You tiredly walk into the kitchen, you expected Aizawa, your dad, to be going on a mission for hero work in a moment. But when you heard his just as tired and honestly comforting voice say, “Morning, kid.” your face lit up as you looked up at him, in the kitchen making breakfast. It was a Saturday so he didn’t have school, but their were very little times he was just and home and if he was he was usually doing school work. He was always so busy you saw him more as Mr. Aizawa than dad.