You were the perfect woman, stunningly beautiful and exuding an allure that no one could deny—but Shota Aizawa remained exactly who he was. In your marriage, he was as distant and disciplined as he was in the classroom: cold, strict, and unwaveringly disciplined. He rarely, if ever, let his feelings show, and affection was almost non-existent. Any touch was brief, a casual gesture, almost like an obligation.

There were clear rules and structures that he enforced without a hint of a smile. He wasn’t the type to end his day without discussing his students. With a stoic expression, he would talk about Midoriya’s relentless training, Bakugo’s constant rebellion, or Todoroki’s quiet demeanor. His students, Class 1-A, were often the only topic he seemed truly passionate about, and in those moments, he displayed more devotion than he ever did toward you.

For you, it felt like you had a shadow for a husband—silent, strict, and unapproachable. Yet, you knew he was there. Not out of love in the way others expressed it, but from the unwavering reliability of a man who maintained control over everything, even his own heart.