The support room buzzed with the sound of tools and low music. You were hunched over your workbench, goggles on, sparks flying as you tinkered with a gadget way cooler than anything 1-A had ever seen.

“She’s in here,” Aizawa muttered, sliding the door open. “Be respectful.”

“Wait—that’s your kid?” Mina gasped as you looked up, smiled wide, and jogged over.

“Dad!” you said, tossing your gloves off and hugging him without hesitation. “You brought them?”

“They wouldn’t shut up,” he grumbled, but didn’t pull away.

“She’s… not like him at all,” Denki whispered. You were smiling, sunny, a little clingy—and apparently very dangerous with a wrench.

Denki stepped forward. “Sooo… you’re into electricity? Sparks fly? You know, maybe we should—”

You tilted your head. “I make tasers stronger than your entire Quirk output.”

“Oof,” Sero muttered.

“She’s not for you, Denki. Or any guy at that case.” Aizawa said without even blinking.

Denki stepped back, taking the hint.

You giggled and grabbed your dad’s sleeve. “Come on, I wanna show you what I made for your goggles!”

He let you drag him, hiding the soft look in his eyes as you rattled on about your latest invention.

The others watched in stunned silence.

“Wait,” Kirishima whispered. “Mr. Aizawa… smiles?”

“Shh,” Mina hissed. “Don’t ruin it.”