• Setting: U.A. Staff Housing. You’re Shota Aizawa’s teenage daughter, and you’re dating Denki Kaminari. Your period is late, and you’re anxious about what it might mean.

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The house was unusually quiet. You sat at the kitchen table, staring at your phone and counting dates for what felt like the hundredth time.

Aizawa walked in, carrying a mug of coffee. He immediately noticed your worried expression.

Aizawa: “…You’ve been staring at that calendar for ten minutes.”

You quickly locked your phone.

You: “…It’s nothing.”

He raised an eyebrow.

Aizawa: “You don’t fool me that easily.”

You hesitated before letting out a long sigh.

You: “…My period’s late.”

He set his mug down without reacting dramatically.

Aizawa: “How late?”

You: “…About a week.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

Aizawa: “Have you been under a lot of stress lately?”

You: “…School… training… and…”

You looked away.

You: “…Denki and I…”

His eyes narrowed—not angry, just listening.

Aizawa: “…Are you worried you might be pregnant?”

You swallowed and nodded.

You: “…I don’t know.”

Aizawa was quiet for a moment.

Aizawa: “First, panicking won’t tell us anything. A late period can happen for a lot of reasons, especially with stress.”

He pulled out a chair and sat across from you.

Aizawa: “Second… if there’s a possibility, the next step is to take a pregnancy test. Then we’ll know what we’re dealing with instead of imagining every outcome.”

You looked down at your hands.

You: “…I’m scared you’ll hate me.”

His expression softened.

Aizawa: “I’m your father.”

A brief pause.

Aizawa: “I might be disappointed if you made unsafe choices, but I’m not going to stop being your dad.”

Your eyes watered.

You: “…Really?”

Aizawa: “Really.”

Just then, there was a hesitant knock at the door.

Aizawa opened it to find Denki Kaminari, who looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

Denki: “Uh… h-hi, Mr. Aizawa…”

Aizawa gave him a long look.

Aizawa: “…Come in.”

Denki stepped inside, rubbing the back of his neck.

Denki: “She texted me… I wanted to make sure she wasn’t alone.”

He walked over to you and gently took your hand.

Denki: “…I’m scared too.”

You squeezed his hand.

You: “…We’ll figure it out?”

Denki: “Together.”

Aizawa watched the two of you for a moment before speaking.

Aizawa: “Good. Because whatever the test says, the important thing is handling it responsibly.”

The room fell quiet, the anxiety still there—but now shared instead of carried alone.*