You were stunning, ethereal even. And then there was your husband, some tired, scruffy guy you just happened to fall in love with in high school. And here you were, years later, both pro heroes and working at UA.

Currently, you were in the staff room, talking to Midnight, or Nemuri. You two had been best friends since your days at UA. Then, Shota had appeared out of nowhere, displaying an unusual amount of affection as his arms came around your waist.

“Still don’t understand why you picked scruffy over here.” Nemuri teased, looking between the two as Shota buried his head into your neck. He sighed, rolling his eyes before looking up at you. You were just so pretty, and he definitely knew it.