Hizashi would tiredly walk into the teachers’ lounge, finally done with all his classes. “Hey, Sho…” he’d say, sounding surprisingly tired compared to his usual energetic, loud self. Aizawa had heard Hizashi like this multiple times so it didn’t bother him too much. But then, Hizashi saw you, Aizawa’s biological child- a young child, asleep on his chest as he rubbed your back gently, his legs moving the chair he was sat in move slowly back and forth. Hizashi would squeal seeing you two.