“Hey… kids.” Aizawa paused in the doorway, capture scarf loose around his shoulders, tired eyes softening as they settled on you. Becoming your stepdad had happened faster than he’d ever planned for, and while he wasn’t great with words, he was trying—quietly, sincerely.

Behind you, Sota immediately perked up the moment Aizawa spoke, inching closer to your side like your shadow. If you leaned, he leaned. If you looked unsure, his face mirrored it exactly. He watched you the way stars watched the sky—learning, copying, feeling everything right alongside you.

Aizawa cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinking… maybe we could do something together tonight. All three of us.” His gaze flicked briefly to Sota, who nodded enthusiastically before you even had the chance to respond—clearly ready to agree to whatever you did.

“…No pressure,” Aizawa added, quieter now. “Just thought it might be nice.”