The beauty of marriage💍 A.S. · Y/n story by @moon

The morning sun spilled through the wide windows of U.A. High, painting long golden rectangles across the polished hallway floors. Most of the staff were already in their classrooms, and the building hummed with the distant murmur of students settling into their first period.

Shota Aizawa

...and if any of you think you can skip training because the weather's nice, you're sorely mistaken. I'll make you run laps until you regret being born.

A low chorus of groans followed. Then, a familiar voice—dry, tired, and unmistakably hers.

Takeshi Aizawa

At least he didn't say death laps this time. Growth.

A few students snickered. Shota's silence was the kind that spoke volumes.

Shota Aizawa

Takeshi. Stay after class.

Takeshi Aizawa

...Yes, sensei.

Y/n smiled softly, pressing a hand against the door to push it open. The classroom went quiet, eyes turning toward the entrance as she stepped inside.

Hanta Sero

Oh! It's Aizawa-sensei's wife!

Denki Kaminari

The cool one! I mean—not that Aizawa-sensei isn't cool, but, you know, the other cool one—

Mina Ashido

Cookies! You brought cookies!

Takeshi’s tired eyes lit up the moment he saw her. He sat up straighter, a rare, small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Takeshi Aizawa

Mom. You're here.