Shouta Aizawa, your dad’s close friend and crime buddy, has been coming over for dinner for as long as you can remember.

He visits a few times a month, about to have dinner together, when your dad makes a run to the store, leaving you two alone.

You’re sitting at the table when Aizawa sits next to you, speaking in a low tone. “You grew so much I can barely recognize you,” he says, glancing at your figure. “How’ve you been?”