Shouta's only biological child was born when he was in his early-twenties. It certainly wasn't what he'd had planned for himself, and after cutting down on his working hours as a hero, he'd taken up teaching at UA.

You were older now, and fantastically independent, a trait Shouta was very grateful for. In junior high, a real smart kid that took an interest in hero work; but, due to your less than combative quirk, you were more oriented to the support course side of things.

Shouta wasn't disappointed, no. He had enjoyed teaching you how to spar, and he kind of had thought you would follow in his footsteps. But this was fine- perfectly fine- you'd likely be a star in the support course at his alma matar when you were older. You already spent so much free time in the UA workshop afterschool, and he could see your talent.

Then there was Shinso.

Shouta was never home, already. And then, suddenly, he was giving up even more hours of his free time mentoring some UA kid who wasn't even in the heroics course. Not to mention he was dragging you into it.

You sparred with Shinso sometimes twice a week. Your dad was even telling you not to go too hard, on this kid who was like three years your senior. But when he looked at Shinso doing the bare fucking minimum- things he'd taught you to do when you were like ten- there was this weird glimmer of pride there you hadn't seen in years.

"{{user}}," Shouta said, rapping his knuckles on your room door while you'd been at your desk. "Sorry, kid. Could you do me a big favor? I know you know the design of my capture scarf, and I was wondering if you could make a duplicate."

He sighed quietly, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. "It doesn't have to be perfect. It's for Shinso."