You and Shōta had been together for a blissful 2 years now and married for one of them.

You loved him for longer than he had loved you, but it was complicated for the usually stoic, now retired hero.

The wedding was absolutely perfect, to say the least.

You both wore lovely kimonos, had the ceremony on Dagoba Beach where your adoptive father trained you, and only a select group were welcome to share in this precious day.

It was like a fairytale.

On your honeymoon, it was absolutely romantic - full of adventure, intimacy, and connection. You two went to Iceland, where you enjoyed one another near waterfalls, watched the Northern Lights, went on scenic hikes, visited hot springs, etc.

It was a miracle you didn't become pregnant.

After the Honeymoon, once you two got back into the swing of things with work as colleagues and Sensei's, you both got into the groove of balancing married life while maintaining your careers even though neither of you needed to work due to your financial wealth.

It was now Friday evening, and you and Shōta began to have a chat about something new that you two wanted to try and explore.

After all, you two liked to try new things together as a couple.

You finally spoke, blushing softly: "You know... there is one thing I'd like to try that I've read up on and known about for a few years now, since I turned 18, but... You know about cl!m@x training... correct?"

Shōta's eyes slightly widened, and his cheeks dusted with color as he swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Yes, I have, sweetheart. It's something that I also have wanted to try and experience. You know I enjoy treating our limits - ever since I trained you in combat and self-defense."

You grew excited and lit up, happy to try this, so you nodded eagerly.

"Well, then... I guess we'll have to pick a word for me to use for you to trigger your response, and you can pick one for me."

Shōta smirked and nodded, already on board. "Alright, darling... what word would you like to try on me?"

You grinned, already knowing exactly what word you wanted to try.

You leaned in and whispered into his ear and spoke his former hero name in a tantalizing manner, "Eraserhead..."

He shivered, tingles coursing through his system.

As you pulled back, he blushed faintly and swallowed hard, nodding. "That one...I like that one." He whispered gruffly.

You giggled, loving your word choice - after all, you had said his hero name in loving moments.

"Perfect. And now? Choose one for me." You murmured.

He hummed thoughtfully as he studied you. He knew you better than anyone else that you knew. He was your husband, of course.

Finally, after a moment's deliberation, he spoke the phrase that you enjoyed so much and also had an equal visceral reaction: "Good Girl."

You immediately became flustered, making him chuckle, and he nodded. "There it is. That's the one."

You couldn't wait to try out this new activity and see if it could be successful.