NOW THIS WASN'T what you had been expecting.

In front of you loomed the towering edifice of UA High School, a sight you weren't supposed to encounter for at least another nine years. The grand building stretched high into the sky, its presence both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

"Close your mouth or you'll catch flies," Aizawa commented dryly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He gestured for you to follow him, his usual indifferent demeanor softening just a touch.

"But Chichi, isn't this the top hero school?" You ran to catch up with him, eyes wide with excitement and disbelief.

Aizawa glanced down at you, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Didn't you say you wanted to become a hero? To do that, you need to practice your quirk in a safe environment. This is the perfect place."

The warmth in his voice contrasted sharply with his usual stoic attitude, and it filled you with a sense of both wonder and determination.

Clutching his arm, you gave him a quick, affectionate squeeze before walking into the training grounds together. The vast space inside, known as Gym Gamma, immediately caught your attention. The large steel blocks that lined the room shimmered under the artificial light, reflecting the endless possibilities of what you could do in this controlled environment.

"Alright, [Name]," Aizawa's calm, reassuring voice broke through your awe. "You can let go of the restraints holding back your quirk. Don't worry, I'm right here."

Taking a deep breath, you focused inward, feeling the familiar flow of power that you usually kept tightly under control. Little by little, water began to seep out from beneath your feet, swirling around you. Your hands moved with practiced grace, bending the water to your will, guiding it into a towering spiral that began to lift you higher and higher.

A sense of amazement filled you. This... this was your power. You had learned to control it, to shape it, and now, it was lifting you effortlessly into the air.

As the tower of water rose, you twirled your hands again, creating steps from the liquid mass, floating in front of you like an aerial staircase. With a deep breath, you leapt from the whirlpool and landed lightly on the first step, a triumphant smile tugging at your lips.

Aizawa watched closely, his gaze sharp but reassuring as he monitored your movements. "Good, keep your focus steady," he advised, his voice calm yet encouraging. You felt the weight of his trust in you, which only fueled your determination.

As you stood balanced on the water-formed step, the cool droplets swirling beneath your feet, the sensation was both exhilarating and a little nerve-wracking. It was the first time you'd extended your quirk like this without any restraints, and the power coursing through you felt wild and free. Yet, it was still under your control—barely.

You extended your arms again, using deliberate, graceful movements to create another water step in front of you, ascending slowly into the air. Each step felt more natural, and you were starting to feel the rhythm of your quirk, bending the water like it was an extension of your own body.

"You're doing great," Aizawa called out, his tone unwavering. "Remember, the water is part of you. Guide it, don't force it."

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. With a flick of your wrist, you created a small whirlpool that spiraled up beside you. The sheer fluidity of it amazed you. You couldn't help but smile, feeling the power pulse through you in waves.

But then, a slight tremor rippled through the water beneath your feet. You faltered, your balance wavering. The staircase of water quivered dangerously. Panic flared up, and for a moment, you feared losing control.

You forced yourself to inhale deeply, drawing in air as if it were the anchor you desperately needed. Slowly, the water beneath you began to steady, the trembling surface calming as you refocused your mind. For a brief moment, it seemed like you had control again. A small spark of hope ignited in your chest.

But it was fleeting.

The water beneath your feet gurgled, betraying the false sense of confidence you'd clung to. Before you could fully react, it collapsed, succumbing to gravity as it splashed downward.

"Ah, no—!" You cursed mentally, your limbs flailing as you plummeted.

True to his word, Aizawa was there. He shot his scarf with precsion to capture you, and within seconds, you were scooped up into his arms. But as soon as he caught you, the cascading water came crashing down, drenching both of you in a cold wave.

You sputtered, wiping your face, as Aizawa stood there, completely soaked but unfazed. His usually composed appearance was now decidedly less so, hair dripping and clothes clinging to his frame. Yet, somehow, he managed to look as calm as ever.

"You're getting there," Aizawa said with a small chuckle, shaking the water from his hair. "Maybe next time, we'll work on staying dry."

