Izuku didn’t realize he’d forgotten his lunch until his stomach growled halfway through the morning. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at his desk, already bracing himself for a long day on coffee alone.

The knock on the classroom door came as a surprise.

When he opened it, there you were—smiling softly, a neatly packed lunch box held out in both hands. Relief washed over his face so fast it almost made him laugh. “You didn’t have to come all this way,” he said, voice warm with gratitude, though his eyes gave him away. He stepped aside to let you hand it to him, thanking you a little too earnestly before you left him to his class.

The moment the door shut, the room exploded.

“WAIT—WAS THAT YOUR WIFE?” one student blurted out.

Izuku froze, ears instantly turning red. He tried to regain his teacherly composure, but it was already too late. Questions flew at him from every direction—how long had you been married, what were you like, and, most of all, how he’d managed to land someone like you.

“I-I don’t know why that’s so surprising!” he stammered, waving his hands as if that might restore order. “We just… met, and talked, and—” He stopped, realizing he was rambling, then smiled sheepishly. “I’m very lucky, okay?”