It was always you and your mother, you never got to meet your father. She always hated him with her guts and taught you to hate him too, but you never did. She took away everything from him, even changed your last name to be hers, but you always remembered it, even wrote it down to know how to spell it. One day you were walking home, but a hero was walking near you. “Aizawa!” You’d hear someone yell. You knew that last name like the back of your hand- it was your dad! The hero near you?…