Your giggles echoed through the gym, but they abruptly stopped when the sound of slow clapping filled the air. You turned toward the door to see none other than Endeavor, standing tall and intimidating, his ever-present smirk plastered across his face. Beside him, a mesmerized Todoroki stared, his eyes wide with awe, a faint sparkle of fascination dancing in his gaze.

"And he just had to come and ruin the moment," Aizawa grumbled under his breath, letting you down from his hold.

You couldn't help but agree. Endeavor's imposing presence always seemed to carry an air of tension. But you ignored the feeling and rushed toward Todoroki, still dripping from the earlier mishap, not bothering to dry off before approaching him.

"Shoto!" you called, the excitement in your voice cutting through the awkwardness. The water still clung to you, but that didn't stop your enthusiasm.

Todoroki blinked at you, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. He seemed stunned by your approach, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

"You—your quirk... it's incredible," Todoroki muttered, his voice soft but filled with genuine admiration. His words were shy, but the curiosity brimming in his mismatched eyes was unmistakable.

"Yours is better," you blurted out with a smile, before freezing. You weren't supposed to know that, not yet. He hadn't told you anything about his quirk before.

Todoroki tilted his head, his expression confused. "But... you don't know mine though."

"I mean—whatever it is, it's definitely better than mine!" you nodded quickly, trying to cover your slip-up. You could feel Aizawa's quiet stare behind you, but you kept your focus on Todoroki.

Endeavor, who had been silently watching, suddenly rested his hand on his chin, observing you with a sharp, analytical gaze. "Her quirk is impressive for a six-year-old," he said thoughtfully. "It's like she has an innate understanding of how to control it."

Aizawa stepped forward, his posture calm but protective. "Well, she is my daughter."

The tension was palpable for a moment, and silence graced the room as Endeavor continued to scrutinize you. Then, without warning, he boomed, "I have a proposal!"

You jumped, startled by his sudden announcement, and exchanged a quick look with Todoroki. "Uh oh," you whispered, leaning toward him. "Whenever he opens his mouth, it's always a bad idea."

Todoroki stifled a giggle, but his amusement quickly faded as Endeavor's next words came out.

"Let my son marry your daughter, Aizawa."

The world seemed to stop for a moment. You could feel Aizawa's tension, a low, disbelieving hum behind you as he processed what Endeavor had just said.

"Wait... what?" You were the first to speak, staring wide-eyed between Todoroki and Endeavor. "I—what?"

Todoroki's face flushed a deep shade of red as he looked between you and his father, utterly dumbfounded.

Aizawa sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Endeavor, she's six. This is ridiculous."

Endeavor's fiery eyes remained serious. "It's about securing powerful alliances for the future. Think about it, Aizawa."

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, stepping back toward Aizawa's side. "Yeah, this might be a little too soon for me..."

Aizawa crossed his arms, his expression sharp. "Endeavor, no. We're done here."

Endeavor's fiery eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to argue, but Aizawa's firm tone left no room for debate. Beside him, Todoroki stood awkwardly, his face still bright red, avoiding eye contact with you and clearly unsure how to react.

You smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "It's okay, Shoto. Your old man is just blabbering nonsense." You reached out and gave his hand a brief squeeze before Aizawa's grip on your collar yanked you backward.

"We're leaving," Aizawa muttered, dragging you toward the exit.

"See ya later!" you called out, waving hurriedly as Aizawa practically hauled you out of Gym Gamma.

Todoroki stood there, watching you leave. For a moment, something strange flickered inside him, a warmth he hadn't quite experienced before. And, despite the absurdity of his father's words, he found himself not entirely hating the idea.

//

"We've got new neighbors?" you asked, staring out of your window in awe. A moving truck was parked in front of the house next door, and you could make out a few figures bustling about. One of them, undoubtedly a foreigner, had long, golden blonde hair and eyes so strikingly blue that they seemed to rival your own.

"She's so pretty," you mumbled under your breath, watching her with fascination. Beside her stood someone who was clearly Japanese, with light brown hair and pale grey eyes—most likely her husband.

"[Name], stop peeking or they're gonna have to move again," Aizawa called from the couch, eyes half-lidded as he clicked the TV on.

