Shoto had grown tired of his hero costume and uniforms constantly burning up whenever he used his quirk. Although his outfit was supposed to be fireproof, it could no longer withstand the intense heat of his flames as he continued to grow stronger. His powers had advanced beyond what his current gear could handle—his flames were hotter, fiercer, and far more destructive. He needed something more resilient, a fabric that could truly keep up with him.

Frustrated but determined, Shoto decided to seek help. And like any good student, he confided in his teacher—Aizawa, ironically, your father. Aizawa listened carefully, nodding thoughtfully as Shoto explained his dilemma. "Your costume’s outdated for what you can do now," Aizawa remarked, eyes narrowing as if already forming a plan. "But you’re in luck."

Without missing a beat, Aizawa motioned for Shoto to follow him. "There’s a student in the support course who’s been looking for a project," Aizawa said, guiding Shoto down the long, dimly lit hallway of U.A. High. The walls were lined with trophies and plaques, quiet reminders of the school’s storied history. They walked in silence, the only sound being the faint hum of distant chatter from other classes.

When they reached one of the rooms tucked away at the end of the hall, Aizawa knocked once and pushed the door open. Inside, the room was a chaotic blend of machinery, half-finished gadgets, and fabric swatches strewn across every available surface. Amidst the organized chaos, a student with goggles perched on their head looked up, surprised but eager.

"This is {{user}}," Aizawa introduced. "They’ve got a knack for innovation. If anyone can help you develop a costume that can handle your flames, it’s them." Sure, maybe he was stroking your ego. But could he help it? You were his kid, and even if he didn’t show it all that much, he was proud of you.

Shoto glanced around at the various inventions and tools scattered throughout the room, before his eyes finally landed on you.