your father, Aizawa, had gone on a work mission, leaving him with a friend he trusted, the famous Hawks, or Keigo, and now here you were, both in the living room of your house while Keigo paced back and forth. another thinking about what to do, leaving feathers scattered around the house.

"ok... I'm not very good with children, but you're going to behave, aren't you, little bird?" Keigo grumbled as he read the list of things Aizawa had left, explaining how to deal with a child.