I've been thinking about how this fic doesn't really represent my writing ability. Like, there's no overarching plot or anything, not really. It's more of an experiment than anything. I've also been thinking about how I haven't seen a single episode of BNHA since before I started this fic. I've kinda moved on from the fandom, and that's probably why I haven't been updating as much as I used to. Even less so since I'm in college for writing.

I think I've been pushing this off for a while. I've been scared to stop completely because this fic is by FAR the most popular I've ever written, and I'm worried it won't ever happen again. Well, I'm gonna take that as a challenge from now on. I've met a lot of great people through this fic, especially The Council on this fic's Discord. Honestly, this fic is one of the biggest reasons I'm on this track in life.

As much as I love this fic, it's coming to a close soon. Well. "Soon" as in a few more chapters, not "soon" as in a few weeks. It's a cute fic, to be sure, and I'm glad I could make all of your days better, even just a little. I think 69 is a good time to stop (because haha funny number, what other reason do I need :P) so… yeah. I may come back after chapter 69 anyway, but that'll be because I want to, not because I feel any kind of obligation or whatever.

It's a nice change of pace to come back here, though. It's comforting. Instead of worrying about being "good", I just get to have fun. I suppose that's all fanfiction is, really. Writing whatever you want because you want to. There's an element of writing "for real" outside of fanfiction that makes it… I don't know, more? There's so much to worry about. I just want to entertain people, distract them from whatever is going on in their lives. I hate that it's a competition, you know? People should be able to write what they like. Though, I can't be too mad at the agents and the publishers. They are people too, and they can only take on so many books. There's a benefit to fanfiction, though. You don't have to worry about all that.

Anyway, you didn't sign up for a mini essay about what I think about writing fanfiction. You signed up for cuteness! Fluff! So, here's the chapter!

"I just had a thought... you should do one where Izuku learns how to do the Aizawa glare..." - Sheashells

"He doesn't exactly look like Aizawa."

"Well, what do you expect? He's adopted."

"No, wait, that came out wrong," Mina huffed, leaning back against the wall. "He doesn't act like Aizawa at all."

"He wears Sensei's scarf all the time," Uraraka pointed out, passing a paper to Jirou.

"He can fall asleep anywhere, kero," Tsuyu added. "Uraraka-chan, can you help me…?"

Uraraka nodded and leaned over to help her with a math worksheet.

"Yes, but… I mean, it's Izuku! He's like, sunshine incarnate." Mina threw her hands into the air. "I just can't see it."

"I don't see why you are speculating this in the slightest." Momo said from her spot on the couch. "Aizawa is Izuku's father. Whether or not Izuku acts like it is beside the point."

"From my understanding," Jirou murmured, "kids imitate the people closest to them-"

"See?!" Mina said, gesturing wildly at Jirou.

"-While it would make sense that Izuku would act like Aizawa, he also spends an awful lot of time with us." Jirou pointed out. "Expecting him to only act like Aizawa is a bit unrealistic."

Momo nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense."

"But… All Might's more of a role model for him than his own father," Mina argued.

"Didn't Sensei ban him from ever seeing Izuku ever again? Because he left him alone that one time?" Uraraka asked.

"Something like that," Jirou muttered, scrolling through her Spotify. "Hey, do you guys want to see something cute?"

"Always!" Mina said, sitting down on the couch next to Momo, black eyes glittering in interest.

Jirou selected a classical playlist and turned her phone off, the beginning notes of a violin cover of Toxic began playing.

Uraraka looked at Jirou in surprise. "This exists?"

"It surely does," Jirou replied with a grin. "Now, be quiet and listen."

They did. For a second, no one heard anything, until the sound of tiny, approaching footsteps came from the kitchen.

A tiny head of green hair came first. Then green eyes, freckles, and finally a dirty All Might onesie. Izuku came running around the corner and slammed his hands on the coffee table.

"Toxics!" Izuku grinned, bouncing excitedly.

"Toxics?" Momo repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "What does he mean by that?"

"It's what he calls the violins when they play this song," Jirou explained, turning up the volume and setting the phone down in front of Izuku. "He's not usually interested in them if they aren't playing this."

Izuku continued bouncing, his butt wiggling in a toddler way of dancing.

"Very cute," said Tsuyu.

Bakugou stormed into the room, his usual scowl on his face. "Turn that sh- that garbage off!"

Jirou frowned. "We're just listening to music-"

"Turn it off!" Bakugou growled. "I'm trying to listen for the oven timer and your trash is too fu- freaking loud!"

"Fine, fine," Jirou sighed, picking up the phone and pausing the music. Izuku immediately stopped dancing, confused.

Bakugou's lips pressed together - not scowling, but not not scowling either - and left to go back to the kitchen.

"Toxics?" Izuku asked, staring at the phone.

"No, 'Zuku," Jirou said. "Bakugou said to stop."

Izuku was silent for a moment. Then, his nose crinkled and he gave Jirou the most violent glare she had ever seen on the three-year-old's face.

Mina burst out laughing on the couch. "Oh my god, he really is Aizawa's son."

I don't know why, but toddler stink eye hurts more than just a regular glare. Funny how that works.

Appreciate you all! - BP