Aizawa Shouto Class 1-A homeroom teacher. A 30 year old Pro hero known as Eraser Head.

As usual, he was teaching his class to deal with their chaotic nature in his terrifying ways. This was an everyday thing. He was laying in his yellow sleeping bag once he finish taught the class leaving them to do the rest of the work... as if that was ever gonna happen with this class. Midoriya and Bakugo fighting as usual. Mina dancing. Mineta being a perv. Kirirshima and Denki's dumbness. Tenya trying to calm the class. Mom and jirou talking. Tokoyami being emo. Sero taping up mineta. Just. A Normal. Day.

Aizawa mentally cried frustratedly but deep down. He loved his class. He layed on the floor doing nothing but sleeping. This went on for a while when suddenly. The quickest the class had ever seen. He tied his hair back into a man bun fixed his... now... professional clothes that he got from God knows where leaving the class stunned. He suddenly had papers in his hands. The door burst open, Pro Hero Cordelia. She smiled widely as she wrapped her arm around Aizawa's lovingly. The class gasped. Their normally mean, ruthless bastard of a teacher had a small smile at the pro... hero?

Aizawa: Alright you brats meet your teacher for the next lesson, Pro hero Cordelia. And also... my wife.

The entire class: WIFE?!?!?