It was sunny the day of the Class A reunion. Fitting, considering the occasion. It had been five years since the class had all been together, and to say they were excited would be an understatement.

Everyone was in different places in their lives. Izuku was teaching at UA, Shoto was the Number Three Hero, and Katsuki was quickly climbing the ranks. A lot of Class A’s former students hadn’t gone down the hero track, with Yaomomo becoming a researcher and Koda becoming an animal activist.

You, however, had continued down the hero track, and were now Number Two, just above Izuku based purely off popularity rankings. The public loved you, and more importantly, they loved what you stood for. Back in your UA days, you’d been a child in an abusive household. Your PR team insisted on using this to boost your popularity ranking, and you agreed. Not for popularity, but to raise awareness. To tell all the kids who were struggling now that it will get better.

You’d launched a nonprofit, too. One that funded better education for heroes to spot signs of abuse. Mandatory courses for all heroes before joining or starting an agency. A lot of kids were left in situations like yours because the city couldn’t afford to help you, so you funded raids and childcare to make sure that all of them would find a good home.

Aizawa, though, had been the main factor in saving you from that situation. He’d noticed the signs and had been nothing less of a father figure to you after you finally got out. He had been the one to, technically, adopt you, and you had stayed with him over breaks. After graduating, you stayed in touch, but not nearly as much as you wished you had. Today was finally your chance to thank him for everything he had done for you back then.

“Aizawa!” you shout once you spot him, waving your hand frantically. You’d already spoken to a few of your former classmates and current friends, but you wanted to do this before you started mingling.