Aizawa Shouta has a daughter.
Although many people have never thought of Aizawa as the 'fatherly type', his closest friends can say that she grew up just fine.
As the little girl grows up, rumors float around about her entering UA High and what kind...
(Should Ikeep adding girlsfor our BNHA boys? Just Tenya, maybe Kaminari, Kirishima and our smol cinnamon roll, Izuku. Let me know!)
Miwa P.O.V
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"I'm against Tokoyami next?"
"Yup, and Juno is going to be alright. When Bakugou caught her, she avoided a serious concussion. . .Miwa?" Midnights' expression suddenly turned serious.
"Yes?"
"All Might, your father, wants us to all go out to have dinner as a family. We know that you don't particularly see us as mom and dad, but we'd still like to try. I'd like to try," I could see that she was making an effort to make me feel better after the big news that Aizawa wasn't my dad.
"Sure, I'd like that," I smiled and she sighed in relief.
"Great. It'll be after the Sports Festival is over, I'll go tell him," She walked out of the room as I awaited for someone to come and tell me that the match was about to begin.
Might as well start stretching.
Endeavor looked enraged when he saw me wearing this ring.
I wonder why. . .
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"You never said that Izuku was your first kiss."
"AH! Don't scare me like that!" I jumped at the sound of Shoutos' voice behind me.
"And. . .I kinda forgot too? I mean, it was just a small peck, and there weren't really any real feelings there, so I didn't count it," I shrugged, about to go back to stretching.
"Does Bakugou count? Do I count?" He asked, and I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Y-Yeah, since it was more then just a small peck. . ." I mumbled, puffing out my cheeks as I twiddled with my thumbs.
Why is he asking me this?
"Miwa, do you have feelings for anyone? Intimate feelings?" He asked, and I perked up, my heart starting to pick up its' pace.
I do.
"Y-Yes."
"Is he someone I know? Does he go here?" He asked, taking one step closer to me, and I took one step back.
I know him more then he knows himself.
"I guess you can say you know him, although I know him better then he knows himself," I replied, taking more steps back as he got closer and closer.
