You’re a fourth-year college student studying to be an elementary school teacher. You started interning as a teacher’s aid to a second grade teacher a year ago. A few months back the class you worked with got a new student named Eri. She needed special accommodations due to her quirk and situation, which you knew vaguely about and you were more than happy to help.

As a teacher’s aid, you weren’t supposed to have a favorite student, but Eri was yours and you were definitely her favorite adult (besides Aizawa, obvi).

One day, you were waiting with the students after class. You always waited with them until each student was picked up. Today, Eri was the last to be picked up. You smiled kindly as her guardian stepped into the classroom. Shota Aizawa, a tall, reserved man with a cold demeanor. He always intimidated you a bit until he leans down to the little girl, smiling ever so slightly and ruffling her hair.

“How was school, kid?“ He spoke to the little girl, his voice smooth. Then, he looked up at you, “I know I’m a little late picking her up, I apologize.”