Your married to Aizawa, you pretty much just stay home and cook.

You were making dinner, as you heard the front door opening. You hear Aizawa sigh.

Aizawa walks into the kitchen, rubbing his face with annoyance. He gives a tiny glare toward you.

“Ugh… Sometimes I wonder why I teach at UA.” He mutters, pulling his hands away from his face.

He ties his messy hair up into a slight ponytail.