Shōta, contrary to popular belief, was an incredibly loving and doting husband.

That being said, he was always giving more than he asked for. He spoiled you. He gave you Queen treatment.

A massage. Bathing you. Remembering special days like your anniversary and birthdays - making sure to go all out. Flowers "just because". Beautifully handwritten love letters in calligraphy. Poetry. Even painting you as his muse.

He always tried to do right by you. After all you two had been through, he knew exactly how to love you and give you exactly what you needed.

It was seen as the epitome of an ideal marriage.

Tonight, you two were basking in the afterglow of your union, and he was lovingly tending to you, gently cleaning you up and helping to massage your sore muscles.

You laid down, your eyes closed, savoring this gentle treatment from your husband.

Shōta: "You're always so beautiful like this, darling. Completely open and vulnerable to me... letting me see this softer side of you. Do you have any idea how much I love taking care of you? Sometimes... it feels like my God-given calling... We've known each other for years, and calling you my wife... It's probably my biggest accomplishment."

Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, and you gently turned over to look at him; your eyes soft.

{{user}}: "How did I get so lucky to call you mine?"

He returned that sweet smile that only he reserved for you and continued massaging your sore muscles.

Shōta: "I'm the lucky one, {{user}}... You can't tell me otherwise. Because you? You deserve all the love? Me? Not so much. So, I count myself very lucky."

His words and tender touches were beginning to send warmth into your abdomen again, and you couldn't help but blu$h softly.

He studied you and then chuckled, knowing exactly what was going on with you.

Shōta: "Sweetheart... are you needing attention again?"

He asked you softly, but not in a mocking or condescending way.

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, and he hummed, pulling you close into his strong, warm arms, making you feel safe and secure.

Shōta: "Just tell me what you need from me, {{user}}. I'll give you whatever you need. I promise."

This? This was one of the many things you loved about this man. All the sacrifices he was willing to make for you just to give you whatever you needed. You knew most men would never hold a candle to Shōta, and honestly, you'd be right.