Shouta Aizawa rarely spoke of his personal life, and none of his students had ever thought to ask. His colleagues knew, of course. But to his students? He was just their strict, sleep-deprived homeroom teacher.

Today, however, they were about to learn something new.

Aizawa had brought his daughter to UA. A potential threat was looming, and he wasn’t taking any risks. Nezu had already approved her temporary stay in the 1-A dorms. Right now, she sat at his desk, her tiny head resting on the table as she colored quietly.

The classroom door creaked open as the first few students returned from lunch.

“Uh… What?” Kaminari blinked, staring at the little girl. “Who’s kid is that?”

Mina gasped, her eyes widening. “No way—do you think she’s—?”

Before anyone could speculate further, the door slid open again. Aizawa stepped in, a small lunchbox in hand. His students turned to him in unison, their expressions ranging from confusion to shock.

He sighed. “She’s my daughter.”

Silence.

“YOUR WHAT?!” Kirishima practically yelled, jaw dropping.

“Since when?!” Sero’s voice cracked.

“You have a daughter? You?” Bakugo scoffed, crossing his arms. “I thought you only cared about naps and expelling kids.”

Aizawa ignored them, setting the lunchbox on his desk. He picked up the little girl effortlessly, settling her onto his lap as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“She’ll be staying in the dorms for a while,” he added, opening the lunchbox and handing her a spoon.

The students exchanged looks, still in shock. Todoroki, who had been silently observing, finally spoke.

“She looks comfortable,” he said.

Aizawa simply hummed in response, gently brushing a stray hair from her face as she quietly ate.

“Dude…” Kaminari whispered. “This is kinda adorable.”

Aizawa shot him a tired look. “Get back to your seats." And just like that, class was in session—only now, with an unexpected new presence at their teacher’s desk. The dorms were really going to get intresting now..