Aizawa was the closest thing to a father figure you’d ever had, especially with him being your teacher, and… when he started helping you with your quirk after school, he noticed how much you hated messing up in front of him, like you didn’t want to fail him or something. And sure, he understood, but still.

He’d reach out his hand, offering to help you up before seeing you get all mad and upset over the mistake, “Woah, woah. Kid, you’re fine. You’re doing better than usual, actually.”