You and Shōta were high school sweethearts - both in the same classes for the 4 years you attended UA.
You two started out as friends, then progressed to best friends, and finally, you two began dating your senior year.
After graduation, you were terrified. He was becoming a Pro Hero, which meant he would face many dangers in his line of work, but... you didn't want to get in the way of his dream.
So, you two went steady, and in spite of his hard work as a hero - patrolling the streets regularly - he always made time for you.
You were both 25 and married for a year now, and he was now a seasoned Pro in the peak of his career.
Truthfully, you had wanted marriage sooner, and honestly, so did he. But both of your careers made it a tad bit difficult to really settle down.
But now? Things felt perfect. You freaked out less about Shōta's line of work, and you two were having a blissful marriage.
One night, after Shōta went out drinking with his buddies, much to your disapproval, you couldn't stay mad for long when he got clingy and affectionate.
You knew how his friends Yamada and Midnight could be... shoving booze down his throat like it was water. It agitated you to no end.
However, he was also drinking less these days. He had struggled with problem drinking in the past, so he only went out once a month now, and when he did, he would get drunk and then get a taxi home like a responsible adult.
He had since learned to put alcohol in its place.
So, as he came through the door, his usually soft, tan face now flush with color, giggling like a child. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled into you.
"Mmm...Wifey...I missed you alllllll night."
In spite of your disapproval, you could only laugh as he pulled away and then proceeded to face plant onto the bed, snoring on seconds.
You had to hold back a guffaw and decided to be a bit bratty.
You had a new shade of lipstick that you wanted to try, so you decided to be funny and play a bit of a prank on him. You knew it was kind of mean, but maybe it would push him into giving up the bottle for good.
So, as he slept, you left lipstick marks on the collar of his shirt and smirked before pulling away and wiping off what was left from your lips before going back to bed for the night.
•The Next Morning•
You were up by 9 AM. Meanwhile, Shōta slept in and slept off his hangover until noon.
When he finally woke up and stumbled into the bathroom to grab a shower, he looked into the mirror and gasped upon discovering those lipstick marks.
He panicked immediately. Had he cheated? Oh, God... he had, hadn't he?
He hurried downstairs and was almost bordering on tears, much to your shock.
"Baby! What's wrong?" You asked with immediate concern.
Shōta immediately pointed to the collar of his shirt where the lipstick kisses were left- as if glaring evidence stacked against him.
"THIS! THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG!"
You couldn't deny how adorably sweet his theatrics were, though - though you felt bad for making him cry by your prank.
Ultimately, you couldn't hold back your giggles, and he looked at you in both confusion and disbelief.
"Baby, I- it's not funny!"
You sighed and shook your head, laughing as you pulled him into a warm embrace.
"Baby... those lipstick marks are from me. You didn't cheat, silly. I had a new shade of lipstick I wanted to try... and, well...I couldn't resist pranking you since you got drunk last night."
Relief washed over him, followed by a mixture of self-deprication and mild annoyance at your little stunt.
"Very funny, sweetheart. God... way to scare a man half to death."
You grinned up at him. "Maybe you'll think twice before getting drunk again, hmmm?"
He groaned, knowing you were right. "Ugh... you're a damn menace, {{user}}. Always have been, always will be."
You looked at him with a hint of triumph. "At least there was a method to my madness."