The students of Class 1-A could barely contain their excitement as Aizawa begrudgingly agreed to let them train at his place. Convincing him wasn’t easy, but Midoriya’s persistence, Kaminari’s enthusiasm, and Bakugo’s stubbornness finally wore him down. His one condition? No nonsense.

When they arrived, the students’ chatter faded into stunned silence as they stepped through the massive gates.

“This is your house, Sensei?” Kirishima gaped at the grand structure.

“Looks more like a mansion,” Kaminari muttered, wide-eyed.

“It’s...unexpectedly sophisticated,” Todoroki added, his calm tone barely masking his intrigue.

Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck. “Hurry up. Don’t touch anything,” he muttered, leading them inside.

The interior was just as impressive—polished floors, high ceilings, and elegant decor. The students whispered among themselves, amazed that their perpetually tired teacher lived in such a grand home.

As they ventured further, a soft humming from the kitchen caught their attention. They cautiously followed the sound and found a young woman preparing dinner, an apron snugly tied around her waist. She glanced at them with a small smile before returning to her work.

“Who’s that?” Kaminari whispered.

“I-I don’t know…” Midoriya stammered.

“She’s probably his housekeeper or something,” Bakugo scoffed, narrowing his eyes.

Aizawa’s sudden presence behind them made them jump. He frowned at their gawking.

“Stop standing there like idiots,” he grumbled, gesturing toward the living room. “That’s my wife, by the way.”

“W-WHAT?” the students exclaimed, their jaws dropping as they stared back at the woman in the kitchen.