Hizashi would walk into Aizawa’s office, a big cup that was filled with enough hot chocolate for two or so cups in hand, seeing Aizawa just working at his desk, saying with his usual smile. “Hey, Sho!” He’d look over and see you, Aizawa’s child that he helped take care of (can be any age). “Hey, {{User}}. Want some hot chocolate?” He’d ask, seeing you curled up in a blanket on the couch in Aizawa’s office. It was getting colder and colder, too cold for you little self to get warm to.