Katrina adjusted her feet on the stool she was using to prop her feet. The door slide open. Katrina didn't bother to look up as it would be any student needing to be helped. A familiar monotone voice spoke, "Kat, when you were with those students, did you by chance implanted in their heads to have you as a guest to the class?"

Recovery Girl looked over at the pregnant woman. Katrina glanced up and shook her head, "No. I simply told them how to take care of themselves while training from a health and medical stand point. They also don't know I'm YOUR wife."

Aizawa's lips turned into a frown. He crossed his arms, "Well the boys requested to have you as a guest. They thought the others should know as well."

Katrina looked down at her swollen ankles and feet. Her lips turned upside down, "I wish I could but I'm stuck being stationary right now."

Her husband's brows knitted together. He started to look worried. He walked over and knelt down so his eyes were eye level to hers. Recovery Girl waved her hand at the worried father to be, "She's fine. Her ankles and feet are swollen. She had to take her shoes off due to how much it was causing her pain."

Aizawa glanced briefly at Recovery Girl. His lips went into a firm line. She gave him a soft smile, "I'm alright. They're alright. It's just one of the many many perks of being pregnant."

Her husband stood up without breaking eye contact with his wife. He broke it after a while turning to the door, "I'll tell them you are unable. I don't want you moving if your feet are in pain."

Recovery Girl cleared her throat, "I do have a wheelchair available if you need to. Class 1-A is a rowdy bunch."

Aizawa turned his head to the older woman. He was hoping there was no other way for his wife to join him in the classroom. Katrina chuckled, "I'm sure his kids would be fine without a guest."

Recovery Girl's eyes haven't left the 1-A homeroom teacher's form. The older woman's voice made him flinch, just barely, "They're going to burst in here startling your poor wife which would spike her blood pressure. Who knows that might be the spike to induce her..."

It seemed those were the magic words. Her husband went to the supply closet pulling out the wheelchair the best he could. Recovery Girl had to help him pull it out. Katrina huffed, "Shouta I swear they aren't going to come with one spike. I understand we want them to grow a little more inside but I think this is out of hand."

He already had the wheelchair propped open, thanks to Recovery Girl. He placed her shoes and purse in the back pocket. Aizawa's tired eyes met hers, "I wouldn't want to risk it, Katrina. Now let's get this over with. They have a long free period due to the festival coming up next week."

Her lips stayed in a frown as he helped her transition from the chair to the wheelchair. She grumbled, "You're still injured and wrapped up like a mummy and you're doing this."

Katrina situated herself in the wheelchair. She felt his presence get closer to the wheelchair. Before he could push, she rolled the wheels forward, "Nu uh! You're hurt. I'm just swollen. I'll roll myself there. It's not far anyways."

Shouta could tell she was starting to get irritated with him. He was irritated with his class who wouldn't talk about his wife. It made him have to get her when they knew she was on campus. Shouta silently walked beside his wife. Recovery Girl called out, "Have fun, Grace!"

Once they were in the hall, Aizawa kept in pace with his wife as she rolled herself towards his classroom. Aizawa didn't like the silence, "I'm sorry."

She pushed the wheels forward. She glanced up at him, "It's okay. We are both terrified for them to come. Especially when we got told that they would be coming early from the preeclampsia and now they are multiples. I'm in a high-risk pregnancy. We cannot change that fact. When they come, they'll come. I already know you're going to be a great father with how you treat your students. You care."

Aizawa stopped his walk. When she didn't hear his footsteps or see him at the corner of her eye, she stopped rolling. She pushed the right wheel to turn left to look behind. Aizawa breathed out, "Kat. Wait."

He walked to her. He pressed his bandaged lips to her forehead. He mumbled, "Thank you."

A smile appeared on her face. She pulled away. His wife reached up to lightly tug on his capture scarf. She didn't need to see to know that her husband was biting his bottom lip. The couple made the capture scarf into a kink when they first started to get intimate with each other. Her lips touched his bandaged lips. She released the hero with a smile on her face, "Like I said you'll be a great father, now we should probably head to your class before they start to get rowdy. I do wonder what your class is like."

Katrina started to turn her wheelchair back around. He spoke under his breath, "Lucky you are pregnant and I'm healing."

The two stayed silent walking towards his classroom till they stopped in front of the tall door. Aizawa had time to bury the want down. The homeroom teacher stared at the door with 1-A in big red letters imprinted on it. Katrina cleared her throat, "You know we have to go in."

Aizawa glanced down to her, "I don't want you to meet them but they were being little pests about it."

Katrina smiled teasingly, "See you do like them. Now let's go."

Aizawa let out a haggard sigh as he opened the classroom door. His voice commanded his class, "Alright you guys, quiet. I was able to get her to come in."

Her husband looked at her on the other side of the open door. His silent command of come in urged her forward. A familiar red head shot up his seat when he saw she was in the wheelchair, "Are you okay, Miss Katrina?"

She chuckled. She stopped once she was facing the class. Katrina pointed to her feet, "Ankles and feet are swollen. The joys of pregnancy."

Aizawa cleared his throat to gain the attention of his class, "I'll let her take control of the class now. Hopefully it'll be done after my nap is done."

Katrina met Shouta's eyes. She narrowed them before letting out a sigh. She clapped her hands together, "Alright so, I guess I'll get started."

Shouta made himself comfortable against the wall. He glanced at his wife once more before shutting his eyes to rest. The auburn haired woman started, "I hear you lot want to learn some health and medical stuff, huh?"

