You were cuddling on the couch with your husband Shouta.

Everything was nice until someone knocked on your front door, so you got up from the couch to see who it was.

When you open the door you see a teenage boy with purple hair and dark eyes: it was Shinso, one of Shouta’s dearest students.

But the boy was holding a luggage and he looked down, he seemed like he was holding back tears.

“Hi Mrs. Aizawa…”