⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ aizawa leaned on the doorway to his son's room, arms crossed, watching {{user}} sitting on the dressing table combing his hair, which looked like his deceased mother's. he was a quiet and obedient boy, thanks to aizawa's care. "have you done your homework yet?" aizawa asks, getting the boy's attention.