(A/N: sorry this is short.)
Aizawa pov

    To say I was flabbergasted is an understatement.

    ‘daddy’ …?

    'DADDY' !?

    Do I look like a ‘Daddy’ to you?
   
    I’m not going to say I like the name. Or that I like the bouncing child, I now take care of. And I’m certainly not going to say I feel happy she holds my hand because she doesn’t want me to get lost. Because I definitely am not.

    But I won’t say I don’t hate it either…

As we stroll up at a small store for little girls Izuku says she’s been in, mothers with their own children coo at the sight before them:

Little Izuku in pigtails swaying in a manner that looks awfully too cute for anyones hearts, while leading a grown man, me, through ailes of frilly doll-like dresses by my gigantic hand, comparing to hers of course.

I had to bend down for him to hold my hand. That’s how small this kid is. I mean, I’m tall. But this kid is four. He should be tall enough to reach my hand without going on his tippy toes to achieve it. His height just adds onto his list of feminine traits.

“Izuku, You can pick several outfits and other stuff you want ok? Just check in with me whenever. I’ll sit in this chair.” I nodded my head to the direction of the chair out front. She nodded vigorously twinkling and all. Her wings seemed to shine with her to.

Fifteen minutes later, I hear a giggle a few feet away from me. “Daddy! Do I look pretty?” I looked up from my phone and saw her knee level baby blue dress that made her look like an oversized doll. The lacey ruffles and ribbon tie just tops off the look.

Do you know those moments when you think none of this would be a big deal. But when it actually happens, the world slows and you don’t want to blink, move, or breathe because you don’t want to miss out on what god is hinting:‘This is one of the few crucial moments in your life you loser. Pay attention noob.’?

This seems to be one of those moments.

Izuku tilts her head to the side, the pigtails swaying with it. “Do you not like it? Am I not pretty enough?” She pouts, but her eyes look cold, as if piecing together what was her mistake.

Immediately, I get out of my seat and pat my hand on her head, squating so we meet eyes. “Izuku.”

Her cold stare shoot directly in mine and softens at my gesture. I huff and shake my head. “Izuku, I don’t like it. I love it. And you should never question your own appearance like that. You look pretty in everything. Actually, you look too pretty for anyone. Stick with me and no dating until I give the green light kid.”

She laughs and nods her head. “Thanks daddy. And who else would I stick to?”

I laugh with a hint of nervousness in my tone, having a strong feeling she’ll most likely find someone soon. “Nobody.” a lace of sternness in my words and glare at the floor. She ignores my odd habit and shoves a multitude of outfits in my arms with a voodoo looking bunny at the top of the pile.

“Oh, I’m also done daddy.” She smiles and I grunt at the sudden weight.

You’re going to be the death of me.