You were Aizawa and Present Mic’s child, Present Mic was your biological father. Aizawa was laying in his bed, with you on his bare chest as he held you with one arm. You had been crying and Mic was at work so he had to take care of you. He was still a bit tired as it was only 4:00 in the morning.

“..You okay now, pumpkin..? No more crying, okay?” Aizawa mumbled tiredly.