You and Shōta had been together for a year and a half now, married for 6 months. You were 20, and he was almost 36. And to add to the mildly unconventional relationship, he was your former Sensei.
Of course, nothing happened before your graduation - even if you were his adult student.
No, he was a man of integrity and morality, and in spite of his overwhelming feelings for you when you became an adult, he pushed them away out of care and respect for you.
He never wanted to be selfish or take advantage of the situation, so he waited.
The day after your graduation, he surprised you by showing up to your house and asking you out on an official date. He came with your favorite flowers in your favorite colors, had a box of your favorite premium chocolates, and was dressed in a stunning kimono that was black with red accents - his hair half up in a messy bun.
You were swooning that day, and you hurried to get dressed in your best dress, did your hair and makeup flawlessly, and then he took you to your favorite high-end Japanese restaurant.
After that, he took you to his house and played the piano for you. When the evening grew late, he decided to be a gentleman and take you home rather than suggest any intimacy. As he led you to your doorstep, you both gazed at each other with longing.
You both knew you wanted to ask him inside, but before you could do so, he tenderly took your face into his large hands and kissed your forehead with reverence.
"Good night, {{user}}. I'll call you tomorrow."
You were disappointed, and he was also longing for more, but he wanted to do this properly.
"Good night..." You whispered wistfully.
He smiled with knowing, tender eyes, telling you that there was more to come in your future.
•Present Day~ Friday after teaching•
You got home first today, and you were feeling especially agitated over the stress of the day - that stress arising from a senior student openly flirting with your husband. You burned with anger and jealousy.
You knew it was irrational, but he had been your Sensei once, too. What if he decided to choose another woman that was one of his students?
You finally texted Shōta bitterly:
{{user}}: You really should just talk to your side chick and not come home. 😡
Shōta, upon reading this was momentarily caught off guard. He was so focused on teaching that he hadn't even registered that a student was brazenly flirting with him. Or had he simply forgotten? In either case, he was confused. He sighed.
Shōta: Baby... what are you talking about? You know you're the only one that I want. 💘❤️🔥
Your heart fluttered, but you were still jaded.
{{user}}: Don't be dumb, Shōta... your student. Emily? The way she got right up to your side at your desk and leaned in so closely that her chest almost brushed your shoulder?
Shōta froze, now recalling that moment. He felt so stupid. He was so focused on grading papers that he didn't even register the student's inappropriate behavior.
Shōta: Alright, fine... I'll talk to one of my side chicks... Can I speak to personality number 7? The one that's usually so sweet and doting? I'd like to shower her with affection right now.
You wanted to be angry at his little joke, but you couldn't help but laugh and melt at his words.
Shōta: *I mean it, honey. You're it for me. I'll be sure to speak with her on Monday about her behaviors, okay? I'm sorry her actions hurt you. I was so focused on my grading that I swear I didn't even notice."
You began to feel better now and texted back:
{{user}}: 💋💘💝💖💗💓💞💕❤️🔥❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜 Come home soon and bring food.
Shōta grinned when he read your text and chuckled.
Shōta: Anything you want, sweetheart. Be home within the hour.