All Might's eyes look as if they're going to pop out of the former hero's head, "What?! Aizawa, are you sure?"

The sleep-deprived teacher nods slowly, "I've thought about it. They seem to love it here, and they would not survive if the villains knew that they went into an adoption agency," He says, "And I may have taken a liking to her when I first found them, we seemed to have a connection, even though we had never met before then."

He glances down at the sleeping baby, as its small chest rises and falls steadily. A smile displays on his face.

"Well, I'm glad that I know you have emotions." All Might chuckles, earning a glare from his colleague.

"Oh shut it." Aizawa responds, "I've always had emotions."

"Are you sure though? Having a child is lots of responsibility!"

Aizawa sighs, glaring once again at the overconfident teacher, "I'm the one taking care of them, not you. I don't need a lecture."

The teacher gets up from his computer, heading back down the hallway as his students walk past him, towards the cafeteria for lunchtime.

"Hey, Aizawa, is it?" The black-haired teacher turns to see a purple-haired boy, Hitoshi Shinso.

Aizawa cancels the boy's quirk out for one second, making sure it isn't a trap. "Yes, is there something you need?"

"I was wondering if I could see (Y/N) for a few minutes."

The hero nods slowly, "If anything happens to her, I hold you responsible."

He passes the (H/C)-haired girl to Shinso and continues down the hallway. The purple-haired boy holds the baby in front of him, as they stare back at him with curious eyes.

"Shinso?" They squeak, and the boy is surprised.

"Uh, yes, my name is Shinso Hitoshi." He replies, entering an empty classroom and setting them on the floor, as he sits across.

"I-I'm sowwy." (Y/N) mutters, planting their hands on the floor.

"Huh?" Shinso responds, "Sorry for what?"

The baby doesn't respond and just points at the purple-haired boy's leg.

"Oh right, before the sports festival." he mutters, before smiling at the baby, "It's alright. You didn't hurt me, but please refrain from doing that again."

(Y/N) makes a 'hm' noise and stands up on their two feet, walking over as steadily as they can to Shinso. When they reach his knees, their own legs fail to hold them up and they fall onto the boy's lap.

"You'll get the hang of that." Shinso chuckles, helping them to stand again, "How about we practice?"

(Y/N) giggles as the boy gets up off the floor and places them a few feet away. They stand up on their feet and begin to make their way to the boy. He holds his arms out, getting ready to catch them in case they fall.

"Come on, you can do it." He encourages.

(Y/N) smiles, and they take a few steps. They begin to wobble, but they spread their arms out and balance their weight, getting closer to the boy. They take another step and stay standing. They take their final step, right into the boy's arms.

"You did it!" Shinso cheers, throwing them up in the air.

The baby giggles and smiles happily at the attention, before the purple-haired boy puts them back on the floor and the two repeat these steps until (Y/N) can walk without having to balance their weight. But, even with practice, they can't walk quickly just yet.

"Alright Shinso—" Aizawa enters the classroom, but he cuts himself off as he glances down at Shinso and (Y/N). "Well, it seems you two have been getting along." He mutters, crouching down to their level.

"Oh hey, Aizawa." Shinso replies, as (Y/N) wakes up from their short nap. "(Y/N) can walk pretty well on their own now."

"Really?" Aizawa replies, as (Y/N) gets up from their position on Shinso's lap and stands on their two feet.

"Wow, you're getting big and strong!"

(Y/N) giggles, slowly getting closer to Aizawa and eventually hugging his leg. The teacher chuckles, picking the toddler up and hugging them tightly as Shinso gets up from the floor.

"Thank you for taking care of them." Aizawa says, "They seem to like you so maybe you could babysit sometime after school?"

Shinso nods, "Of course, sir."

The bell rings, signalling that the fifth period would be starting.

"Now run along to class." The teacher says, watching as the purple-haired boy obeys and rushes down the hallway.

When the day of the internships comes around, Aizawa stands at the podium in class 1-A as his students sit down for class.

"So before we head off, I have two things that I would like to say," The teacher begins, "First off, we will be having a draw. Whoever's name I pick out will take (Y/N) with them during their internship. They are learning to speak so I will be able to ask them how well they were treated and handled during the internship. If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you—I may even expel you. Second, the government does not like that we just took a random baby off of the street and listened to a letter that told us to take care of them with our lives, so they want us to put them up for adoption."

Class 1-A does not like the sound of that.

"WHAT!? No, they can't go up for adoption!" Midoryia yells, as he and his classmates also angrily stand up from their desks.

Aizawa's hair floats up, and his eyes flash red, "Let me finish."

His students quickly sit back down, taking a breath.

"So I have taken the liberty of adopting (Y/N)." He continues, "That's why I'd be so angry if something was to happen to them. So, if you are the person who is chosen, please try your best to keep them safe, alright? No funny business." He takes out a hat, "Now, let's draw."