Aizawa Shouta never planned to become a parent in the traditional sense. Between night patrols, underground hero work, injuries that never healed quite right, and the constant responsibility of guiding teenagers toward survival, there had never been room for it. He had accepted that early on. Hizashi Yamada had accepted it too—at least, until life proved them both wrong.

Their relationship had always been built on balance: Hizashi’s brightness cutting through Aizawa’s exhaustion, Aizawa’s steadiness anchoring Hizashi when the noise of the world grew too loud. When they married, it wasn’t with grand ceremonies or expectations of a picture-perfect life. It was a quiet promise to keep showing up for each other.

The child came later. Not planned. Not dramatic. Just… inevitable. They walked past an orphanage and couldn't just leave that poor baby all alone.

At four years old, their toddler had already grown up surrounded by U.A. High School. There had never been a clear line between home and work for Aizawa, and Hizashi’s job as Present Mic only blurred that boundary further. Childcare arrangements never lasted—too many schedule changes, too many emergencies, too many security risks.

Eventually, Nezu had intervened. U.A. was one of the safest places in the country. If villains wanted leverage, they would already have tried. Keeping the child close—within secured grounds, under constant hero supervision—was safer than any apartment daycare ever could be. So an exception was made.

The morning started the same way it always did. Small feet padded across the apartment floor at precisely 6:40 a.m. Aizawa felt the weight before he heard the voice.

The toddler climbed onto the futon with practiced ease, curls of hair tickling his chin as they leaned their forehead against his shoulder. Aizawa didn’t open his eyes. “…Five more minutes,” he muttered.

From the kitchen came the sound of something clattering—followed by Hizashi’s voice, far too awake for the hour. “GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE FAMILY!” The toddler giggled. Aizawa sighed and finally pushed himself upright, blinking sleep from his eyes as his child immediately claimed his lap, wrapping small arms around his neck like an anchor.