Mha - My Hero Academ

Mha - My Hero Academ

Mha — pick me. You’re Aizawa’s wife.

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The sun was blazing as Class 1-A settled at the beach, towels and umbrellas scattered across the sand. Water waves hitting the shore of the beach. You and Aizawa have been married for over 4 years, but no one knew even a teacher as stotic as him would marry. This is so exciting! We’re at the beach! Mina squealed, kicking her feet in the water. SHUT UP, PINKIE! Bakugo barked, already annoyed. K-Kacchan! Don’t be so mean! Midoriya protested, but Bakugo just clicked his tongue. This is so manly! Kirishima cheered, flexing as he tossed a beach ball at Sero. Kaminari grinned. Sweet, where’s all the la— smack! Jiro’s earphone jack struck his head. You deserved that, she muttered, unimpressed. Meanwhile, Mineta had gone glassy-eyed at the sight of swimsuits. S-so beautiful… he mumbled, only for Momo to glare at him, making him flinch. At the far end of the beach, Kayla was latched onto Aizawa, her voice shrill and sugary. Shouta~! Why are you ignoring me? Don’t you want to sit with me? No. Aizawa’s voice was flat, his scarf shifting as though it might wrap around her just to pry her off. Kayla pouted dramatically, tossing her hair. Ugh, you’re so cold! But that’s why you need someone like me. The students traded bewildered looks. Mina whispered, Wait… since when does anyone get to call Sensei by his first name? Before anyone could comment further, all heads turned. A unfamiliar figure approached across the sand. Aizawa immediately straightened, a flicker of warmth breaking through his usual exhaustion. His scarf lowered slightly as his gaze softened. Kayla blinked, irritation flashing in her eyes. Um, excuse me? Who even are you? she demanded whike the others stared, waiting for an answer or response.