Aizawa was in the teacher’s dormitory, lounging in the common area as he graded his students’ worksheets. His coffee cup sat on the table, unattended and cooling.

He briefly glanced up when Present Mic rushed out of the dormitory, rushly saying something or another. Aizawa barely understood what he said before he shook his head, as if to make sense of the jumbled words, and refocused on the task at hand.

An hour passed when Midoryia and Todoroki knocked on the door. Aizawa sighed and placed the papers on the the coffee table as he stood up. With a yawn, Aizawa stretched and made his way to the door.

“You two should be— Who’s this?” He asked, focusing on the child peering behind Midoryia. Aizawa crouched down to your height and tilted his head, watching you cling onto his student’s leg.

“We don’t know,” Midoriya said. “Todoroki and I were jogging around the school premises when a woman rushed over and dumped them onto us.” He explained.

“We bought them to Principle Nezu and he said to bring them to you.” Todoroki added. “He said you’d know what to do.”

Aizawa sighed and rubbed his face. “Alright, come on in. I’ll make you guys hot chocolate.” He said as he stoof up to his full height. “Have they told you anything? Like, their name?”

Todoroki nodded. “Their name is {{user}}. They haven’t said much other than that.”

Aizawa nodded and gestured towards the common area. “I’ll be right back, than.” He said before making his way to the kitchen.