The two months after the revelation of Aizawa being Valerie's father were a whirlwind of emotions. 

At first, Valerie felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. She struggled to process everything—how could the man who had trained her, protected her, and led her class all this time be the father she had been searching for? Aizawa himself had been stunned into silence when the truth was revealed, but as the shock faded, he made it clear that he wanted to be a part of her life. It wasn't going to be easy, but they were going to try.

The news that Valerie was Aizawa's daughter spread through Class 3A like wildfire. It all began during a casual lunch break when Denki, always the loudest of the bunch, brought it up.

"Wait, so you're telling me that Aizawa-sensei is your dad?" Denki exclaimed, nearly dropping his tray of food. The table fell silent for a beat before erupting into a mix of disbelief and excitement.

"Seriously?" Kirishima leaned over, wide-eyed. "That's epic! You've got, like, the coolest dad ever!"

Valerie felt her cheeks heat up. "It's not that big of a deal—"

"Not that big of a deal?" Mina interjected, grinning from ear to ear. "You're basically a hero legacy now! This is so cool!"

"Totally!" Denki nodded enthusiastically. "You should call him 'Dad-zawa' or something!"

Valerie rolled her eyes, trying to downplay the attention.

"Or maybe I should call him 'Uncle Zawa!'" Denki blurted, laughter bubbling up again. " think about it! If your mom and Aizawa, that makes him my uncle! Can you imagine? 'Hey, Uncle Zawa, can I borrow the answers to a test?'"

Just as Denki's voice echoed through the cafeteria, Aizawa walked in, his tired eyes scanning the room. The instant he heard Denki's words, he froze, his expression morphing into one of disbelief and irritation.

"Uncle Zawa?" he repeated flatly, his voice low and dangerous.

Denki's eyes widened in horror, the colour draining from his face. "I—I mean, um, it was just a joke, Sensei! You know, like a nickname! It's funny, right?" he stammered, fumbling over his words as he tried to backtrack. "I didn't mean any disrespect! I swear!"

Kirishima nudged Denki, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sounds like you're in trouble, man!"

Aizawa crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. "Do you think this is funny, Kaminari?"

Denki shifted uncomfortably, his confidence evaporating. "N-no! I mean, it could be funny. But only if you're okay with it? I just thought—"

Valerie stifled a laugh behind her hands, both amused and a little sympathetic. She could see Denki sweating as Aizawa continued to glare at him.

"Enough," Aizawa said, his voice cutting through Denki's frantic rambling. "If you want to joke around, then you can do it while running laps. All of you. Now."

Laughter erupted from the rest of Class 3A, but Denki remained frozen, his face a mix of relief and dread. "Yes, sir! I'll go run laps! Great idea! Love laps!" He scrambled to his feet, practically tripping over his legs as he hurried out, followed closely by the rest of the class.

Aizawa watched them go, his expression still stoic, but Valerie caught the hint of a smile on his lips. As the door swung shut behind them, she felt a warm sense of belonging wash over her. This was her family now, however unconventional it might be.

And as she jogged after her classmates, she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Uncle Zawa. It might be silly, but it felt good, and she had a feeling even Aizawa might secretly enjoy it—at least a little bit.

---

Every morning, before the rest of the class woke up, Valerie and Aizawa trained together. They worked in sync—his sharp eyes constantly watching her movements, pushing her to sharpen her reflexes, control her quirk better, and master her emotions. He didn't go easy on her, but Valerie could feel that underneath his tough exterior, he was doing everything in his power to make up for the years he had missed.

One morning during training, Aizawa handed her a cup of water as they took a break.

"You're getting stronger," he said, his voice soft but steady.

Valerie took a sip, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Thanks. It's been... different, working with you like this."

He nodded, his gaze distant for a moment. "I've missed a lot. " His voice trailed off, unspoken regrets hanging in the air.

Valerie looked down, the weight of their complicated past still lingering between them. "I know. But... I'm glad we're here now."

Aizawa gave a small nod, a rare expression of warmth crossing his usually stoic face. "So am I."

They continued their training with renewed focus, and the bond between them strengthened with every session. It wasn't perfect—there were awkward moments, times when Valerie wasn't sure how to act around him, and times when Aizawa's emotions seemed to seep through despite his efforts to remain neutral. But they were both trying, and that was enough.

Outside of her training with Aizawa, Valerie's relationship with Bakugou had deepened. After the villain attack, they had fallen into a natural rhythm, spending more time together between classes, sparring sessions, and even quiet moments in the common room when the chaos of hero life momentarily subsided.

One evening, after a particularly intense day of training, Bakugou and Valerie sat on the roof of the dorms, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The air was still warm, with a gentle breeze brushing through Valerie's hair as she leaned against Bakugou's shoulder.

