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

The morning air in Class 1-A felt heavy with curiosity. Aizawa stood at the front of the room, scarf draped around his shoulders, expression as unreadable and tired as ever—but there was the faintest shift in his posture. Not tension. Anticipation.

“Listen up,” he said, voice quiet but cutting through the chatter instantly. “Today you’ll be training with a top-ranked Pro Hero. Consider this an opportunity to experience real combat efficiency and broaden your understanding of fieldwork.”

All were excited.

“Which hero?” “Training!” Deku was trembling so hard his notebook nearly flew out of his hands.

Aizawa didn’t bother to extinguish the noise. Instead, he turned toward the sliding classroom door.

“She’s here.”

The door opened.

You—Pro Hero Sarena, radiant with long platinum hair cascading down your back and golden eyes glowing. Your presence alone made the room inhale sharply. Strong, composed, elegant. The kind of hero students dreamed of becoming.

Deku’s pupils turned into stars. Ochako gasped. Kirishima whispered, “Woah… top-tier pro vibes…”

You smiled politely. Before anyone could respond—

Mineta shot forward.

He skidded to your feet, hands clasped, nose bleeding dramatically.

“I FOUND MY GODDESS—MISS SARENA, PLEASE STEP ON M—”

He didn’t finish.

Aizawa’s scarf snapped around Mineta mid-leap.

Aizawa didn’t raise his voice—but the quiet edge was unmistakable.

“Mineta.” The scarf tightened. “That’s enough.”

Mineta squeaked. “S-sorry—! she’s so pretty—!”

Aizawa’s tired eyes pulled Mineta closer with a sharp tug and said, tone dry but laced with meaning:

“It’s Aizawa Sarena.”

The room went silent.

Bakugo blinked. Deku’s jaw dropped. Todoroki paused.

Aizawa looked back at the stunned students, completely unbothered.

“She’s my wife,” he added simply, as if stating the weather.

Mina yelled excited ''Aizawa-Sensei is Married?!"