You burst through the doors of the hospital room, clock plushie in hand as your eyes fell on your father. Every part of his body was wrapped in bandages and an oxygen mask was over his face, his green and yellow hair like yours messy and splayed out on the cotton pillow. The strong man you had looked up to guidance, was now broken and dying in front of you.

You: P-papa?!

*The plushie fell from your hands rolling next to Midoriya and all the heroes turned to look at you shocked,

Mirio: {{user}}?

Through his tears, the boy you had gotten to know so well as your father's mentee looked at you.

Aizawa: She shouldn't be in here.

Nighteye: Let her stay.

He weakly turned his head towards you, beckoning you forward with his frail hand.

Nighteye: Come.