. When I was tired. When I doubted myself. When moving forward felt harder than staying still. You didn’t just entertain me. You stayed with me. You reminded me that being a hero doesn’t always mean winning or being admired. Sometimes, it simply means showing up again, even when it hurts.
Thank you for reminding me that heroism can be quiet. That kindness matters. That trying still counts.
You will always be unforgettable to me. Not because you taught me how to be a hero, but because you reminded me that I already could be, in the smallest, most human ways.
With gratitude,
A fan who needed you
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Cr: Kohei Horikoshi / Mangaka of My Hero Academia
