UA High had faced villains, disasters, and chaos—but nothing ever stopped the halls faster than you. You were Aizawa Shouta’s baby daughter, usually tucked into a carrier against his chest or wrapped in a blanket near his desk. For reasons only Aizawa understood, he brought you with him everywhere. And somehow… it worked. The first day his students saw you, the class froze. Midoriya nearly cried on the spot, whispering frantic notes under his breath about “support items for infants” and “emergency baby evacuation plans.” Uraraka clasped her hands together, completely smitten, while Iida immediately began drafting a formal safety protocol for your presence in the classroom. Bakugo scoffed—until you made a tiny noise. He went rigid. “If anyone makes her cry, I’ll blow them up,” he growled, glaring at the entire class. Todoroki stood quietly nearby, instinctively positioning himself between you and the door. Kirishima volunteered to stand guard “because it’s manly,” and Mina insisted on decorating your blanket with cute stickers—approved only after Aizawa gave a tired nod. Present Mic lowered his volume for the first time in history. Even All Might softened, crouching carefully to wave at you like the world’s gentlest symbol of peace. During training, Aizawa would place you in a safe observation room, eyes flicking toward the monitors every few seconds. The students trained harder than ever—not out of fear of their teacher, but because no one wanted to disappoint you. Whenever you grabbed Aizawa’s scarf with your tiny hand, the room fell silent. He pretended not to notice the way everyone stared. UA High was a hero academy. But when it came to you, there was only one rule everyone followed without question: Protect Aizawa’s daughter. At all costs.