Chapter 5
Miruko

SLAM!

"YO, ERASER!"

Ashido's shoulders hunch up at the loud and sudden noises. Looking up at the class invader and a wide smile quickly blooms on her lips.

"It's Pro Hero Miruko!"

"It's Miruko!"

"Miruko!"

"Yo, brats!" Miruko gives them a salute with a feral grin on her face.

Wow! To have one of the top five Pro Heroes of all Japan to be here in their class! There must be something special to happen today! Miruko must've entered a second too early before Mr. Aizawa could announce it.

"Why are you here, Miruko?"

She quickly turns her attention back to Mr. Aizawa, her feature dies down into confusion. So there's nothing special going on today?

Then, why is Miruko here?

The Rabbit Hero cackles as she slams the door closes behind her.

"What? Can't I drop by to see my husband at work?"

…

Wait…

"HUSBAND?!" she screams at the top of her lungs, caring very little if she hurt anyone because did she hear Miruko correctly?!

"Wait?!"

"HOLD ON FOR A MINUTE!"

"MR. AIZAWA IS MARRIED?!"

"SOMEONE MARRIED MR. AIZAWA?!"

"Rumi," Mr. Aizawa says with an exasperated tone as he gives Miruko a glare. That causes her to squeal because Mr. Aizawa had called Pro Hero Miruko by her first name!

"Mr. Aizawa and Miruko are MARRIED!" she squeals and hears her female friends doing the same. Oh they are so going to interrogate Mr. Aizawa with this!

"What is it this time you're whining about?" Miruko asks with a huge roll of her eyes.

"I had specifically said to not casually drop personal info," Mr. Aizawa answers with a stern tone. She sees Miruko raises an eyebrow and gives Mr. Aizawa (Miruko's husband!) a smirk.

"Oh really? If I recall you had pretty much told to a room full of Heroes that "The A in class 1-A stands for Aizawa which means they are mine" and th- HMPH!" Miruko's words gets cut off when a familiar grey fabric suddenly wraps around her mouth.

"Rumi!" Mr. Aizawa hisses out. One hand is gripping onto the scarf that wrapped around Miruko's mouth, and Miruko is struggling to take off said scarf. "Stop saying nonsense!"

"Guh- Like jackshit it was nonsens- HMPH!" Miruko's momentary freedom only lasts a few seconds before the scarf wraps around her mouth once more.

"MR. AIZAWA!" she screams at him to gain his attention.

"What?" He finally turns away from Miruko (MR. AIZAWA'S WIFE!) to glare at her. Any other day she would've subdued down but today is not any other day. Today is the day she finds something incredible and she will not let this one go.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND MIRUKO HAD BEEN MARRIED?!"

"Irrelevant question," Mr. Aizawa replies, expertly ignoring the thrashing and very much fuming Miruko stuck at the end of his scarf. "And speaking about questions, I hope all of you are ready for the test by Ectoplasm later."

"But Mr. Aizawa!" she hears Hagakure whines.

"And speaking about the current situation."

She feels her spine straightens as the noise instantly stops. Dread feels her being because while she had received quite an information drop, this is Mr. Aizawa and he is terrifying.

"If I ever hear a word of our relationship status getting out of those mouths of yours, there will be consequences," Mr. Aizawa says with a threatening voice. She feels her body shakes at the death glare he is giving out to everyone, especially to her. "Am I understood?" His eyes flash red.

"Yes sir, Mr. Aizawa, sir!"

"Good."

Mr. Aizawa then suddenly yanks Miruko to him and catches her without looking before putting her under the arm, pinning her arms to her side. His scarf is still firmly around her mouth. Now Miruko looks undignified, squirming even more but Mr. Aizawa is unbothered while holding her without breaking a sweat.

Then he walks over the door and slides it open, caring very little that he had knocked Miruko into the door on his way out. Veins pop out from her temple and she squirms harder, yet Mr. Aizawa is completely unbothered. Her homeroom teacher closes the door behind him and almost immediately, the noise returns with vengeance.

"DUDE!"

"Mr. Aizawa is married?!"

"And it's with Miruko too!"

"Mr. Aizawa and Miruko are husband and wife!"

"The unknown Underground Hero and the top Limelight Hero!"

"The dweller in darkness and the knight is shining armor!"

"This is some fantasy type romance!"

