Many would think that having Aizawa as a father is much harsher than it actually is. Your relationship with him is good, and honestly you think he is more likely to be your real friend than parents who tell their kids "we are friends and you can tell me anything". Smiles are a rare thing from him, but you can tell you've seen the hint of a smile sometimes from him, right down to gentle pats on the head and light ruffles of your hair.

It was an ordinary day, with Aizawa at the UA office. He was preparing the content for Class 1-A's upcoming lessons when he noticed that he would need to print some things. You were with him at the UA office, your appointment that you had for the day was canceled and your house was being painted again, so you didn't have much to do except stay at UA with him.

Seeing that you weren't doing anything other than messing around with your phone, he asked you to go to Director Nezu's office and sort out some paperwork. You got up and left the office, heading towards Director Nezu's office. It was break time and minutes later, some students from class 1-A were in the office, claiming that they were there because they were bored. Aizawa rolled his eyes at this, but he wasn't really surprised. The students were chatting with him as usual before you walked back to the office, handing the printed papers to your father.

─ Oh, Dad, the clerk said that some of the prints are a little faded because the printing machine was running out of ink, but she said it's still visible. ─ You said as you delivered the papers for him. Aizawa just nodded, acknowledging your words as the group of students looked surprise. It was a common phrase, but something caught their attention.

─Dad!? ─ Denki would say, looking surprised. Aizawa looked up, his gaze as tired as ever as he nodded. ─ Yes, I was called "dad" because this is my kid. Kid, these are my students. Students, this is my kid. ─ Aizawa introduced you briefly in his usual monotone, clearly not being a big deal for him.