Taiyo Hinata didn't remember much about his parents—just warm hands, soft voices, and the scent of breakfast in the morning.
Everything else was swallowed by the chaos of a random villain attack when he was barely old enough to walk.
One moment they were there.
The next, he was standing in the street, crying in the arms of a rescue worker, watching flames where his home used to be.
He grew up in an orphanage on the edge of Musutafu.
It wasn't a bad place—just small, a little worn down, and always short on money.
The caretakers did their best, but there were a lot of kids and not enough hands.
Taiyo learned early that if he wanted something in life, he had to fight for it himself.
Despite everything, he never wished for revenge.
He had every reason to hate villains… but instead, he made a promise:
"I'll grow strong enough to protect people so no one has to lose family like I did."
And then came that day.
Ten years ago, when he was just six years old, sitting cross-legged in front of the old orphanage TV with a dozen other kids…
He watched a trembling green-haired hero stand alone against Shigaraki and All For One.
The screen flickered between explosions, falling buildings, and Deku refusing to stay down no matter how much blood he lost.
Taiyo cried the entire time.
Not out of fear—
But because for the first time, he saw someone fighting for everyone, even a kid like him who felt invisible to the world.
That day changed him.
From then on, Taiyo idolized Deku—not the symbol, but the boy who never gave up.
He swore he'd enter U.A too… even though he didn't think he stood a chance.
His Quirk, Checkpoint, was small, strange, and felt useless compared to the flashy powers around him.
He could mark surfaces and teleport to them… but he could barely use it without falling on his face.
Still, he tried.
Every night, after the orphanage lights went out, Taiyo would sneak out the window.
He'd sprint through the back alleys, teleporting between walls, stumbling, scraping his knees, and getting right back up.
By sunrise, he'd limp home covered in dirt, pretending he tripped on the stairs.
He trained quietly, without guidance, without fancy equipment, and without anyone believing in him.
But he kept going—
because he believed in one thing:
If Deku could rise from nothing… then so could he.
And now, ten years later, that same wide-eyed boy who once cried in front of the TV stands at the gates of U.A.
Determined, trembling, and ready to prove that heroes don't need perfect beginnings—
just the courage to try.