Unborn child [Slow Updates]

Chapter 4

She still had a smile plastered on her face, but the class was too shocked to speak.

Aizawa Sensei has a daughter!

What!?

Well, she could be a relative with the same last name...?

Wait!? Who's the mother?

Most of Megumi's new classmates were confused. It was clear by their facial expressions that they didn't expect any of this. Megumi didn't seem to mind as she was smiling brightly. She felt a feeling of nervousness bubbling inside her, but she ignored it. She was more excited then anything else.

They didn't say anything, so she decided to repeat herself. "I'm Aizawa Megumi, it is nice to finally meet my father's class and I look forward to being apart of Class 1A." her smile only grew.

The class was in a trance as she spoke. Everyone had one question: How can she be related to Aizawa Sensei!? 

Her personality seemed the exact opposite of Aizawa's. It was hard to believe that she was Aizawa's daughter. It was already something to grip on at the fact that he had a daughter! She was completely different to him. They looked exactly the same, but — personality wise — they were so different. Most of the classmates were dumbfounded that they didn't know their Sensei had a daughter.

Her facial expression completely changed at the silence and she stared at the class blankly. At that point she looked like a perfect female version of Aizawa. "What kind of reaction is that? It isn't rational at all. It took you sixty seconds to process already. It isn't the reflexes of a hero at all," she spoke out dryly.

Most of the the class smiled awkwardly and  excluding the few that are still dumbfounded. Albeit, there were a few like Todoroki Shoto who weren't effected. Bakugou was glaring at her, "Huh!?"

Megumi stared blankly at the wall. The action of someone who didn't care one bit.

"Kacchan, please calm down," begged Midoriya Izuku. He had a wobbled smile. His tone panicked and hesitant, almost shrinking as if he had no right to speak. That was Megumi's analysis.

Confidence issues.

She looked around observing each one of them. She was quite relaxed and unfazed with the sudden chatter in class. "I wonder if we can be friends," bluntly stated Tsuyu who had a frog-like appearance. Her index finger was put onto her chin.

Blunt. States whatever is on her mind.

An extremely short teen kept mumbling inappropriate things; that would probably get him killed by her father. His hair was literally purple spheres, which she presumed was part of his quirk.

I don't even want to go there.

As she observed them all she got a small idea of all their personalities. She had gotten this habit from her father. Her onyx eyes found itself on a blond haired teen. He was hot-headed and loud, no doubt. He had quite the foul-mouth — spitting out curses — from what she saw via sports festival.

If she were like the others she would've thought he was bipolar. She knew what it meant to have such a disorder all too well to be calling others that. Thus, she couldn't say such a thing.

Loud, overconfidence or perhaps, a need to show he is the strongest. A hot-head.

She couldn't judge them just yet, but she could state facts...

I wonder why father decided to keep all of them? I bet Ms. Joke had a laugh... that wasn't intended.

Those thoughts were like a trigger. Her narrowed eyes widened as a broad smile appeared. Her mood changed drastically. This had proven her personality would change at any given moment, which was one reason Aizawa was hesitant to let her stay in this class. His bored expression didn't do justice to his wariness. Left and right, there were potential threats in their own way, especially the boys.

Aizawa was contemplating if he should just home-school her. She wouldn't be all too happy about that though.

"Anyway, where should I sit!" she exclaimed happily, clasping her hands together.

➵

Through lessons the new girl would ask questions and sometimes stare blankly at the teachers as they taught. It was weird for all the students or they would just brush it off. Maybe, just maybe, it was a mental illness. Izuku wasn't quite sure it was and he didn't know if the others had come to the same conclusion. Albeit, he wouldn't speak his thoughts out even if someone brought it up. He was too scared. These kind of things are sensitive topics to others. He'd rather not say things his not sure about either. That would be a bad habit.

Overall, Megumi Aizawa was enjoying classes in her own way. She met this nice girl with brown hair and rosy cheeks. Her whole presence made her smile.

At times she would end up exchanging brief words with a guy. She found his different coloured hair a nice match with each other. Although it reminded her energetic self of peppermints.

Shota was partly glad that didn't happen — no he was thankful it didn't happen.

She was a very troubling person. Nonetheless, Shota was capable of taking care of his daughter. It was just that he had to watch her carefully.  

The bell rang signalling lunch time for everyone. Everyone made their way out except for a group who gathered up in front of Megumi's seat. She scanned the group blankly.

"Would you like to sit with us, Aizawa-san?" Uraraka Ochako asked and leaned forward, anticipating her answer. Oh, Rosy-cheeks.

She never got their names.

She didn't answer the question. "You should call me by my first name. It would decrease the confusion," she said. "Oh, you're right." Uraraka smiled rubbing the the back of her head.

The blunt one Megumi saw earlier decided to speak. "I'm Tsuyu. You can call me Tsu. Let's be friends."

Her bluntness still suprises me. The girls stared at Tsuyu with nervous smiles. "That's Tsu for you," Mina mumbled. Yaoyorozu and Jirou nodded in agreement.

"I can't think of a reason to say no," replied Aizawa Megumi — just as blunt as she is nonchalant. Uraraka noticed the completely different personality she had from the one she talked to. It was confusing, but she had a feeling she should just go along with it. "Okay then. Let's go have lunch together!" Mina exclaimed excitedly along with Hagakure — the invisible quirk user.

"Sure. I'll catch up with you. Please go ahead."

They hesitantly left after she explained she had to organise a few things before going to lunch. It wasn't a lie. She had to sort out a few thoughts and she'd rather write down the needed things for class before doing anything else.

Once she was done, her classmates were long gone, she left the room.

The day was going very smoothly and Megumi was grateful it didn't happen. She was completely in contro-

Megumi lost her balance, but regained control. Another person had bumped into her. "Huh?" he turned around revealing piercing, blood-red eyes. He was clearly angry.

His red eyes met with her onyx eyes. She stared with creased eyebrows. Almost, worried?

Aizawa Sensei's daughter or whatever.

Meanwhile, Shota Aizawa walked down the hallway back to his class. Megumi must've finished those documents he needed. He neared his class having to turn a corner.

Suddenly, he heard a bang and yelling. "What the-" he heard cursing.

He peered down the hallway seeing...

Aizawa blinked before sighing. He face-palmed, dragging his hand slowly down. Not again.

He saw Megumi pinning his troublesome student to the wall — Bakugou Katsuki.