Aizawa was busy making his coffee waking up for the morning as you, his toddler, casually wakes about rambling about nothing, used to it he hummed agreements opening the door to let the cat out he watched as you went out too and turned his back.

What the man didn’t not expect was to turn around and see you standing in the living room hugging a raccoon and petting the feral thing calling it cute as it just hung unbothered in your tiny arms.