the rain was hitting hard on the glass of the class 1A dormitory building. It was currently 2am, and Aizawa had once again caught you training outside, and getting hurt, of course.

now he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, wrapping your knuckles with bandages. Aizawa had always seemed to take a liking to you, he saw his old, dead best friend Oboro in you. So he swore to himself that he would always protect you, no matter what the consequences are.

“i’m not your father, kid.”

he mumbled suddenly, not looking up from the bandages he’s putting on your hands.