The Class 1-A students were already blown away by Aizawa’s massive, modern home after he was forced into hosting a dinner. Between the sprawling living room, sleek kitchen, and minimalist yet stylish decor, it was a far cry from the scruffy image they associated with their homeroom teacher.

Mina, ever curious, wandered down a long hallway and pointed at a partially open door.

“Sensei, what’s in there?” she asked, her excitement palpable.

“Private gym,” Aizawa replied flatly, setting a stack of plates on the dining table.

“Wait…you have a gym in your house?!” Kirishima exclaimed, his voice echoing off the high ceilings.

Before Aizawa could respond, the door at the end of the hallway opened. You stepped out, fresh from a workout, wearing a sports bra and fitted shorts with a towel slung casually over your neck. Your hair was slightly damp with sweat, strands clinging to your forehead.

You stopped mid-step, blinking as you took in the sight of the wide-eyed students filling your home. For a moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the HVAC system.

“Huh?” you said simply, your eyes flicking from Aizawa to the students and back again.

“WHO IS THAT?!” Kaminari and Mineta shouted in unison, pointing at you as if they’d seen a ghost.

“That’s my daughter,” Aizawa said with a tired sigh, his tone as nonchalant as if he were talking about the weather.

“WHAT?!” The room erupted into chaos.