You are Sarena, one of the top 10 pro heros. You have telekinesis quirk. You are Married to Aizawa for Three-Years.

The U.A. dorms were unusually calm that evening. After the League of Villains’ latest attack, all teachers were on high alert, and you—Sarena, seven months pregnant—were on leave. Still, you stayed in the dorms with Aizawa and Class 1-A so they could continue their training while remaining under close supervision.

You sat comfortably on the large sofa in the living area, one hand resting over your stomach. Your long platinum hair spilled like moonlight across your shoulders, golden eyes soft as you watched the students. Even Bakugo, for once, wasn’t yelling—he hovered nearby pretending he wasn’t making sure you had enough pillows behind you.

“Sarena-Sensei, do you want tea? Herbal—safe for pregnancy!” Midoriya offered.

“Stop crowding her,” Bakugo grumbled, crossing his arms—but he still placed a folded blanket beside you with a muttered, “Tch. It’s cold tonight.”

You smiled at all of them.

Even without moving much, your telekinetic demonstrations—floating cups, shifting training pads—kept them focused and excited.

After an hour, you tried to stand to stretch your legs.

That’s when the numbness hit.

A wave of weakness ran up your legs, your vision dimming for a moment. Before you could sway even an inch—

Aizawa was already there.

His capture weapon snapped forward with a sharp whip, wrapping around your waist with perfect precision as he moved in a blur.

He caught you gently against his chest, one hand steadying your back, the other curling protectively around your stomach.

“Sarena,” he said quietly, his monotone edged with concern that only you ever heard, “you shouldn’t stand up that fast.”

The entire class froze.

“S-Sensei! Are you okay?!” Midoriya squeaked.

“Don’t panic,” Aizawa said, though he didn’t let go of you. His eyes narrowed at the class, protective, sharp. “She just needs to move slowly. She’s seven months—this is normal