I opened the door to my dorm room and sighed. I looked around my room, thinking about how much I was going to miss it here. I opened my closet and took my suitcase out and opened it. Before I could start packing there was a knock on my door. I sighed, and went to answer it.

"Mr. Aizawa?" I said, and he stood there with a packet of papers up. "What's that?" I asked him.

"Adoption paper." He told me.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"They're adoption papers." He told me, and handed them to me. "They're for you."

"What am I going to do?" I asked him. "Adopt myself?"

"Look at the signature line." He told me and rolled him eyes. I looked down and flipped a couple of pages until I saw a signature line. He signed it. "All you have to do is sign it."

"Can you even do this?" I asked him. "You're my teacher."

"And you can be my daughter." He said and held up a pen to me. "You're not the first kid that's needed help like this. Teachers all over the school have these papers in case there's a student that needs it. Because you'd be my daughter you'll have free schooling and you can keep your dorm."

"Is there a catch?" I asked, and I couldn't believe this was happening.

"You got to deal with me as a Dad?" He shrugged.

"Oh yeah I don't know about that." I said and tried to hide my smile.

"But to be fair, I'd have to deal with you as a daughter." He told me and I continued to make him annoyed.

"Yeah that's probably worse." I said and laughed and cried. "Thank you." I said and hugged onto him.

"Don't thank me." He said as he hugged me back. "Bakugo's the one that one that insisted on me adopting you, not that I was completely against it."

"Bakugo?" I questioned and looked back up at him.

"Yeah, after I learned about his family and his childhood a little more I went to him with the same offer." Mr. Aizawa said. "These are actually the papers I gave him if he changed his mind. He got them and begged me to come over here."

"He didn't take the offer?" I asked and looked at the papers.

"No he said that he didn't have the greatest home, but he wanted to be the one to walk away when he was old enough." Mr. Aizawa said.

"So he did talk about it with someone else." I laughed lightly to myself.

"He told you his fancy little home speech too?" He asked me and I laughed.

"Yeah." I said. "Where is he?"

"He's still in class." Mr. Aizawa said. "Which if I'm not mistaken is where you should be right now." I laughed and signed the papers. "I'll deal with this, you get back to class." He told me and took the papers from me and headed towards the office. 

I laughed as I ran through the halls to Class 1-A. My class. My home. I pulled the door open, and everyone looked up to see it was me, except Bakugo. Who was letting Mina put a band-aid on his cut from smacking his face on the stairs. I walked over and down the aisle towards him, and he finally looked up at me.

"Y/n?" He asked and stood up. Before he could say another word I grabbed his face and kissed him. He held my arms and kissed me back.

"Alright stop shoving your tongue down my daughter's throat." Mr. Aizawa said as he closed the door to class.

"Daughter?" Everyone yelled, and Bakugo gave me a look. He didn't smile, but I know he was happy. And so was I.