"We need answers!" she shouts to everyone and the immediate responses suggest everyone agrees. "We can't ask Mr. Aizawa or else we die."

Everyone shudders.

"So we need to ask Miruko instead!"

"Yeah!"

When she hears the door sliding open, everyone is already in their seats and the noise instantly disappears. Ectoplasm walks in but his head is turned as if he is looking at something coming from outside. He only finally looks away once he closes the door behind him.

"Why is Eraserhead carrying Miruko?" Ectoplasm asks the class, the confusion is very evident in his tone. So that was what he was looking at.

She's about to answer his question, very excited at the revelation but quickly stops herself.

Mr. Aizawa's glare comes to her mind.

She closes her mouth.

"No one?" Ectoplasm says, looking around the class. It looks like everyone is thinking the same and wisely keeps their mouths shut. "Alright then," Ectoplasm sighs in defeat.

Though, Ectoplasm's confusion really said something. He doesn't know that Mr. Aizawa is married? And to Miruko, that is? Then again, so does her and her friends. So who else know about their status?

"Put your notes away. It's the promised test I told everyone to prepare."

"Wait, there's a test?!"

.

She shuffles her feet as she and her friends make their way to the dorm. Her mood is on the gloomy side because throughout the entire day, no one could find Miruko anywhere. They were hoping she would be on school ground for a while, but they had been going around between classes and during lunchtime. Yet she was nowhere to be found.

She must've left early.

And that sucks because how can she get some juicy details from her?! Mr. Aizawa will never tell her about his relationship and he made it very clear. Even if he will, he won't give in the details ever.

Though, interestingly, Mr. Aizawa was also missing the entire day.

They must've gone on a date.

That lifts her mood a bit, bringing a smile to her face. They must be going somewhere in secret! They're probably holding hands!

She tries not to squeal out loud or else her friends might think she's a weirdo.

She decides to drop by the common area to grab a few things before she heads to her bedroom. A few of her friends join along while the rest heads to their respective floor. She heads to the kitchen area to grab a drink.

She instantly stops in her track because…

"MIRUKO! You're here!"

"Yo, brat!" The Pro Hero gives her a salute as she stands by the fridge, holding it open with open hand.

"Wait, Miruko's here!"

"It's Miruko!"

"Guys, Miruko's here!"

"Manly!"

She hears her friends rush into the kitchen. Miruko gives everyone another salute and a wide grin. She realizes that the Pro Hero is not wearing her usual white costume. Instead, she's wearing a long sleeve shirt and pink sweatpants.

The outfit looks very familiar. Isn't that what Mr. Aizawa usually wears? Well, it wouldn't be a very big deal because they're married (married!) but it is very cute! The wife is wearing the husband's clothes!

"What're you doing here, Miruko?" she hears Uraraka asks.

"Can't have a Hero take her down moment here?" Miruko asks back as she turns back to the fridge and takes out a carton of carrot juice before closing the fridge door. There's carrot juice here?

The mood quickly drops when Miruko limps from the fridge to the dining room.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?!"

"Are you hurt?!"

"Expel your worry out the window, you hellions!" Miruko instantly answers as she waves a hand in a wild dismissal gesture. "Nothing can take me down easily. I'm just a little sore," she says while carefully sitting down in a chair. Everyone releases a huge sigh of relief before the mood lifts back higher.

"It must be some intense training for the number five Hero to be sore!" she hears Kirishima comments loudly.

"…Yeah, training. Let's go with that," Miruko says as she takes a slurp from the straw of her juice. That would explain her absence earlier.

"Wait, is that Miruko?!"

"It's Miruko!"

"Miruko's here!"

Well there are the rest of her friends coming down.

"Rumi."

And there's her teacher.

"Well hello darling," Miruko says in a smooth voice as Mr. Aizawa walks into the kitchen along with the rest of her friends. He gives Miruko a raised eyebrow while Miruko merely puts an elbow on the table and supports her head in her palm.

"Still trying to give me a hard time?"

"Oh, I just did."

"Rumi."

"Alright, alright. I'll stop, sheesh." Miruko rolls her eyes before they land back on Mr. Aizawa. "…for now." Mr. Aizawa lets out a groan.

"And could you please give me those clothes before you leave? You already have 8 pairs of them and I am running out."

"Then take them off of me then."

