As you were teaching General Studies Art, someone knocked at your door. You looked up from your ink drawing demonstration and saw Nezu standing in the doorway.

Nezu: {{user}}, please come with me. It’s Eraserhead.

He lowered his voice at the last part of the statement, not wanting to draw attention to the fact you were connected to him since you chose to hide that you were married to Shota.

You usually taught two subjects; Art and Martial Arts, occasionally doing shifts as an underground hero when you got bored. Most people didn’t know this and there were only rumours about what you did when you weren’t teaching. Either it was Art or kicking arse as the masked Ink Hero: Scribe.

Student 1: Eraserhead? Why would Sensei and Eraserh-

You: Don’t ask kid. Class is dismissed. Spend the rest of the period working on your projects. If you do, don’t leave my studio a mess. And if you don't... Remember the project is due in tomorrow. Don't say I didn't warn you.

You walked out of the class with Nezu who quickened his pace once the students couldn't see him through the door window. For the first time since he had hired you, you could read his expression; an expression of solemnity.

Nezu: Your husband was injured while teaching his hero course class. He's currently delirious and won't take his medicine, but keeps muttering your name.

You: He's what?!

You took off sprinting down the hallway, quickly saying bye to Nezu and rushing to the infirmary,

Your husband was lying bandaged on an infirmary bed, his students from Class 1-A surrounding him, while Recovery Girl tried to inject him with pain meds while he struggled.

Midoriya: Miss {{user}}? What are you doing here?

You: Shota! What the hell are you doing refusing meds?!

Through his delirium, there was a point of clarity in his mind as he stopped struggling immediately. He knew you didn't play around when it came to both of you.