"You've been pushing yourself harder lately," Bakugou muttered, his voice low but filled with that familiar edge.

Valerie smiled, tilting her head up to look at him. "Says the guy who never stops training."

"Yeah, well," he smirked, "I've got a reputation to uphold. But I can tell you're different. That training with Aizawa... it's changed you."

Valerie nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It has. I'm learning a lot more about my quirk, and how to control it better. But it's more than that. Knowing he's my father, it's... it's grounding. I feel like a part of me that was missing is finally starting to fit."

Bakugou grunted in response, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her a little closer. "Good. But don't think I'm going to let you slack off. You're still training with me too."

She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I wouldn't dream of it, Dynamight."

A comfortable silence settled between them, but then Bakugou shifted slightly, almost hesitant—something Valerie wasn't used to seeing from him. He turned his gaze toward her, and for a moment, there was an odd intensity in his eyes.

"You ever think about picking a hero name?" he asked suddenly.

Valerie blinked, caught off guard by the question. "A hero name?"

"Yeah," he continued, his usual sharpness still there but a touch softer now. "You don't have one yet. We're third-years. It's about time, don't you think?"

Valerie considered this. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it before, but with everything that had been going on—finding out about Aizawa, dealing with villains, and training—choosing a hero name had taken a backseat.

"You're right," she said, a little sheepishly. "I guess I've just been so caught up with everything."

Bakugou leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. "Well, you can't just be 'Valerie Black' forever. Not exactly a name that strikes fear into villains, huh?"

Valerie laughed. "Hey! I could still kick some villain ass with or without a name."

"Sure," Bakugou smirked, "but it's better with one. Come on, let's brainstorm. What's something that fits you?"

They tossed ideas back and forth, most of them either too cliché or too ridiculous to consider. Bakugou even suggested "Lady Murder Thunderstorm" at one point, to which Valerie gave him an incredulous look.

"No way! I'm not some fancy murder weather lady!"

"Fine, fine," Bakugou huffed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "What about something with 'volt' or 'storm'?"

Valerie thought for a moment, her fingers idly sparking with electricity. Then it hit her. "What about 'Tempest?'"

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. "Tempest?"

"Yeah," Valerie said, her excitement growing. "A tempest is like a fierce storm—strong, unpredictable, powerful. It feels right."

For a moment, Bakugou just stared at her, a slow grin forming on his face. "Tempest, huh? Yeah, that suits you."

Valerie smiled, feeling the name resonate with her. Tempest. It embodied everything she was—the storm inside her, the strength she had built, the chaos and control she was learning to master.

"Tempest it is," she said confidently.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, 

But the quiet was soon interrupted by Bakugou's competitive nature. "Tomorrow morning, after your session with Aizawa, you and I are sparring. No holding back. Tempest"

Valerie raised an eyebrow. "No holding back? You sure about that? I don't want to electrocute you again."

His smirk widened, eyes blazing with excitement. "I'm counting on it."

---

The next morning, as promised, Valerie and Bakugou stood across from each other in the training grounds. Aizawa had already put Valerie through her paces, and now it was Bakugou's turn. They had sparred many times before, but something about this felt different. There was a new fire in Valerie's eyes, a determination that hadn't been there before.

Bakugou cracked his knuckles, the familiar scent of burnt sweat in the air as his palms sparked. "Ready to get your ass kicked?"

Valerie smiled, electricity crackling at her fingertips. "Bring it, Sparky."

They launched at each other, Bakugou's explosions lighting up the field as Valerie deftly dodged, her lightning-quick movements making it hard for him to land a direct hit. But Bakugou wasn't one to give up easily. He countered with an explosive blast that sent Valerie skidding back, but she quickly recovered, summoning a cascade of lightning that struck down with precision and aimed right at Bakugou. He dodged, but the intensity of her attacks was stronger than usual, and it kept him on his toes. Valerie had grown, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride watching her hold her own.

"Not bad, Sparky," he called out, wiping a trickle of sweat from his brow. "But I'm just getting started."

Valerie's grin widened as she prepared her next move. "Neither am I."

The battle continued, each of them pushing the other to their limits, their quirks colliding in a dance of electricity and explosions. But even in the heat of battle, there was an unspoken understanding between them—a trust that had grown stronger with every fight, every shared moment.

Eventually, after one particularly strong blast from Bakugou, Valerie called for a timeout, both of them panting from exertion.

Bakugou walked over, his cocky smirk never leaving his face. "You're getting stronger. But you still have a long way to go before you can beat me."

Valerie chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that."

Bakugou's expression softened slightly as he looked at her, his voice dropping. "I'm serious, Val. You've grown a lot. Keep this up, and you're gonna be unstoppable."

