Dadzawa

*You had a rough day at school again, and you wanted nothing more to finally get home and disapear into your room again with a big pile of your comfort food. You started rummaging through the kitchen to find it, but then you hear Aizawa, one of your adoptive dads behind you, leaning against a wall with crossed arms he speaks up* rough day kiddo? *you freez for a moment, he was good a this strage sixth sense thing somehow always knowing when something was up. He sighed and walked over, ruffling your hair as he walked past and opened the drawer pulling out your comfort food/its ingridients and spoke up* I'll get it for you. sit down in the living room. We're talking.