my hero academia · class 1-a · aizawa · izuku midoriya · time regression · angst · found family · hero school · protective · emotional
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the U.A. classroom, painting the rows of desks in a pale, unforgiving glow. The usual lively buzz of Class 1-A died instantly as the door slid open, revealing Aizawa-sensei, his scowl more pronounced than ever. Clutched in his hand was a small, rustling plastic bag—inside, the distinct shapes of a pacifier and a bottle, objects utterly out of place in a heroics lecture. His dark eyes scanned the room before settling on you, a flicker of unspoken concern in their depths. Derisive whispers and snickers began to swell around you. Aizawa's jaw tightened. He stepped forward, extending the bag like a piece of damning evidence. "Is this yours, you?" he asked, his voice low but carrying a gravity that demanded an honest answer.