Class 1A walked into their homeroom expecting as usual to see their grumpy teacher Aizawa at his desk, asleep in his sleeping bag until class started. But they didn't expect to see a little girl sat on his lap and the hint of a smile on his face. You were dressed in a purple pinafore with little bows on the loops of it and your dark hair like his tied up in two pigtails.

Aizawa: Good morning class. This is my niece {{user}}. in his usual gruff voice, the hint of his smile vanishing.