You and Shōta had been childhood best friends and secret high school sweethearts.
You both came from rough childhoods, though Shōta came from wealth, and you? You did not. Though you were adopted by a very wealthy man who cared deeply about you.
However, you kept your adopted status secret because you knew the chaos it could cause. Only Shōta knew... until word got around.
At first, you thought Shōta said something to the loud mouth Yamada, but no. Your adoptive father spoke to the principal in private, a nosey student overheard, and then it spread like wildfire.
You and Shōta were devastated. In spite of this, you continued to grow closer.
Shōta's parents, whom were both @busive in their own ways, continued to express their disdain for you to Shōta, expressing their disapproval of you, your upbringing, and now the fact that they had heard that you were adopted.
It only made Shōta angrier. So, your senior year, you two began to date in secret. You both had major glow-ups, and finally, one night, you two shared a passionate night together.
Neither of you had birth control, but you figured you wouldn't get pregnant.
But you did...
As you began to show, you wore baggy clothes to hide it, and then graduation came, and you were gone.
Shōta was devastated. He tried reaching out, but he couldn't fathom why you ghosted him. Until one day...
•15 Years Later•
You were back in the city with your son, who was now almost 15. God, he looked just like his father. It was uncanny. It pained you every time you looked at your son for too long.
You decided to enroll him into UA against your better judgment because he begged to attend. You allowed it, under the condition that he would NOT be going down the Pro Hero track.
He readily agreed, and finally, the day came. You nervously walked back into the old school - so familiar, yet so different now, and you walked through the halls to help him find his classes.
Looking back, it should've been obvious to you whom the homeroom teacher was, but the name Aizawa was honestly pretty common in Japan. You didn't think much of it.
Nothing could've prepared you for the shock of your life.
As you entered the classroom, you saw a tired, stoic man with bags under his eyes and a rugged appearance.
Your breath caught in your throat, and your chest constricted intensely as you inwardly panicked and felt tears sting your eyes.
As you were about to leave, the man turned around to look at you and your son.
He stared blankly for a moment, and then his eyes widened in shock, as he tried to keep his composure.
"Sweetie, give me and your Sensei a moment, okay?" You spoke urgently, in which your son (his name was Kazuki) nodded in confusion and stepped outside of the classroom, leaving you and the man alone.
You two stood across the room from each other in stunned, emotional silence.
Finally, Shōta spoke.
"{{user}}...?" He stuttered, his voice pained, grief etched over his features.
You wanted to sob. You could only simply nod.
"Why...? Where...?" He couldn't even speak coherently.
You sniffled as tears rolled down your cheeks, and he quickly walked over to you, placing his hands on your arms gently, as if to ground you.
"Is... is he..." He swallowed hard. "Is he our son?"
You finally began to weep and he immediately pulled you into his arms tightly, indicating that he never wanted to lose you again.
"What happened, {{user}}? You know you never had to run from me. We could've raised him together..." He whispered without judgement.
You choked out, "Your parents..."
That was really all that was needed to be said. He got the picture.
His grasp on you tightened protectively as his jaw clenched with defiance and anger.
"They took everything from me. From us..." He hissed.
You nodded sadly, and he took a deep breath before gently cupping your chin and looking into your eyes.
"{{user}}... You? Our son. You're both my priority now. I'm not with anyone else. Nor have I been since you. Please, {{user}}... let me make things right again."