You were 20 years-old and had been married to your former Sensei Aizawa (now colleague) for almost a year now. You have been together since the day you graduated when you were 18 1/2, and the relationship was great.

You two were inseparable and always had been- even when you were his student, though things were always appropriate. You always loved him- since you were 15, but his feelings came after you turned 18.

He was always good to you and spoiled you. And he had a bit of a fetish for your jealousy and possessiveness.

You were blissfully unaware, though. But it made you wonder why he always got the sudden urge to get frisky after you told a thirsty woman off.

You could remember the times where he'd all but drag you out of the place you were at and then proceed to unleash his primal passion on you, leaving you both satisfied and feeling loved.

Tonight, was your one-year wedding anniversary. He was going to take you to a new, high-end restaurant that served the finest Japanese dishes, along with Italian. It was an interesting fusion spot, where the ambiance and atmosphere was supposed to be quite romantic.

Around 5 PM, you began getting ready- doing your hair and makeup meticulously, and slipping into the perfect, sexy, and classy black cocktail dress that he picked out for you, along with a new diamond choker necklace and matching earrings to compliment it.

He loved to spoil you. You were his woman. His prize. And though he wasn't as possessive as you, he had that confidence that spoke volumes- alerting others that you were off-limits.

Finally, you were finished getting ready, and Shōta looked at you from head to toe, drinking in the sight of you, as of seeing you for the first time. He whistled softly and took a deep breath. "Damn, honey... look at you. All dressed to kill. My heart can't take it."

Your heart fluttered and you shivered as he pulled you close. He was wearing a nice, black suit- a neat bun up in his hair, with half his hair down and neatly combed. He looked so handsome.

"And you, darling... look so handsome. Let's get going. I'm famished." His eyes softened and he chuckled tenderly before guiding you to his car and helping you in like the gentleman he was.

As he drove, you held his hand while classical music played softly over the radio.

Once at the restaurant, you went inside and were immediately impressed. The dim, romantic lighting, the gorgeous satin tablecloths, the tea light candles in the center... It was perfect. There was also a dance floor for couples that wanted to dance while waiting for their food, or after.

You lit up with excitement and smiled. "This is perfect, baby." He grinned, pleased you liked it. "Only the best for my Queen."

Everything was fine until the waitress came to greet you two. It was evident that she was thirsty for your man.

She looked at you, but then oggled Shōta- though she tried to be subtle. "Good evening! My name is Ashley, and I'll be taking care of you tonight." She winked at Shōta, and already, your blood was boiling.

When you noticed Shōta blushing, it only made you more angry. But he wasn't blushing because he liked her attention. No. He was getting turned on by your jealousy.

As you were led to your seats in a private booth, she continued her subtle flirtatious behavior until you'd finally had enough. You knew immediately that she wasn't going to back down and that this was going to be dramatic. You were ready.

Shōta knew not to intervene because not only did you hate when he did, but because he also loved this side of you.

The second she touched his shoulder, you spoke up with a firm and even tone. "Excuse me- please do not touch my husband."

The boxing match had begun.