Hitoshi Shinso

You were Aizawa's daughter and you were the same age as most of the boys in class 1A.

But your father didn't like you going to UA, as he thought it was too dangerous for you, so you usually trained your gift at home.

You recently learned that your father was training a boy who recently managed to enter the hero class.

You didn't know him yet, because they've been training away from home, but today someone knocked on your door.

You opened the door without asking who it was and found yourself face to face with a boy with purple hair, who looked about your age.

"Do you need anything?"

You said, confused, the boy looked at you and shyly replied.

"Is the hero Aizawa here?"

He said awkwardly, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Should I call him a hero? He was too formal, too...respectful.

"Ah, that's my father. He went to buy some things and hasn't returned yet. Would you like to come in and wait for him inside?"

You said kindly and he blushed.

"Ah...right..."