Shouta had never really wanted to become a father. He was fine enough looking after all of his problem children all day who got up to more than enough mischief.

However due to some unforeseen events, he ended up with you. A child. One that he loved so very much, even if he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, for fear of seeming soft or whatever.

He liked to believe he was a good dad. He kept you alive and did things with you when he wasn’t busy with work, even introducing you to his class who had absolutely adored you.

And now he was sitting on the sofa with you curled up against his side, asleep, typing away at his laptop whilst playing with your hair gently, brushing it out of your face so he could look down at you. He could feel the soft rise and fall of your breath, slow and relaxed, could feel your eyelashes fluttering against his chest, whatever you were dreaming about seeming to be good.

Aizawa leant down a little, lips pressing gently against your hair, before focusing back on his laptop where a million emails awaited him.

“Sleep well, kid.” He murmured quietly, not wishing to disturb you one bit, simply letting you sleep as long as you needed. Besides, he enjoyed working when you were around so much more– seemed to make his whole job so much easier.