A raised hand caught her attention from a blue haired teen. Katrina pointed to him, "Ah yes?"

The blue teen stood up, "I'm curious on what does your knowledge have to do to help us?"

Katrina pursed her lips. The tips of her fingers tapped her chin in thought. She snapped her fingers as the thought 'came' to her, "Well you see, I'm a pro hero just like you guys are aspiring to be. I'm just like Eraserhead here, an underground hero. I do my work and stay out of the spotlight. Name's Saving Grace."

A green haired boy smiled widely, "Your quirk is wound and pain transferal, correct?"

Katrina raised her eyebrows. She was surprised on how the kid knew, "U-uh yes. Yes it is. I can take any would and pain from a person and give it to myself. I can also give pain and wounds to another person as long I have contact with them."

Kaminari hit his open palmed hand with his fist as he came to understand, "That's why Present Mic looked like he got kicked in the stomach last week."

Katrina nodded, "Correct. Moving on-."

A girl with earphone jacks for earlobes piped up, "Weren't you at USJ?"

Katrina licked her lips. She took a deep breath before answering, "I was. I was looking for someone. Anyways, heading back to topic... It's very important to keep your health in perfect condition when training. I heard the Sports Festival was coming up and we couldn't have you overdoing it before then. The Sports Festival, as I'm sure you lot seen on the television, can be pretty intense. Be sure to drink a lot of water. It helps replenish whatever you sweat out. Do not forget to use static stretching. It'll help cool you down from an intense work out which I presume you are going-."

Katrina paused wincing at the sudden sharp pain. Shouta, who was hidden from his class's view, opened his eyes when he didn't hear his wife's voice anymore. Katrina counted to 10 hoping the babe would move their limb away from her lower stomach. The class except Bakugo looked concerned. A female's voice asked out of concern, "Are you okay, Saving Grace?"

Katrina held up a finger to give her a moment. Aizawa asked pushing himself off of the wall," Hospital?"

The pregnant woman shook her head. Finally the pain went away just barely and she released the breath she didn't know she was holding. Her finger tips gingerly rubbed the now sore spot. The pain became just enough to be bearable. She laughed nervously, "Speaking of stretching, that was one hell of a stretch. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I presume you are going to train hard."

Katrina could feel her husband's eyes bore into her head. She continued to tell the students her tips on how to have a good workout and answered any questions they seemed to have.

Shouta's voice broke her thoughts, "I want you to go to the hospital."

She ignored his words by offering him a piece of food on her fork, "Open up."

Aizawa didn't seem to be going along with her. He looked past the food and at her, "I'm serious, Katrina."

Katrina rolled her eyes, "I already told you it was one of them stretching. It was not a contraction. It's way too early for such thing. Stop worrying. I'll definitely let you know if it was. Now eat."

Aizawa glared while he took a bit of her food. Midnight entered the staff room. She nearly squealed in delight, "Seeing Eraserhead being fed is a once in a life time thing! It looked too damn cute!"

Shouta turned his glare towards the purplette. Katrina scraped some more food onto the fork, "Midnight I rather not test his patience right now. The children and I are already doing that."

Midnight asked, "His students? What did they do?"

Katrina laughed while she held out her fork to Shouta, "No, I mean his unborn children. One of them decided to do yoga and stretch me out painfully. He thinks I should go to the hospital. I think not. Shouta, eat."

Aizawa frowned but he took a bite none the less. He couldn't help himself much. It was either go hungry and not eat or eat and keep sending glares to Midnight. He chose option B. Midnight placed her right hand on her hip pushing it to the left, "He may be right though. You should get checked out."

The red head boxed up the now empty food container. Katrina placed everything in her purse before speaking, "If it means so much to you two, I'll see if Recovery Girl check me out. I'm telling you and I'm the one with more medical knowledge than both of you combined that I am fine. It was a stretch, painful one that is but a stretch nonetheless."

Katrina was able to get the swelling down on her ankles and feet. She stood up, "Now if you excuse me, duty calls."

The bathroom frequency upped itself. One of the babies shifted so they are on her bladder. It felt like she couldn't keep anything inside her long enough before she had to go to the bathroom 15 minutes later. Midnight turned to the erasure hero once the healing hero left for the bathroom. She asked, "Isn't she due to the hospital anyways in a week or two?"

Aizawa spoke in monotone, "Yes. She will be under bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. Her condition and the fact we are now expecting twins increase her risk. They want to monitor her closely."

Midnight placed a finger on the side of her chin in thought. Shouta spoke before she had the time to ask, "I'll be staying at the hospital as well with her. I'll still be working here so no need for a substitute but our agency understands and placed me on leave. Now if you excuse me, I need to find Mic."

Katrina stayed to her word and got Recovery Girl to check her out to ease her husband's worries. A frown rested on her face. She would have to go to the hospital after all. The pregnant wife of Eraserhead hoped it was just a stretch and only a stretch. It seemed her muscle wall cramped up and continued to cramp up. She thought it was the urgency to use the bathroom due to the position of the babe but that didn't seem to be the case. Katrina closed her eyes and tried to count to 20. 20 seemed to be a good number to try to calm down her rising anxiety. Okay maybe the number 50.

A/N: I hope this is flowing well! I am by no means a doctor or nurse. I tried to look up this stuff as much as I can. What's happening to her now is very possible for women with preclampsia apparently. I try to keep it accurate. Let me know what you guys think though!