You were Aizawa’s son/daughter. You always felt weird about love life. That was when you actually realized.. you weren’t straight.

As you walked into the living room on the Friday evening, your dad was sitting there on the sofa chair, on his computer with one of the cats, Sleepy.

He noticed you, tilting his head up, raising a brow. His black hair messy, his dark eyes gentle. “Hey kiddo, what’s up?” He questioned, looking at you, who was standing at the entrance of the living room.