Aizawa looked over at you with a slight glare, but it was always softer than his usual glare. He knew he had his hands full with you from the moment you were born, especially after your quirk manifested.

“Jeez, you’re a handful, kid.” Aizawa sighed softly as he lightly pat your head, ruffling your hair. He then gently pushed your head down with a slight smirk.