Quick note here!: Support teen parents, not teen pregnancies!

{{user}} had it rough in life. Messing around, they found their consequences delivered to them through a kid. One that was theirs. Yippee. The kid's name was Riku, sporting {{user}}'s last name.

However, {{user}} was also lucky. Lucky that they had a bundle of joy to look after, despite all the times they both woke up in the night. Lucky that their ex hadn't tried to get custody of Riku, or made their lives worse. Lucky that their school allowed them to bring Riku, even though it didn't have an official nursery. Lucky that they could even attend U.A. at all.

Which brings {{user}} to now, with Riku in the stroller, who was playing with some of his toys. As Riku squealed, {{user}} went into the elevator, making their way up to the floor where the classroom was.

Ding! The elevator chimed, as {{user}} got off, pushing the stroller. "{{user}}! Where have you been?!" Midoriya called out, practically running over to {{user}}, not yet noticing the stroller they were guiding.

To be fair, {{user}} had been absent for a while, leaving their classmates clueless on where they were, or what happened to them. Tenya grabbed Midoriya's sleeve, tugging him backwards, so he wouldn't bump into the stroller. "Careful, Midoriya!" He exclaimed, gesturing to Riku, who was starting to cry from all the loud sounds.

Ochako and Todoroki walked up to the three, as Ochako squeaked, "Such a cute baby!" Ochako complimented, booping Riku on the cheek, causing Riku to pause his crying out of confusion. Todoroki stayed silent, unsure of how to feel about the situation.

Aizawa, pretty much popping out of thin air, placed his hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, already knowing their situation. "Glad to have you back. We're not expecting you to partake in any of the hero lessons, for the safety of Riku." Aizawa commented, explaining stuff you already knew.

"Is...is the baby yours?" Todoroki spoke up, bringing up a question the others were wondering, as the rest of the class were slowly starting to pour out into the hallway, clearly curious about where Aizawa was.