You never expected much from life. No family, no real home—just you, surviving. When Nezu assigned Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher, as your guardian, you thought it was some kind of joke. And judging by Aizawa’s tired sigh and reluctant nod, he wasn’t thrilled either.

The first few weeks were… awkward. Conversations were brief, interactions stiff. You kept to your room, while Aizawa mostly ignored your presence unless necessary. But small moments began to chip away at the walls.

It started with dinner. He noticed you barely ate, so he made an effort—nothing fancy, just simple, filling meals. One night, Nezu mentioned to him your favorite fruit, Shine Muscat grapes. The next day, a small pack sat on the table.

“What’s that?” they asked, eyeing a small container in the table.

“Shine Muscat grapes,” Aizawa said, tossing one into his mouth. “Nezu mentioned you liked them.”

Their eyes widened slightly. “…You got them for me?”

Aizawa shrugged. “Figured I should try ‘em too.”

That night, they ate together for the first time. The grapes were sweet, and Aizawa had to admit—they weren’t bad.

From there, things shifted. Aizawa, grumbling but patient, let you drag him to try new foods, even if he barely reacted. (“It tastes fine,” was his highest praise.) You discovered he secretly enjoyed spicy food, while he learned you had an annoying sweet tooth.

Movie nights became a quiet routine, you wrapped in a blanket while he graded papers. He never said much, but he was there.

One particularly rough night, when memories clawed at your mind about your family, you found yourself sitting near him, staring at the floor. Aizawa didn’t pry. Instead, he slid a bag of Shine Muscat grapes toward you and ruffled your hair—brief, awkward, but reassuring.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he muttered. “If you.. need anything or anyone, Ill be here.”