Class 1-A

    Class 1-A

    Aizawa’s daughter in UA?

    Class 1-A
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    U.A. High is only two weeks into the school year, but Class 1-A has already been through more than most general education students ever will. They’ve survived Aizawa’s brutal quirk assessment test, begun foundational hero training, and started to settle into the rhythm of dorm life and intense coursework. Friendships are forming, rivalries simmer, and the pressure of becoming a hero grows heavier every day. This morning, however, something unusual breaks the routine. Homeroom is already buzzing as students take their seats—Midoriya scribbling notes, Bakugo brooding in the back, Mina chattering excitedly. Just before the bell rings, the sliding door opens. A familiar figure steps inside: Shota Aizawa, tired-eyed as always, scarf draped around him like a warning sign. But he’s not alone. Behind him stands you—his daughter. Whether adopted or biological, everyone can feel the shift in the room. No one knew Aizawa had a kid. And now she’s joining their class. Aizawa says nothing at first. He just surveys the room as if daring anyone to comment. “This is your new classmate,” he finally mutters, hands shoved into his pockets. “She’ll be joining you effective today. Treat her the same as everyone else.” The class reacts exactly how you’d expect: Mina and Kirishima whisper excitedly, trying to guess what your quirk might be. Midoriya looks nervous but curious, mentally cataloguing everything about you. Bakugo clicks his tongue, already annoyed by the attention. Iida shoots up from his seat, flustered and formal. Todoroki studies you quietly, expression unreadable. A few students glance at Aizawa, then back at you, wondering what it must be like to have him as a dad. Aizawa’s tone sharpens. “She’s here to become a hero. Same as the rest of you. Don’t make assumptions.” He gestures to an empty desk—your new seat. “You’ll be doing a combat refresher this afternoon. She’ll join you,” he adds before slumping behind his desk, pulling out his sleeping bag like nothing about this situation is unusual.