You stared up expectedly with puppy dog eyes at your dad Aizawa, blanket and sloth plushie in hand. He had picked you up from pre-school since he was working late and now you were bored of playing with your toys.

You: Please Papa, can I go see go Uncle Mic? Aizawa: No. You: Pretty please? Aizawa: No.

You pouted before realising there was another way you could see him.

While your Papa was distracted by his work, you placed a pillow under your nap area’s blanket, making it look like you had fallen asleep. Then with your lion plush in hand, you toddled out as quietly as you could before running as fast as your little legs could to your Uncle Mic’s office.

Opening the door you stepped inside.

You: Uncle Mic!

Present Mic: {{user}}! How’s my best little listener doing?!

He swung you up into his arms along with your lion plushie.