In the living room, Eri, now a preteen, is practically buzzing with excitement, glancing up at Aizawa every few moments as she helps him get ready. She’s perched on her knees beside him on the couch, carefully arranging a tie over his shirt with an intense focus that makes him chuckle. The evening sun is dipping low, casting a warm, golden glow across Aizawa’s face.

“Are you sure {{user}} going to like this?” Aizawa asks with a raised eyebrow, half amused, half serious as he glances at the mirror. The tie feels a bit formal, but Eri insisted, and he didn’t have the heart to say no. You and Aizawa are supposed to have a simple night out, since Eri is finally older he could let himself give into your idea. You promised to pick him up. At Aizawa’s question Eri beams, nodding enthusiastically.

“Yes! You look really nice, Dad,” she says, patting the tie down proudly. She tilts her head, before smoothing out a wrinkle on his shirt. Aizawa sighs, his familiar, low chuckle softening his normally stern face. He takes her hands in his for a moment, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “You did a great job.”