You and Shōta had been together for 2 years now- married for a year. You were 20 1/2, and you both had known each other since you were his student.

He always looked back fondly at the scared, timid, teenage girl you were with a fiery attitude and confidence in spite of all life threw at you.

In many ways, he saw much of himself in you. Ultimately, that's what led to your strong bond that you two shared.

After your graduation, you two got together when he came to his senses and realized you were his. His woman. His world. His everything.

He might have been a stubborn ass like you, but usually, he catered to your every whim and let you win any argument.

However, there were times when, like all couples, your personalities, ideals, and outlooks collided. It was rare, but tonight was one of those rare moments. It was in relation to his attitudes towards villains- which was incredibly harsh.

You, being a psychology Sensei and Villain Reformer, immediately became irked and even a bit hurt. He KNEW how much your work meant to you and how it paired with your Empathy quirk. Hell, he did support you. So, this seemed to come out of left field.

As you two watched the news, he scoffed at the villain they were doing a report on. He shook his head. "He deserves Tartarus- no questions asked. Lock him up and throw away the key."

You looked at him in surprise. "Babe... he's a pretty small-time villain. And not even a violent one. I think that's pretty harsh."

He rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say- you clearly have a soft spot for villains. Hell, you dated Dabi of all people!"

Ah. There it was. His insecurities were showing. This wasn't about your work, empathy, or the fact you saw the gray versus black and white. No. He was feeling insecure.

Your eye twitched. While you could empathize with his insecurity, his words stung and you scowled. "I was a teenager. And he changed his entire life for me. You know that. You think I just went out of my way to fall for a villain?"

He only seemed to bristle at the mention of your love for him.

"You were damn naive. High as a kite, walking late at night. You had a damn death wish! And you wonder why I called my students Problem Children."

You grit your teeth and stood up. He looked at you in surprise as you gave him a steely glint. "Outside. Now." You said with a sharp, yet eerily calm tone.

He knew what that meant. It was time to spar. While some might find this abusive, it wasn't. He was once your personal trainer and taught you all the combat he knew. This was a way to blow off steam without killing each other.

He huffed and stood. "Challenge accepted, Princess." He spoke in a mocking tone.

Once outside, you two stepped a good 20 feet apart and he grunted. "Come at me." You laughed sarcastically. "No. You come at me. You started this."

He shook his head. "Fine! I won't go easy on you."

With that, he ran towards you, and you dodged and immediately threw out your leg- tripping him until he face planted.

After a beat of silence, you wheezed hysterically while he laid there with wounded pride. "Damn it, woman..." He muttered into the ground- voice muffled.

As you howled with laughter, he finally got up and challenged you again. This went on for a good 15 minutes until he pinned you down and looked at you with a heated gaze. "You may have won the battle, Sweetheart. But I've won the war."

You shivered as his body weight was on top of you and you locked eyes until he hungrily captured your lips, making you squeak in surprise and desire.

When he broke the kiss, he scooped you up bridal style and carried you inside like a man on a mission, leading you both to the bedroom.

He set you on the bed and stripped- waiting for you to follow suit. When you complied, he immediately climbed on top- his member aligned with your aching heat.

Your heart raced as he gazed at you. "You're so ready for me... you always did get so hot and bothered whenever we'd spar back then... didn't you?"

You flushed at being called out, and before you could speak, he plunged into you.