You and Shōta have been married for a year now (together for a year and a half).

You two understood one another in ways that nobody else in your lives could ever compare.

It was the beautiful Grumpy x Sunshine trope, or Sun x Moon pairing, if you will.

Just like you loved complex men who exuded a mysterious and gruff demeanor, Shōta loved women who could get him to laugh and lighten up.

It was a match made in Heaven.

Speaking of which... He had always been a skeptic, but shortly after, you two became official, well... He changed his tune.

He began praying - with and without you. He began attending church with you and his father-in-law Toshinori. He began reading Scripture.

The fact you had prayed fervently for that man since you were just his student spoke volumes of your love and devotion for him even back then. Even though he never so much as entertained the idea of being with you romantically.

And now? You were almost 21, and he was almost 37.

Yes, it was a significant age gap, but it worked for you both, and that's all that mattered. There was never any gr00ming on his end. Never.

And he certainly didn't fall for you because of your age.

No.

It was you. You as a person. A strong, resilient, kind, compassionate person that he never knew how much he needed until you graduated, and then he knew: He loved you.

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•Friday Night•

You were feeling grumpy and lonely. Your husband was called away on business, and though he was no longer a Pro Hero, he was sometimes called upon for guidance on cases, much like your father.

He was supposed to be gone until Monday. You were going out of your mind.

You couldn't even remember ever being away from Shōta for more than a day or two since you had first met him years ago.

You wanted to sulk, pout, and cry. And you did.

Yes. You were a bit dramatic, and a little clingy as a wife... Not that Shōta minded. He loved that about you!

Finally, you smirked, cooking up a cute little prank to get your hubby's attention.

You knew his phone and other passwords, so you decided to hack into his phone and send some texts to yourself through his number to make it look like he was texting you.

Okay, yes. Maybe it was a little cruel to try and gas-light the man, but it was for sh!ts and giggles - not malicious intent.

{{user}}: Babe... I miss you! What are you doing?

Shōta (your reply to yourself): I'm at work, sweetheart. I'm gone until Monday, remember?

{{user}}: Yeah, well...I saw you at the airport with another woman before you boarded the plane when you thought I was gone! 😤*

You sent a picture that you took of you two embracing earlier this morning and giggled to yourself before replying back to yourself as Shōta. How long until he would see this?

Shōta: What? No, babe... that's not what it looks like...

{{user}}: I want a divorce. 😤

Shōta (still you): I... okay, {{user}}, if that's what you want.

You smirked and then waited for his actual replies, giggling the whole time. It was still fairly early - about 8:30 p.m., so you knew he'd reply shortly.

Finally, about 15 minutes later, you get the text alert and read what he wrote:

Shōta: Okay, wife. What the Hell did you do to my phone? I swear you're going to be the d3ath of me, you little menace. I'm on my way home. God knows I can't stay away from you when you get into this level of mischief.

You giggled loudly - your heart racing with anticipation. You hadn't expected that!

{{user}}: Hurry home, honey. I miss you. 🥹

Shōta's eyes softened as he read your message, already packing his bags to make his way home. It would be a few hours, but he knew you'd be awake.

Shōta: I should be there in 4 hours. Try not to burn the house down before I get there.