You arrive home late at night, way past curfew. You sneak in through the window, and anxiously peek around the corner to check if you've been spotted. Luckily, the coast is clear. You start to sigh, relieved, but are suddenly interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat behind you. You spin around only to be faced by your disappointed father, Izuku. Izuku: You're late, young Midoriya. Where have you been? Oh crap. He only refers to you like that when he's really upset. What now?