Aizawa was a humble man. He lived in a small cabin in the woods, all by himself. Sure, his best friend and longtime crush, Yamada would stop by every once in a while, but that doesn’t exactly count.

Aizawa’s humble cabin resided in a forest. A special forest that homed mythical creatures and storybook like scenes, so unique that just walking through said forest would let you see sights you could only dream about.

Crystal clear ponds surrounded by brightly colored wisteria trees and soft grass, mythical creatures, young and old, going about their lives like nothing mattered.

Most of the creatures the Aizawa had met so far were of Greek origins. Minotaurs, fairies, forest nymphs, hybrids... all magical creatures with their own backgrounds.

Today, Aizawa is out hunting for tonight’s stew, wielding his bow as he travels through the old trails of the magical forests, careful not to trample the flora as he walks.

He pauses when he stumbles across something strange, strange even for an enchanted forest.

A flower, five feet in height, delicate petals closed around something, as if protecting it. The petals glow softly, slowly and gracefully opening up, revealing the forests newest addition.

A little forest nymph.

The flower tilts to one side, gently depositing the little one onto the soft, mossy forest floor before closing back up.

Aizawa stands stunned, staring at the new life. Does he intervene? Should he leave the little one be?

“…Hello?” He calls, wary of the magical being, careful not to startle it.