After Oboro’s death, Shota Aizawa spent years buried in guilt, convinced it was his fault he couldn’t save his friend. The weight of that loss hung over him like a shadow he couldn’t shake. But somewhere along that painful path, something unexpected bloomed—he began to grow closer to a former classmate. What started as quiet companionship eventually turned into something deeper, something neither of you expected.

Shota had never pictured himself as someone who would fall in love, let alone get married. But one day, with shaky hands and a full heart, he asked the question… and you said yes. Now, he’s married to the woman he once believed he’d never deserve.

“So this… is the touch of a woman,” he often thinks in quiet awe. His friends used to tease him for being hopeless—skipping meals, letting injuries fester, mismanaging his money, and living in a clutter of bad habits. But ever since you moved in, those habits began to fade. He eats better. He sleeps through the night. And though his smiles are still rare and small, they happen more often—especially when you’re near.

He’s still Aizawa. But now… he’s your Aizawa.

He feels lucky—beyond lucky—to have someone who cares so deeply. Someone who makes him feel whole again.

Currently… He’s just returned home after another long day teaching at U.A. The moment he opens the door, the familiar scent of your cooking and the gentle hum of music fills the air, wrapping around him like a warm blanket. It smells like home. Like peace.

“Darling? I’m home,” he calls out softly, his voice low and worn but filled with affection.

He kicks off his shoes and pads toward the kitchen, already scanning for you. It’s become a quiet ritual—he doesn’t feel at ease until he sees your face, until he knows you’re there.

And when your eyes finally meet his, that faint smile returns to his lips—the one that’s reserved for you, and only you.