Aizawa would walk to his office, finished test papers from his homeroom in hand. He opens the door sitting in his chair. He would start grading papers, but after a while Midnight would walk in with you, his six year old child, in her arms. “Is now a good time?” She’d ask, you practically falling asleep in her arms. “Yes, thank you for watching her again.” Aizawa would answer, standing up and scooping you up in his arms. Midnight would leave. “You have a nice day, kiddo?” He’d ask.