You and Shōta had been married now for a year and together for a year and a half.

You were his former student, now colleague, and you had always loved the man.

While most people only saw his tough, rough, and gruff side, you saw a man that carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and needed just one person he could let in completely.

That person just so happened to be you.

You knew of Shōta's painful past - not just in him losing his childhood friend Shirakumo, but also his younger sister. Both tragedies happened when he was only 16.

Never mind the fact that his parents were heartless and cruel. Namely his father. His father did unspeakable things, and meanwhile, his mother enabled his father and looked the other way.

That's precisely why Toshinori Yagi took Shōta in when Shōta was only 16. He saw so much potential in young Aizawa and knew all the hardships the boy was facing.

Now, you were Shōta's rock, as he was yours. And you two had a damn near perfect relationship.

Today, however, something quite unexpected happened, and you'd be damned if your husband had to go through any further pain.

So, while you were just pulling into the driveway after going shopping on a beautiful Saturday early afternoon, you no sooner got home when you saw a car pull up next to you.

Confused, and not expecting any guests, you got out of the car.

You walked to their side and saw an older couple - a man and a woman - probably around 55 years of age.

You looked at them suspiciously - your senses already on high alert.

And then, you put two-and-two together. It was his parents! You had never seen pictures, but they looked like him!

Your jaw set immediately, and you could tell the father was intoxicated. Oh, this was going to be fun.

As you knocked on the window, the man looked over with a scowl that often mirrored Shōta's when Shōta was angry... but this sent chills down your spine, as you knew of Shōta's pain.

"Excuse me." You spoke firmly and flatly. "What do you think you're doing here?"

You were ready for anything.

As they got out of the car, the woman spoke coldly. "We're here to see our son. And who are you, little girl?"

Oh. That just escalated things to 100 in 2 seconds flat. Your blood boiled, but you kept your composure, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of your reaction.

You smiled and showed your left hand with the gorgeous wedding ring perched on your ring finger.

"I'm his wife." You spoke flatly. "I'm also not a little girl. I'm 20. Legally old enough to drink."

Both of the parents' eyes widened and then narrowed as the father scoffed, his voice slurred, "20?! So you think drinking makes you a grown-up, huh? Don't make me laugh. You're barely out of high school. What, were you his former student?"

The fact that the father went there and was sadly right (though your relationship never crossed lines with Shōta when you were his student), only enraged you further.

"That's rich, coming from the drunken oaf himself."

There was a tense beat of silence as the father stepped closer to you.

"What did you just say?"

You weren't too nervous. Not really. Though you had to admit, your heart was pumping - the adrenalin kicking in.

How would this play out?

Meanwhile, Shōta was blissfully unaware (thankfully), grading papers in his home office, and listening to classical music in peace.