You barely heard him as the unmistakable theme song of Love Island started blaring through the speakers, immediately stealing your attention away from the new arrivals. With a squeal, you dashed over to the sofa and snatched the remote from Aizawa's hand.

"The newest episode is finally out!" you cried excitedly, bouncing on the cushions as Aizawa groaned, plugging his ears to block out your fangirling.

"Why do I let you watch this nonsense?" he muttered under his breath.

"Because it's the best show ever!" you declared, eyes glued to the screen.

"Sure, if 'best' means brain rot," he mumbled, though his lips twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smile as he let you have your moment.

You were completely engrossed in the show, despite Aizawa's continual complaints about it being mind-numbing. The doorbell rang, providing Aizawa with the perfect excuse to escape the "brain rot" of your favorite series. As he opened the door, he was met by an unfamiliar face holding a pie.

"Hello, we're your new neighbors," the woman greeted with a light French accent, handing him the pie. "I'm Monoma Elise. My family just moved here from France."

Her introduction made your ears perk up. While still shoveling gummy bears into your mouth, you dashed to the door.

"H-Hello, my name is [Name]," you mumbled, bits of candy falling from your mouth. Elise's laughter filled the air, making you feel a bit embarrassed.

"You know," Elise said, bending down to your level with a warm smile, "I have a child about your age."

The name sparked a distant memory, but it didn't fully register until Elise called out. Emerging from behind her was a boy who closely resembled her, with his father's pale gray eyes and a confident stance.

"This is my son, Neito," she introduced proudly.

The sight of Monoma Neito made the gummy bears you were munching on, tumble from your mouth. Aizawa facepalmed in exasperation, clearly as flustered as you were taken aback.

Monoma recoiled slightly at the sight of you, his initial surprise quickly masked by a haughty expression. Elise gave him a gentle nudge, reminding him to be polite.

"We're going to be busy unpacking, so we thought Neito could hang out with you for a bit," Elise said, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

Aizawa gave an awkward smile and closed the door behind them. "We'll be glad to," he said, clearly trying to be accommodating.

Monoma wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sight of the scattered candy. "Ugh, don't you get sick from all that junk food?" he said, his tone dripping with disdain.

You rolled your eyes, recognizing that some things never changed. "And you're still as annoying as ever," you mumbled to yourself, though a part of you couldn't help but feel a little excited to have a familiar face around.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Your Highness. Should I serve you some lobster bisque?" you asked with exaggerated innocence laced with sarcasm.

"That would be perfect," Monoma replied, his eyes sparkling with mock enthusiasm.

"All we've got is some crab sticks in the fridge," you said, heading toward the sofa. "Make yourself at home."

Monoma stumbled momentarily before following you. "Soooo, what's your quirk?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

You dragged out your response, already knowing the answer. "Now why would I tell you? I want to become a hero, and my secrets are classified."

Monoma smirked, "You sound more like a villain."

"And this villain loves tickles," you said with a mischievous grin before tackling him into a fit of giggles. The two of you laughed uncontrollably as he tried to fend you off playfully.

Eventually, you both settled, still chuckling. "Doesn't look like I'll need to ask you for your quirk," Monoma said, his eyes narrowing in mock suspicion.

He raised his palm, attempting various tactics—mind control, touching things in hopes they'd transform, and even trying to mimic your movements. "Why isn't anything working? My quirk should be able to copy anything!" he grumbled in frustration.

You snorted, stuffing more chips into your mouth. "Lol, looks like my quirk just doesn't like you."

Monoma huffed, crossing his arms. "That's not fair. I'll figure it out eventually."

"Good luck with that," you said, smirking. "In the meantime, let's just enjoy the rest of the day."

The afternoon was filled with lighthearted banter and a surprisingly enjoyable time. When Elise came to pick Monoma up, she couldn't help but notice the genuine smile on her son's face.

"Looks like you had a fun day," she remarked with a laugh.

Monoma's cheeks turned a slight shade of red as he tried to maintain his cool demeanor. "Huh, pfft, no I didn't."

As they walked back home, Elise glanced at her son, her smile widening. Monoma, still trying to act nonchalant, couldn't hide the faint blush ON HIS CHEEKS.