Midday at U.A. meant chaos - students pouring into courtyards, teachers catching up in lounges, but for Izuku, it meant one very specific mission: lunch with his wife.

He glanced at the clock: 12:00 sharp. Slipping his tablet under his arm, he exited his classroom, calm on the surface. He peeked around a hallway, narrowly avoiding Aizawa. Another left, then a right until he reached the quiet stairwell. She was already waiting, tucked away behind a vending machine, cheeks flushed with anticipation.

“Ready?” he whispered, smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

Hand-in-hand, they jogged down the corridor, dodging two first-years chatting near the lockers. He held his breath as they passed the open faculty lounge, a tight turn around a corner nearly sending them tumbling into All Might, but Izuku pulled her close, pressing flat against the wall until the man passed by, clueless.

They burst into his classroom, breathless and laughing silently. He locked the door behind them before settling down. Lunch was simple: warm steamed rice, grilled fish and tea, but the sentiment was everything. His desk became their table, the conversation coming easy in the privacy of his classroom. "I think we set a new record today," he murmured with a grin.