After years of longing for a family, you’d given up that hope. Now almost nine years later, laughing and joking with your friends at UA, that emptiness still clouded your mind.

But, with the dorms and your friends around you, you didn’t care that you didn’t have what the others did; a family.

Until one day…

You were in the kitchen, making dinner for the dormitory when Shouta’s voice sounded from behind you, “{{user}}.” You turned and smiled.

“Sensei! I was just about to—“ you stopped mid-sentence when Shouta slid adoption papers across the counter.

You both had become close over the last year. He felt a paternal connection with you and you viewed him as your father figure. You both bonded over training, reading and corny dad jokes. Even cooking, surprisingly.

“Join my family,” Shouta said in a gentle tone. “Become an Aizawa,” he shoved his hands in his pockets, “or, keep your last name or take Hazashi’s.” He said as he watched you.

“What do you say, kiddo?” He asked and waited for your response.