"My own kind of hero... For a while, I wasn't even sure what that meant. I wasn't competent when I started. I didn't know how to make my Quirk really my own. I was just copying other people, whether those techniques worked for me or not. I'm sure you know, working with your magic, having to practice and own it like it's second nature."

He'd at least graduated to copying other people only if he felt that adapting their techniques to his needs might work for him.

"What you said about blood and magic... I know there's probably not any data on how it interacts with Quirks, but..." He hesitated, "It won't change mine, will it?"

He had to ask. He'd always thought of One For All as something precious since first learning of its existence. It was one-of-a-kind, entrusted to him for the purpose of saving people.