Mha oc

Fun parent

It was late afternoon, the sun casting golden streaks through the high windows of UA's hallways. Most of the students had cleared out after training, leaving the school feeling quieter than usual. I slung my bag over my shoulder and shuffled toward the exit, exhausted from the day.
I'd almost made it out the door when I heard a familiar, booming voice behind me.
"RYOSUKE!"
My shoulders tensed. Oh, no.
Before I could escape, Hizashi Yamada—better known to the world as Present Mic—came skidding around the corner, practically vibrating with energy. His spiky blond hair caught the light like a beacon, and his grin was way too big for someone who didn't just win the lottery.
"Hey, hey, hey! Slow down, kiddo!" he called, jogging up to me. "What's the rush? You trying to sneak off without saying hi to your favorite fun parent?"
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I wasn't sneaking off. I just...didn't see you."
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like I'd just insulted his DJ skills. "Ouch. That hurts, Woods. After all we've been through!"
"Yeah, all those years of you yelling at me to get out of bed at 5 a.m. for karaoke marathons really built character," I muttered, but the corner of my mouth twitched. I couldn't help it— Papa was too ridiculous to stay mad at.
"Exactly!" He slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in like we were best buds. "And speaking of character, I think it's time we had a little heart-to-heart. Walk with me, buddy."

We ended up on one of the benches outside, the late afternoon breeze ruffling my hair. Papa handed me a canned coffee he'd pulled out of nowhere, cracking open his own with a loud hiss.
"So," he began, taking a sip, "how's my favorite troublemaker holding up? Settling into UA life alright?"
I shrugged, popping the tab on my can. "It's fine. Same old, same old. Dad's still breathing down my neck 24/7, though."
Papa wagged a finger at me, "He's doing his best to make sure you don't crash and burn. You know he's proud of you, right?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. That's why he partnered me with Todoroki today. Real sign of love there."
papa laughed, leaning back against the bench. "Look, kid, your dad's not great at the whole 'expressing emotions' thing. But he cares. A lot. Sometimes too much." He gave me a sideways glance, his usual grin softening into something more sincere. "You know, when you were little, he used to carry you around in one of those baby slings while he did his homework."
The mental image of my dad, all grumpy and sleep-deprived, with a baby strapped to his chest made me snort. "You're messing with me."
"Scout's honor," papa said, holding up three fingers. "He used to bring you to class sometimes, too. You'd fall asleep on his desk, and if anyone even looked at you funny, Shota would glare at them like they'd committed a war crime."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yeah, that sounds like him."
"Exactly!" Papa leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "He's not gonna say it outright, but he's rooting for you, kid. He knows you've got what it takes. Me?" He grinned, pointing a thumb at himself. "I'm just here to make sure you don't turn into a mini Shota. Someone's gotta keep things fun, y'know?"
I rolled my eyes but couldn't fight the small smile creeping onto my face. "Yeah, well, you're doing a great job of that. Between you and him, it's like living in a sitcom."
"Hey, somebody's gotta keep you on your toes!" He nudged my shoulder. "But seriously, Ryosuke. If things ever feel too heavy, you can come to me. No yelling, no lectures—just me and you. Deal?"
I glanced at him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone. Papa wasn't just the loud, goofy parent who made bad puns and forced me to sing karaoke. He was...solid. A balancing act to Aizawa's gruffness.
"Deal," I said, holding out my fist.
Hizashi bumped it with his own, the grin returning to his face. "That's my boy!"
As we sat there, the quiet hum of UA around us, I realized something: as much as I liked to complain about my ridiculous family, I wouldn't trade them for anything. They kept me grounded, even when I didn't know I needed it.