Valerie blinked in surprise, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Coming from you, that's high praise."

"Tch," Bakugou huffed, but his eyes told her he meant every word.

As they headed back to the dorms, the sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the horizon. Valerie felt a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time. She had her father by her side, her friends, and Bakugou—people who believed in her, and pushed her to be her best.

And in that moment, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she wasn't facing them alone.

***

 After their final class for the day, Valerie noticed Bakugou fidgeting slightly as they walked back to the dorms, which was odd. Normally, he was always so composed, so sure of himself, but tonight, he seemed... nervous. His usual swagger was still there, but something was different.

"What's up with you?" Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're acting weird."

Bakugou grumbled under his breath, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided her gaze. "Nothin'. Just..."

"Just?" Valerie pushed, her curiosity piqued.

He let out a sigh, clearly frustrated. "Tch, look, my mom's been nagging me."

Valerie blinked, confused. "Nagging you? About what?"

Bakugou's face turned slightly pink, which immediately made Valerie want to laugh—Katsuki Bakugou, embarrassed? This had to be good.

"About you," he muttered, barely audible.

"What?" Valerie's grin grew wider. "You're gonna have to speak up, Katsuki."

Bakugou shot her an annoyed glare but then sighed again, his pride taking a hit. "She wants to meet you, alright? She's been riding my ass about it ever since she found out we've been dating."

Valerie's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, she wants to meet me?"

"Yeah," Bakugou grumbled. "She won't shut up about it. Says if I'm gonna be dating someone, I need to bring you home for the weekend. So... you wanna go?"

The awkwardness in his voice was so unlike him that Valerie couldn't help but laugh, though she quickly covered her mouth when Bakugou glared at her again.

"Katsuki, are you nervous?" she teased, nudging him playfully. "You're actually nervous about me meeting your mom?"

"I'm not nervous!" Bakugou snapped, his face turning even redder. "It's just... annoying, alright? She'll probably grill you and say a bunch of embarrassing crap about me."

Valerie's laughter bubbled up again. "Oh, this is going to be fun. I'd love to meet her."

Bakugou groaned, clearly regretting bringing it up, but Valerie could see the relief in his eyes. As much as he acted like it was no big deal, it was obvious that this mattered to him.

"Alright," she said with a smile, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'll go. I'm looking forward to seeing where the great Dynamight grew up."

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but when she squeezed his hand, he didn't pull away. Instead, he gave her a sidelong glance, his usual cockiness creeping back in.

"Don't get too comfortable," he muttered. "My mom's a lot. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Valerie just smiled, feeling a strange warmth spread through her. Whatever happened when she met his mom, she knew one thing for sure—this was another step forward, not just in their relationship but in the life she was building with him.

---

The evening air was crisp as Valerie arrived at Aizawa's apartment, the familiar scents of cooking wafting through the door. She stepped inside, greeted by the warmth of the space and the lively chatter of her dad's friends, Present Mic and Midnight.

"Hey, Val!" Hizashi beamed, flipping a pancake with enthusiasm. "Come help! We're making your favorite!"

"Pancakes again?" Valerie laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. "You know I'll never complain about that!"

"Just wait until you taste these!" Nemuri chimed in, grinning mischievously. "I added a secret ingredient!"

As they settled down for dinner, the table was filled with laughter and stories. Valerie felt a wave of warmth, the feeling of family washing over her as she watched her dad interact with his friends. It was a side of Aizawa she rarely saw—his stoic demeanour softened, revealing the bond they all shared.

Nemuri leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. "So, Valerie, any big plans this weekend?"

Valerie hesitated, glancing at her dad before responding. "Well, Katsuki's parents want to meet me. I think it's a big deal for him, so I'm a bit nervous."

The atmosphere shifted abruptly. Aizawa's expression darkened, and he clenched his shirt tightly as if trying to physically contain an overwhelming surge of protectiveness. Meet Bakugou's parents? His mind raced with the thought of that fiery boy—his daughter's boyfriend—who had somehow charmed her into liking him.

A vivid image of Bakugou being tied up over a cage of sharks flashed in his mind, a ridiculous but oddly satisfying thought. He felt a surge of aggression, a fierce need to protect his little girl. What if Bakugou wasn't good enough? What if he hurt her? What if he ran away with her???

Hizashi, noticing Aizawa's sudden change in demeanour, nudged him with a concerned look. "Hey, buddy, you alright?"

Aizawa blinked, coming back to reality with a start, his heart racing. "I'm fine," he muttered, his voice gruff. But deep down, he felt a whirlwind of emotions—this was Dad Rage, a feeling he had never experienced in his eighteen years of absence.

Hizashi leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know I'm pretty good at making people disappear if you need me to, right?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a seriousness behind his words.