"Rumi."

"Fine! You're no fun sometimes." Miruko pouts before taking another slurp, while Mr. Aizawa merely sighs. "Are you going to cook dinner, Shou? It's been a good buttfuck number of days since I taste your cooking."

"Yeah, yeah," Mr. Aizawa grumbles as he walks over to the stove while grabbing an apron along the way. Her friends are moving away from the area to give him some space to work with. "I guess I cook for everyone tonight while at it."

"And speaking about cooking." Miruko gives everyone a smirk while Mr. Aizawa lets out another groan. "Did you brats know he can't cook before?" Miruko reveals with a cackle.

"Well…" she hears a few of her friends start hesitantly at the same time while some are not saying it out loud. She knows because she's thinking the same.

"I'm offended," she hears Mr. Aizawa interrupts who seems to know what had crossed their minds. She and her friends let out a nervous chuckle.

"We know that he starts cooking for us after we rescued Eri," she hears Asui says instead of directly answer the question.

"Well that's because he started cooking for Eri!" Miruko almost yells as her face contorts into a scowl of displeasure. "Can you believe that? The last two years we had been married, and the three years of us dating, he only started cooking when Eri is involved. He would never cook for me!"

"You had my meals before that."

"Oh I had your meals alright, it's very meaty."

"Rumi stop. Not in front of the kids."

"And his cooking was fucking bad when he started learning! I knew it all because I was the guinea pig!"

"Rumi," Mr. Aizawa groans while Miruko cackles louder. She and her friends laugh at the revelation.

"How did it all begin?" she hears Hagakure asks excitedly. She and the rest of her female friends immediately lean in. They're giddy to hear this juicy information. She's surprised when Miruko grimaces and then groans.

"She had mistaken me for a Villain and tried to apprehend me, on multiple occasions." She could practically hear the smirk in Mr. Aizawa's voice as he continues to cook.

"You were running away, you fuck!" Miruko yells as she points at Mr. Aizawa in accusation. Mr. Aizawa then turns around and lazily points a spatula back at her.

"I tried to explain it to you but you wouldn't listen." He turns back to tend the pot on the stove. "And I was on patrol during those times so I could not afford to stray away from my area."

"How did you two clear up the misunderstanding?" she hears Yaoyorozu asks curiously.

"I took her down and brought her to the police station to have them explain it to her."

"No, asshole!" Miruko slams a fist onto the dining table, causing her juice box to jumps a few inches before landing safely. "I took YOU down and brought you to the police station only for them to explain it to me!"

"I don't remember such occurrence."

"Of fucking course you didn't."

"Someone grab me the sauce from the shelf since everyone is here."

"I'll get it!" Uraraka gets up and heads to the shelf where said sauce is placed. She notices that Miruko pouts when Mr. Aizawa pushed the conversation aside. Then she watches curiously as the Pro Hero grabs her juice box before chucks it directly at Mr. Aizawa's head, but her homeroom teacher immediately catches it without turning before it could hit him.

"Interrupting the person who is currently cooking is hazardous."

"What are you going to do, ground me?"

Mr. Aizawa slowly turns around and stares at Miruko.

"Don't you fucking dare," Miruko growls. Mr. Aizawa merely raises an eyebrow. "Don't you fucking dare!"

She looks at Mr. Aizawa and Miruko back and forth, confused at the interaction. What's up with them? Are they silently communicating? Well, they are married so she guesses they can communicate without words at times.

"Sheesh, you're such a killjoy sometimes," Miruko says as she slumps onto the table with a pout.

"You married me," Mr. Aizawa simply replies as he gets back to the cooking, now with Uraraka's assistance.

She notices a soft smile blooms on Miruko's lips.

"Yeah, I did."

.

"Can I stay here tonight? It's fucking boring there at home with you not there."

"I will not let you stay in one of the spare dorms near my kids. I don't want you to infect them with germs."

"What the living fuck you mean "infect them with germs"? It's not like we're currently being hit by global pandemic and everyone is forced to lock inside or something!"

It's after dinner and everyone is content, stuffed with meals cooked by Mr. Aizawa (they're so good!). It's Midoriya and Iida's turn to wash the dishes for tonight. Most of her friends are either in the living room or back to their bedrooms respectively. The rest are still hanging out around the kitchen, still excited to be with Miruko mainly because she's Mr. Aizawa's wife!

