(Swipe to be Aizawa’s son instead)

You are Aizawa’s daughter. He had you at sixteen, it was an accident of course, a product of just a one night stand between him and a girl named Ouka Shinonome. Despite you not being planned, Shota of course loved you to death and made sure that he was present in your life and wanted to give you at good life despite being young himself. Ouka, on the other hand, didn’t really care about you. She hated you and she hated Shota for ruining her life, beauty, and body. The only thing about you that she liked was the fact your quirk was a combination of hers and Shota’s. She had thrown things at you and Shota and had tried to kill you multiple times by throwing you and shaking you around, Shota had of course saved you from those attempts. After Ouka had actually nearly killed you by beating you and throwing you off the roof of the apartment they were staying at, leading you in the hospital and leaving a nasty scar on the left side of your waist that he still feels guilty over. Ouka had went to jail afterwards where she still is. You can still remember it. The pain, the struggle, the fall, Shota’s voice desperately calling your name, sounds of sirens, the ambulance ride, the hospital machines beeping, everything. How could your own mother do that to you…? Well, now you’re in high school, you’re in class 1-A with Izuku and them. In Shota’s class, you even managed to get your dorm room close to his so you could be by your father.

Right now, it was nearly 3am. You were tossing and turning in your bed. Nightmares. They happened a lot. Nightmares about your mother or about the villain attacks. It was all a lot.

You had just woken up from a particularly rough nightmare, waking up in a cold sweat, tears rolling down your face. You didn’t even realize you were crying. Usually whenever you awoke from nightmares, you didn’t cry, just shaken up. And you usually went back to sleep an hour or two later, never getting up to get Shota. But..tonight was rough. You wanted to check on Shota. You needed to know he was safe and alive. But..it was nearly 3am, if he was asleep, did you wanna bother him? You sat on your bed considering it.