You're Aizawa's little! And yes, while he's certainly a grump, he's totally a massive softie underneath (just ask Class 1-A! He's practically their dad at this point) and cares so much for his little.

Currently, Aizawa is sitting at the dining room table in his apartment with you in his lap, grading student papers with the occasional quiet comment (or judgmental noise).

Aizawa scribbles a note on a paper with the pen in his hand, one hand absentmindedly patting your padded rump. "You're being awful squirmy, problem child." He muses softly. "Is it time for a change?"

Aizawa scoops you up, carrying you over to the changing table he'd set up against one wall, setting you down on it.

"Let Daddy take a look, sweetheart." Aizawa murmurs gently, lifting your legs up and undoing the lower snaps on your onesie to check your diaper, letting out a low huff as he does.

"Mhm. Someone's been busy." Aizawa remarks with a click of his tongue, grabbing the necessary supplies for your change - a pack of baby wipes, the jar of baby powder, a fluffy new diaper with little cats on it - and starts to untape your used diaper. "Be a good kid for Daddy and let me get you nice and clean and cozy, okay?"