"Then where should I stay then?" Miruko asks her husband, who is sitting right next to her. She has her chin in her hand, propped by her elbow on the table.

She had expected the married couple to feed each other romantically, but she witnessed Miruko messily inhaled her food in a single gulp while Mr. Aizawa takes his time with his. It makes her pout a little because she wants to see the love Mr. Aizawa and Miruko share but she got very little to absolute none.

Then again, this is Mr. Aizawa she's talking about. He's a very private person, so maybe he's only romantic to his wife when they are alone. It's a possibility; that lifts her mood a little bit.

"Just use my room. It's logical that way," Mr. Aizawa answers, leaning back into his chair and closes his eyes.

She realizes that Mr. Aizawa looks… relaxed. In fact, this is probably the first time she had seen him not doing anything. Usually, he would have some papers ready to grade and a laptop nearby. Even after dinner, as soon as he finished eating, his hands are busy.

Maybe it's because Miruko's here? Maybe it's because he wants to be Miruko rather than busying himself? Maybe he really is secretly romantic.

"But Shou," Miruko starts with a cheeky tone and a cheeky smile. "There is only one bed in your bedroom. How would we handle that?"

"Rumi, we're married," Mr. Aizawa answers with a blank tone, to which Miruko lets out a roaring laugh.

"Yes we are!"

"Then go to your room." That effectively stops Miruko's laugh and she stares at him with wide confused eyes.

"What? Why?"

"Can't have you spill more of my secrets."

"Aww, but Mr. Aizawa!" she and her friends whine at their teachers. That's just boring! She wants more! She needs more! He can't just stop them!

"Shut it."

She pouts and now slumps onto the table. She notices a few of her friends doing the same thing too.

"Rumi, get going."

"Can't get up properly. I'm sore, thanks to you."

Mr. Aizawa and Miruko were training together earlier?

They watch as Aizawa opens his eyes to roll them and releases a sigh. He stands up from his chair and turns towards his wife. Then, he puts his arms behind her legs and her back and effortlessly pulls her up to his chest.

"Mr. Aizawa! You look so romantic with Miruko like that!"

"Manly!"

"I've always known you're secretly a romantic," she hears Miruko teases before dropping a kiss on his jaw. She and everyone squeal in delight because romance! "This is how he carried me on our wedding, kids!" Miruko shouts at them from Mr. Aizawa's arms. "Mainly because we did it before AND after the wedding."

"Stop that." Mr. Aizawa jolts his arms around, causing Miruko to jostle a bit and releases a grunt. The Pro Hero gives him a glare before leaning into his shoulder. Then, Mr. Aizawa turns towards them. "Behave yourself tonight or I will know."

"Yes sir, Mr. Aizawa, sir!"

"Good. We'll be going now."

Mr. Aizawa then turns around and walks out the kitchen and towards the elevator, with Miruko firmly in his arms. She leans over to keep her eyes on the married couple and keeps her ears open, wanting to milk the moment as much as possible.

"Love you, Shou."

She gasps! Miruko had said the L-word!

"…Love you too, Rumi."

…Holy… Shit…

She looks around to her friends. She wants to know if she had heard correctly or she was hallucinating. She notices all of them are red on the face. Some has their hands over their mouths. Yaoyorozu is fanning herself with her hands, being the reddest among all.

"Did you realize you had been calling them your kids?"

"I said no such thing."

Their voices finally get cut off once they enter the elevator and the doors close. Then, the room explodes with multitude of noises but share one topic.

"DUDE! Mr. Aizawa is freaking married!"

"And to Miruko too!"

"A top Pro Hero!"

"I can't believe Mr. Aizawa and Miruko are married."

"I can't believe Mr. Aizawa can be so romantic!"

"I'm more surprised that nobody knows they're married."

"This is Mr. Aizawa we're talking about. He knows how to keep it away from public eyes."

Everyone murmurs in agreement.

"…I wonder what kind of training Miruko had with Mr. Aizawa to leave her so sore she couldn't walk."

All noise grinds to a halt.

The room is now instantly filled with deafening silence.

Everyone freezes in horror.

"Holy shit they were fu-"

"S-SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

You really think I won't include this rarepair that I ship so hard? Think again!

I am not ashamed and I am not sorry.