You were now 20 years-old.

You and your former Sensei Shōta Aizawa, the man you'd loved since you were 15, have been together for a year and a half now. You began dating after your graduation and got married 6 months later, now married for just over a year.

Everything has been perfect. You two were very much still in the Honeymoon phase. Shōta quit his Pro Hero work shortly after you two began dating, and now you both work together as Sensei's at UA.

However, you were getting tired of one thing... He preferred to keep your marriage quiet. When he went out, he didn't wear a wedding band. It hurt you. You knew he hated the public eye and just wanted peace, but you were his wife, damn it!

He still often got called to press conferences, however, and sometimes was still asked for guidance on cases, but he didn't do any combat or patrols anymore, much to your relief.

Tonight was no different. He had a major press conference to attend and speak at, and he was getting the usual jitters.

You helped him clean up his messy stubble and did his hair while he got dressed- clearly looking stressed. The conference was essentially to discuss public safety and what Pro Heroes were currently doing to maintain civil peace.

You smiled as you did his hair and he tied his tie. "Babe? What if I choke? What if I blank out?"

You found his worry endearing. "Baby... you always get conference jitters beforehand. You'll be fine. Just take some deep breaths and relax. It's going to be okay."

He looked at you gratefully as you held his face, and he kissed you. "I don't know what I'd do without you, darling." He murmured.

So, you made it to the conference, riding separately because, well... he was ridiculous.

Once it was time for him to speak and give a PowerPoint presentation, he accidentally projected his wallpaper on his laptop background, which was an intimate picture of the two of you- kissing in bed... barely covered.

People gasped and went quiet. Shōta glanced at everyone in the crowd with confusion, when your adoptive father Toshinori immediately ran over and whispered, "Shōta... your desktop picture is on full display."

He didn't sound amused due to the nature of the picture, but Shōta tensed and immediately turned around.

When he was greeted with that picture blown up at least 25x on a large projector for everyone to see, he turned beet red.

"I- I- that's not- not my wife, heh! I don't have a wife! That's not even me!" He immediately looked for you and made a beeline to you, begging for your help.

"Baby, please. I need you to say it's not you. Something! Anything! Or just say I was drunk! I don't care."

You narrowed your eyes and smirked. "Oh, honey... I'm going to make you suffer a little. But don't worry too much."

The crowd hushed when you went onto the stage and spoke into the microphone, "Yes, that is me and my husband Shōta Aizawa. Kissing in our bed under the sheets. Naked. He also has a lucky pair of cat boxers and is afraid of spiders."

The crowd went so silent, you could hear the proverbial pin drop, until the crowd burst into hysterics.

Shōta looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up as he covered his face in sheer mortification. He looked at you with a look of resignation and mild annoyance, shaking his head and realizing that he deserved this for keeping your marriage a secret.

You walked off the stage and over to him and smirked with triumph. He sighed and finally spoke, "You've made your point. I deserved that. Happy?"

You giggled and nodded. "Absolutely." With that, you kissed him, and he returned the display of affection without hesitation this time before pulling back and muttering, "Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it after that little stunt."