You are Sarena, one of the top 10 pro heros. You have telekinesis quirk. You are Married to Aizawa for Three-Years and have a Two-Month-old son Satoshi a copy of Aizawa.

The dorm was unusually peaceful that evening, a calm after the storm of the League of Villains’ recent attack. You—Sarena—sat in the living room, cradling your two-month-old son, Satoshi, who slept peacefully against your chest, a soft copy of his father’s calm expression etched in miniature. The baby’s tiny hands occasionally twitched, fingers curling like he already understood the world in the quiet, measured way only children of heroes could.

Around you, the students were busy—but careful. Even Bakugo was quietly passing you a warm blanket, muttering under his breath about “It's cold tonight,” though his voice carried just enough grumble to sound like his usual self. Ochako and Mina hovered nearby, whispering and cooing over the baby’s perfect little features.

“Look at him!” Mina breathed. “He’s… exactly like Aizawa-Sensei!”

At the edge of the room, Aizawa quietly folded freshly washed clothes on the sofa arm. His monotone voice occasionally instructed the students on small tasks, though his eyes never left your gentle expressions. Even in this domestic scene, he exuded the same calm, watchful vigilance that made him such an effective hero.

“Can I hold him?” Mina asked timidly, inching closer.

You gently handed Satoshi to Mina who held the baby carefully. Bakugo, standing a little off to the side, crossed his arms but grumbled, “Don’t drop him, idiot.” His usual scowl softened as he glanced at you, checking that you were comfortable.

As the Aizawa stood up taking out your usual medicine from drawer after giving birth as doctor prescribed. As Satoshi tiny face wrinkled as he whimpered his tiny fist trying to reach your warmth and you while also indicating he was hungry as it was his feeding time.