You were Aizawa's wife. His beloved. His. And he was just as protective as he was territorial.
The man certainly didn't share.
While some might have thought he was c0nt0lling, it absolutely wasn't. You knew the truth. He was the only man besides your adoptive father, Aizawa's friend Yamada, and Detective Tsukauchi, who ever made you feel as safe as they did.
You were Shōta's former student, and he always looked out for you as a mentor would. After your graduation, things blossomed into something beautiful and wholesome. Love.
It was something neither of you felt was possible for either of you, given the back stories that damn near mirrored one another's, but... life really had a way of working out sometimes, didn't it?
Sometimes, there was a happy ending for the suffering.
Friday
Midnight, being her playful and mischievous self, decided to give you and Shōta two tickets to a show, and little did you know, it was the kind of show that was Magic Mike territory.
Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing, and boy, would Shōta blow a fuse with her later.
But for now, you gratefully accepted the tickets from Midnight.
Midnight: "Here you go, sweetie! You'll thank me later. It'll bring you and Aizawa closer," She promised.
Aizawa watched curiously, pretending not to eavesdrop as you both stood in the teacher's lounge that morning.
You beamed.
{{user}}: "Thanks, Midnight! Will you and Yamada be there as well?"
She grinned.
Midnight: "We wouldn't miss it for the world."
Shōta raised a brow, already suspecting her antics, but he said nothing.
Friday Night
You and Shōta got ready, and you decided to dress up in something nicer, as you always did when you two went out on dates. He loved that about you.
So, after finishing up your makeup, which you rarely wore, you two headed out to the arena where the show was being held.
Once you guys took your seats near the front and the show began, you both soon realized exactly what this show would entail.
It was a group of 5 men wearing very specific outfits, and you couldn't help but blush at the realization.
Shōta: "Damn it, Midnight. I'm gonna k!ll you," he grunted, clearly not happy about this.
Meanwhile, Midnight and Yamada sat close by, giggling hysterically, and texted you both in a group chat:
Midnight: I have something special planned for {{user}}, sweetie. 😈
Shōta glared over at her, already knowing what that meant.
Shōta: Midnight, I swear to God-
Without further interaction, one of the men spoke up - a man that looked somewhat like Shōta -, which only made the situation more infuriating (for Shōta) and awkward for you, called you up to the stage, and you felt like a doe in headlights.
Shōta was practically grinding his teeth at this point, but he didn't want to upset you. Either way, he could tell you were a bit uncomfortable with this as well, but in the end, you slowly walked up onto the stage.
The man that looked like Shōta grinned and then began to lead you into a very sugg3st!v3 series of movements to a catchy song called "Like Sugar on My Tongue".
As the man faced away from you, he linked his legs with yours before fl!pp!ng you onto your st0m@ch as he was now pr3$$3d against your @$$.
You g@sped and became incredibly flu$t3red and stammered, "My husband is watching!"
The man chuckled and kissed your head and grinned at the audience.
Man: "Let him! He might learn something."
You were about to protest when Shōta stormed onto the stage and ripped the performer 0ff of you and barked, "That's enough! Show's over!"
You exhaled in relief.
Meanwhile, the crowd roared with laughter at the interruption, and Midnight and Yamada cackled, knowing damn well that Shōta was going to remind you that you were his wife.
Shōta grumbled curses under his breath the entire way to the car before helping you into the car like the gentleman he was.
He wasn't angry at you. Far from it. He knew you were likely uncomfortable, too.