Aizawa's jaw tightened, imagining all the things he could do to ensure Bakugou never laid a finger on his daughter. "We'll see about that," he grumbled, the protective instinct surging even stronger.

Nemuri, catching the tension, couldn't help but squeal, "Oh my gosh, Shouta! This is the moment we've all been waiting for! Time to talk about the birds and the bees!"

Aizawa's face went pale, his mind racing as he struggled to process the impending conversation. "Wait, what?" he stammered, feeling his heart drop.

Valerie burst into laughter, a sound that warmed Aizawa's heart even amidst the chaos of his thoughts. She enjoyed the banter between her dad and his friends, and it helped her feel more comfortable in the growing tension.

"Oh, come on!" Valerie said, her laughter infectious. "Do you think I need that talk? I had the talk when I was fourteen! And besides, I'm pretty sure I know what's up I mean I have- uh,."

Aizawa and Hizashi froze, their souls seemingly leaving their bodies at her words. "Wait, you—" Hizashi stammered, eyes wide with shock.

"You're not a—" Aizawa managed to choke out, his protective instincts flaring anew. His mind raced, imagining all the ways he could throttle Bakugou if necessary. "I'm going to kill him!"

Valerie realized the implication of her words and immediately waved her hands. "No! Not with Katsuki, uh I mean, I—uh—what I meant is that I don't need it because I'm just fine!"

The absurdity of the situation made her laugh even harder, but it only deepened the panic on Aizawa and Hizashi's faces. Aizawa's mind whirled again—he would have to interrogate Bakugou like all fathers did before the weekend.

"Right, so... we'll talk to Bakugou," Aizawa finally managed, his voice rough and commanding. "Hizashi, you'll help me, right?"

"Of course, my friend! We'll get to the bottom of this!" Hizashi said, barely containing his own laughter as he tried to process what had just been revealed.

Valerie smirked at her dad's flustered reaction, enjoying the playful banter. She loved her newfound family, quirks and all. She felt more connected to Aizawa than ever before, and their relationship continued to grow, even if they both had a lot to learn about this father-daughter dynamic.

As they continued to eat, the laughter resumed, and Valerie knew that even with the looming awkwardness of meeting Katsuki's mom, she was ready to face it—especially with Aizawa and Hizashi backing her up, no matter how comically unprepared they both seemed to be.

---

Bakugou paced nervously by the entrance of Aizawa's apartment, glancing at his watch for the hundredth time. The sunlight streaming through the windows only made his anxiety feel worse as he awaited Valerie's arrival. Just as he was starting to doubt his decision to come over, the door swung open.

Aizawa and Hizashi strolled in, their expressions mischievous.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our favourite explosive teen," Hizashi chirped, his voice bright and teasing. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. "You here to pick up our darling Valerie for the weekend?"

"Yeah, so what?" Bakugou shot back, trying to maintain his composure, but he could already feel the heat rising in his cheeks.

Aizawa took a step closer, his expression serious but with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You do realize that this is a big deal, right? You're taking my daughter away for the weekend. If you mess this up..."

"I won't mess it up!" Bakugou protested, his voice louder than intended. "I care about her! And besides, she's been your daughter, for what, 3 months??" 

Hizashi's grin widened. "3 Months or 30 years, You better take care of her. Or I'll have to teach you a lesson you won't forget. You know how I can make people disappear, right?"

Bakugou's eyes widened, his face flushing even more. "What the hell?!"

Just then, the sound of a door creaking open interrupted their banter. Valerie appeared, her arms full of bags, and stopped short when she noticed the trio.

"What's going on here?" she asked, arching an eyebrow as she took in the scene.

"Just a little pre-weekend chat with Bakugou," Hizashi said, feigning innocence. "You know, the kind that every father and uncle has with a boy who's dating their precious girl."

"Yeah, totally innocent," Bakugou muttered under his breath, desperately trying to maintain his tough facade.

Valerie's eyes narrowed, sensing something was off. "Katsuki, why do you look like you just swallowed a lemon?"

"Nothing!" he barked, crossing his arms defensively.

Hizashi couldn't resist one last jab. "Just making sure he treats you right. I've got my eye on him, don't worry!"

Valerie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "You guys are ridiculous. Let's just go before you embarrass Katsuki any more."

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Bakugou grumbled, relief flooding through him as Valerie grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door.

As they stepped outside, he muttered, "I'm not embarrassed!"

"Sure, Katsuki," Valerie said with a playful smirk, glancing back at him as they headed to the bus stop. "Just try not to explode anything while we're gone."

"Remember to use protection!!!" Hizashi sang

"Shut up!" 

***

Protective dad and Uncles are a thing....

Plus Ultra!