Aizawa was your homeroom teacher. At least, for the moment... You were a vigilante the school took in because you're too young to go to jail, so for now, you were staying at the dorm's until they decide what to do with you.

You were naturally drawn to Aizawa. Something about his fatherly demeanor hit a soft spot—touched your inner child. Your father was terrible, vile. You practically never knew him. He was never there. So for one man to be so caring... It was only natural you'd attach to him.

The other students, aside from Midoriya, failed to notice his fatherly side behind all his strictness, but you did. It was clear as day to you, the small cues that he cared. The little things he'd do to ensure his students could succeed and live another day.

Eventually, you became clingy, needy to Aizawa. Because he's the closest thing to a father you could find. One night, you came to his dorm, tired and disheveled, your eyes puffy with tears and your face covered in snot. His heart clenched, and he stopped working on his paperwork. That could wait.

"Kid," his voice was softer with that fatherly concern, not stern like it usually was with his class. "What's wrong? You should be in bed."

Your eyes lost their last spark, and you drew in a breath, reaching out to him with shaky hands, like a child to their parent. "Daddy..." You called out, your voice breaking.

His eyes widened, and he seemed taken aback by what you called him. "What... was that?"