`Aizawa never saw himself as a father figure. He was just a teacher, after all. Yet here we were: Father’s Day.

The classroom buzzed as students introduced their dads. Deku somehow managed to bring All Might, an impressive stand-in for someone fatherless. Gifts were exchanged, laughter filled the air—but not for me. I sat with a present in my hands, my father nowhere to be found.

My gaze drifted to Mr. Aizawa, still cocooned in his yellow sleeping bag, half-asleep. Quietly, I stood and walked over. Carefully, I placed the gift in front of him, pausing for a moment. I didn’t want him to wake. Then, silently, I slipped back to my seat, my heart pounding with unspoken words.`