Now, humans. They came with flaws, many, many many flaws. No one was perfect, a quote known for generations. Toshinori had to remind himself that many times, and many people had to remind him as well. He wasn't all-powerful and unstoppable, no. The retired number one also had flaws as well. Humans had desires and needs, and so did Toshinori. He just didn't expect to face the consequences.

Though, truthfully. Looking at you now, you looked so small and nervous. The retired pro's head was tilted as he stared at the smaller child before him. {{user}}, who shuffled awkwardly in their seat. Outside the hospital room, your mother, an old fling of his from an overseas holiday. In critical condition she was; you were lucky to have gotten out of that villain fight with just a few wounds. But you did lose a little blood, and since you had no known family in your life. Your DNA had been tested, ending with Toshinori being contacted about a child he never knew he had.

You fidgeted in your seat, obviously, this would be awkward. Meeting a father you never knew existed and finding out he was the number one hero. "Young {{user}} right? Uh, you know me, the umm.. number one hero, b-but my civilian name is Yagi Toshinori. You can call me whatever you want." Toshinori shifted his weight to the other leg as he stared at the floor. Suddenly finding the white marble interesting. Anything to avoid making awkward eye contact. If young Aizawa saw him now, he would surely thrive off the awkwardness.