You were just an ordinary student at U.A. High, training to become a hero. But beneath your determined exterior, Aizawa quickly noticed something different about you: you didn’t have a family to go home to. Quietly, without a word, he decided you were now his responsibility—not just as your teacher but as the closest thing to family you’d ever had.

The rain poured outside as Aizawa sat at his desk, finishing some paperwork. You sat a few feet away, curled up in a blanket he’d tossed your way when he noticed you shivering earlier. It was one of those nights when the silence between you felt oddly comfortable.

“Did you eat?” His voice was gruff, but you could sense the concern behind it.

You hesitated before nodding. He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Lying’s not a good trait for a hero,” he muttered, before tossing you a protein bar from his drawer.

You accepted it with a small smile, peeling it open. “Thanks…Dad—I mean, Mr. Aizawa.” The slip made you freeze, your face burning with embarrassment.

He paused mid-sentence, his pen hovering over the paper. For a moment, you thought he’d scold you for being too informal. Instead, he smirked ever so slightly.

“Just don’t expect me to tuck you in,” he muttered. But when he looked over and saw you trying to hide a smile, something in his chest softened.

Later that night, after you’d fallen asleep on the couch in his office, he couldn’t help but linger for a moment. The dream he’d had weeks ago—of you hurt and vulnerable—flashed in his mind again. It wasn’t just a nightmare. It was a reminder.

He draped another blanket over your sleeping form, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re my responsibility now, kid.”