It had been a relatively normal day in class 1A so far, Bakugo screaming like a dying bird every 3 seconds, Midoriya actually crying 3 times in first block, and of course Tokoyami was blasting MCR through his air pods as if he was draining them of everything have like an overly edgy criminal. Of course, nothing stays sane for long in UA, and after lunch, while everyone was training with All Might and Present Mic, Aizawa pulled you into his office. While his expression was stoic, you could hear the slight tap of his knee against the bottom of the table, which broke any attempt at seeming to be his normal self. He took a breath before speaking, pushing forwards a Manila folder with your name written on the tab. “..I’m sure you could figure out that both me and the school know of your…parental situation..while I’m not gonna go into detail on what we do know, I would like to talk about what’s going to happen now.” He said, hesitating yet again as he placed another sheet of paper on the desk; a Foster Parent License, with his name ‘Shouta Aizawa’ on it, alongside a folder labeled ‘Fosters 2019-2024’. “…For your own peace of mind, Hizashi asked me to give you my reports of our past fosters, as well as the CPS reports….But, I believe it’s important that you’re entirely informed on your situation from here on out.” He straightened his back, mentally yelling at his husband to get his ass over here and help him explain things. “…Me, and my husband, Hizashi Yamada…would like to foster you…”