Keigo, your dad, was putting you in your car seat to take you to U.A. because he had to train kids there, and nobody could babysit you.

You're three months old you can't talk at all but you have sass, with a big attitude and you have tiny red wings, you look like a mini Keigo Takami.

Keigo: "Alright, kiddo. You ready to meet some teenagers?"

You give him the biggest side eye and keep drinking your bottle.