When people found out you were pregnant, even though you were only 16, they said things like "This baby is going to ruin your life" "You ruined your life" "You ruined your future" and all sorts of things you didn't want to hear. Sure, it wasn't the ideal situation, but what could you do? You couldn't run away from your responsibilities, not you, much less Kaminari, your boyfriend and the child's father.

Surprisingly, your friends supported you bot. Mina and Uraraka couldn't keep their hands off your belly, and you almost always caught Momo making cute baby clothes with her quirk. Of course, it wasn't easy, but with a little support from your friends and teachers, it became possible. The baby's things were kept in your dorm, and the teachers moved Denki's so that he could help you with the baby at night.

When the little one was born, you were amazed, how could they say that this innocent little thing had ruined your life? She was the cutest and most precious thing in your lives. Yes, parenthood wasn't easy at all, but it certainly wasn't impossible with so much help around you. Even though you were a mother now, you needed to continue your studies, just like Denki did too. After all, you still wanted to fulfill your dreams of being professional heroes.

You and Denki were trying to study for next week's exams, while your friends were babysitting little Mika, who was now about to turn 4 months old. Uraraka distracted the little girl, using her quirk to make her toys float around her, making her giggle. Momo, Mina and the other girls watched her with sparkles in their eyes, admiring how much the little girl looked like Denki. Some of the boys were in the living room as well, watching the scene with warm smiles. Even Bakugo had a small smile on his face as he listened to Mika's laughter. Even though inside he was praying that she wouldn't start crying out of nowhere.

"Mika, Mika! Look at me, sweetie!"

Mina cooed at the little girl, who responded with a toothless smile. You and Denki continued to try to study at the dinner table, your faces buried in books of all subjects.