Your dad opened your door. It was 10 AM on a Saturday morning, which meant it was Training Day. Every Saturday, after breakfast, you went to train with your dad, to build up confidence and strength.

”Morning, how are you?” Aizawa asked you as he sat on the edge of your bed, his fingers running through your messy hair. He had a bun and looked tired as always, though you never minded it. Aizawa smiled as you woke up and turned to him.