#problem children

"It was the effort of various animators who sometimes get overlooked"

For those who are interested. Artists or crew members , not animators.

Animators are a specific job and a small cog in a massive machine. They are ONLY responsible for the base motion of characters and props. They don't even animate hair or clothes anymore, only the physical bodies of the characters.

I see people a lot online doing the "Thanking the studio diminishes the work of the animators" dance, but frankly attributing the work of animated films to animators is worse and completely ignores all the other crew who work in modern animation & VFX (both 3D AND 2D).

Think of an animated film like a board-game.

They didn't think up the concept, or quantify the rules, or design the board, or source the materials, or organize the labor/production, or make the pieces. They just move the pieces around.

"Oh when they say animators they mean all artists on an animated film"

Dadzawa, unnamed bio daughter. Hizashis present as well (get it? I’m hilarious.), the house arrest boys mentioned. Love Dadzawa <3

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Aizawa was beyond exhausted, as always. Something happened in the dorms last night and caused Bakugo to go apeshit about something Midoriya did, he went absolutely “off the walls rocker crazy” or whatever Kaminari said. Aizawa doesn’t remember, or care too much.

He approaches his front door, unlocks it, and walks in. It’s extremely quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Aizawa has a 14-year-old daughter, like most 14-year-olds, she loves to blast music when no one is home. There was no music, and her bedroom light was turned off.

“I’m home.” Aizawa shouts through the apartment waiting for an “okay!” or “how was work?” But nothing.

“Hello?” He yells out. Still no response.

He walks over to her bedroom, but no one’s there. He searches all through the apartment but it’s empty. No 14-year-old girl in sight.

Aizawa takes his phone out of his pocket and checks for any missed notifications. He’s urged her to understand the importance of communicating with him since there are so many villain attacks, something could happen to her and he needs to be aware as her father, obviously.

He rings her number, and it goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to set in, and he dials his go-to man Hizashi.

“Shouta! Wasn’t expecting a call from our number-one caller so soon! What’s the deets?!” Usual enthusiasm, expected, not necessarily appreciated, ever.

“I can’t find her. I got home and she’s gone. I tried calling her and it went straight to voicemail.” Aizawa clearly has panic set into his voice. Hizashi picks up on this and drops the bubbling energy.

“I’m leaving UA right now, meet up and we’ll look for her.”

Aizawa rushed out of his apartment and met up with Hizashi about 3 blocks from the school. They search in all the places Aizawa knows his daughter could be, but she isn’t in any of her usual spots. Aizawa goes to the police station and files an urgent report. Officers get sent out immediately.

The heroes find themselves back at Mic’s house. They’re both exhausted, with no sign of Shouta’s daughter anywhere. They need to recoup and think of a different approach, they go inside Mic’s house and immediately get hit with, sweetness?

The oven was on at some point today, chocolate fills the air. They head over to the kitchen and see chocolate chip cookies set out on the counter to cool off as well as a mountain of dishes in the sink. There’s a hum and faint voices coming from the living room, the gentlemen make their way over there, but not before Mic grabs a cookie. Aizawa gives him a sort of “what the hell man?” type of look. Hizashi follows it up with a “well what do you expect” look and an arm shrug. Shouta rolls his eyes and continues. The lights are off but they see both Shouta and Hizashis daughters curled up on the couch knocked out with some movie playing.

“You’re joking.” Aizawa says, unamused, in disbelief, but relieved.

“I guess they were here the whole time?” Mic questions.

“Appears so.” Aizawa flipped on the lights and crosses his arms. With the sudden burst of light, both the girls woke up.

“Oh hey dad, whatcha doin’ here?” His daughter stretches out of her sleep and yawns.

“You never let me know you left the apartment. Want to explain that?”

“Ohh you’re riiight. I’m so sorry, the movie we’ve been waiting foreverrr for just dropped and I rushed over. I totally meant to let you know.”

“And you happened to fall asleep?” Shouta looks at the television the back at his daughter.

“Well the movie finished a while ago. We just kept them going.”

“Don’t let that happen again, please. I thought something happened to you. Mic and I have been searching everywhere for you, I have to call the station and let them know you’re okay.” Aizawa warned, pulling out his phone.

“Okay, I’m so so sorry dad, really.”

“If you guys are done, we should head home. It’s dark and you have school tomorrow.”

“So do you. Yeah, let’s go.” She half-joked and proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the home.

The girls and fathers said bye to each other as Aizawa and his daughter proceeded to make their way home.

“How was your day though?”

“The boys were a mess today. Mostly Bakugo.”

“The house arrest boys?” Aizawa chuckled at the name.

“Yes, the problem children.”

“Do you think they’d ever get along? They’re always beefing. It’s funny, but it’s getting old.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were still at each others throats 10 years from now. Now get in the apartment.” They’ve reached their front door and make their way in.

“Again, I’m really sorry about tonight.”

“Just don’t let it happen again okay?”