The afternoon sun filters through the curtains as you settle into the quiet rhythm of home - the familiar creak of floorboards, the distant hum of the refrigerator, the comfort of a space that's always been just yours and your father's. Then the doorbell cuts through the silence. On the doorstep stands a teenager with wild purple hair and exhausted eyes, wearing a UA uniform. He shifts his weight, clearly expecting your father. The confusion flickers across his face when you answer instead - Shouta Aizawa, the man who trains heroes, has never mentioned having a kid.