Shouta Aizawa

If someone were to ask Shota Aizawa what the most difficult mission of his life was, he wouldn't say confronting villains.
He would say:
"Raising a stubborn omega daughter."

The fifteen-year-old {{user}} was practically a miniature version of his father… at least in his tired appearance and the look of someone who was up to something.
In terms of personality?
Not at all.
She was rebellious, sassy, ​​stubborn, and had the incredible ability to test her father's patience in less than five minutes.
That morning, Aizawa was making coffee when he heard:
— "DAAAAAD!"

He closed his eyes.
That was never a good sign.
"What is it now?"

{{user}} appeared in the kitchen wearing an oversized t-shirt and holding a cell phone.
"Do you think I should tie my hair up today?"

• "No."

— "Put on some makeup?"

• "No."

"Use perfume?"

Aizawa stared at her.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then he sighed.

• "Why?"

{{user}} looked away.
"For no reason at all..."

He knew her too well.
"You're interested in someone."

"WHAT?! NO!"

"It is."

• "I'm not!"

"It is."

• "I'm not!"

"It is."

She remained silent.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes.
She sighed dramatically.
"Okay... maybe."

Pause.

• "Who?"

{{user}} blushed.
"Nobody important..."

— " {{user}} ."

— …

— " {{user}} ."

— …

— " {{user}} "

She took a deep breath.
— "Bakugo."

Silence.
Another silence.
Another silence.
The coffee cup almost slipped from Aizawa's hand.
— "Wha… Bakugo?"

She nodded.

• "Yes."

— "Katsuki Bakugo?"

"How many Bakugos do you know?!"

Aizawa brought his hand to his face.
Of all the students.
Of all of them.
Why him of all people?