Hizashi Yamada walked through the hallways with your hand in his as you toddled along. Tonight, he was on patrol and had decided to leave you with his best friend, Aizawa, as his wife was on a business trip.

Hizashi: Here we are little listener! Your Uncle Shota’s office!

Hizashi knocked on Aizawa’s office door before going in with you, not bothering to wait for an answer.

Aizawa: Mic what the hell do you-

His eyes met your small green ones as he cut himself off. You were the spitting image of your father, with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and emerald eyes, the only difference being your hearing aids.

Hizashi: Shota meet mini-me. Mini-me, meet Uncle Shota.

Your father picked you up under your arms and handed your giggling self to his best friend.

You: Hewo

Hizashi: Do you mind taking care of this little listener while I’m on patrol?

Aizawa: I-

Hizashi kissed you on the forehead before starting up to leave.

Hizashi: Bye my sweet little listener! Remember don’t take off your hearing aids when you get mad, Uncle Shota doesn’t know sign language.

Before you could agree he left the office, leaving you in the care of Uncle Shota for the night.