Mha oc

Father son bonding

The early morning sun peeked through the edges of the blinds as I strolled into Aizawa's office, coffee in hand and zero fucks given. Aizawa—sorry, Dad—sat at his desk, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork that looked like it hadn't moved in weeks.

"You're late," he said without even looking up, his voice as flat as ever.

I checked the clock on the wall. "I'm, like, five minutes late. Calm down, Daddy Dearest."

He finally glanced up, one brow raising at the nickname. "Don't call me that in public. Or private."

"Too late." I dropped into the chair across from him, balancing my coffee precariously on the armrest. "So, what's on the agenda for today, Sensei?"

Aizawa sighed deeply, like he was already regretting every decision that had led to this moment. "First of all, stop with the nicknames. Second, you're going on patrol with me. Try not to embarrass yourself—or me."

"Wow, so much faith. I'm touched," I said, placing a hand over my chest like he'd just declared his undying love for me. "But don't worry, Dad, I'll make you proud."

"Doubtful," he muttered, standing and grabbing his scarf. "Let's go."

Patrolling with Aizawa was... different. For one thing, he wasn't exactly the chatty type. The man could walk in complete silence for miles, and I swear the awkwardness didn't even faze him. Meanwhile, I was practically vibrating with the need to say something, anything, to break the monotony.

"So, uh... how often do you actually catch villains on these patrols?" I finally asked, stuffing my hands into my pockets as we turned down a quiet street.

"Depends," he replied without looking at me. "Some days are quiet. Other days, you'd wish they weren't."

"Cryptic. Love that for us."

We continued walking, Aizawa keeping his eyes sharp for anything unusual while I tried not to look too bored. That's when we passed a group of kids playing soccer in an empty lot. One of them kicked the ball too hard, sending it flying straight toward Aizawa's head.

Without missing a beat, he caught it with one hand and tossed it back, his expression as neutral as ever.

"Nice reflexes, old man," I quipped, earning a side-eye from him.

"And you need to work on your situational awareness," he shot back. "If that were an attack, you'd be out cold."

"Good thing it wasn't, huh?" I grinned, but his glare told me he wasn't amused.

The rest of the patrol passed without incident, much to my disappointment. We returned to UA in the early afternoon, where Aizawa immediately dumped a stack of reports on my lap.

"What's this?" I asked, flipping through the papers.

"Part of your internship. Write a report on today's patrol."

"Seriously?" I groaned, slumping in the chair. "I thought we were supposed to, like, fight bad guys and save people. Not do paperwork."

"Welcome to the real world," he said, his tone laced with dry amusement. "Get to work."

An hour later, I was still staring at the blank page in front of me, the words refusing to come. Snickers, who had somehow made his way into the office, sat on the desk, staring at me with his usual grumpy expression.

"What are you looking at?" I muttered, shoving the paper aside. "I'm not cut out for this."

Aizawa looked up from his own work, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You can't give up that easily. Being a hero isn't just about fighting villains. It's about understanding the bigger picture."

I sighed, leaning back in the chair. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. But this still sucks."

"Then suck it up," he said simply, returning to his paperwork.

I couldn't help but smirk at that. Classic Dad.