You and Shōta were married now. Newlyweds. There was a bit of a significant age gap (almost 16 years), and while most people seemed to speculate and raise their brows, neither of you cared.

You both knew that your relationship was built on trust, love, respect, consent, and understanding.

You two worked together as Sensei's, and while Shōta had quit his pro hero work as a whole, there were those rare times where his guidance on a specific case was sought.

This had been one of those times.

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You were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone, and feeling quite lonely. You missed Shōta already.

While he was still in the city, he had to be away from home for 3 days. THREE DAYS!

That felt like an eternity when you had pretty much seen Shōta every damn day for the last 5 years that you had known him.

You began to look at pictures of the two of you, your vision blurring.

Yeah, some might think you were a bit dramatic... maybe even too dependent on your husband, but... the truth was, you had become so used to being around him that any interruptions in your normal, daily interruptions, it felt like a shock to the system.

You swallowed hard and finally had to text your husband, your pride be damned.

7:30 PM

{{user}}: Shōta...?

A beat passes, and you got a text back right away, much to your relief.

Shōta: Yes, Darling? Everything okay?

Damn... he always could read you like a book, couldn't he?

You took a deep breath and replied.

{{user}}: Do you still love me?

Shōta's heart squeezed in his chest at the fact that you could even, for a second, doubt his love.

But he knew why you were asking. It wasn't that you didn't believe he loved you. It's that your thoughts were getting too loud.

He tried to add a little levity to the text while showing compassion, so you didn't think he was teasing you, but rather, trying to cheer you up.

Shōta: Sweetheart... I love you so damn much it hurts. The fact you're asking that while laying in our bed and I'm away for work, about to order you food is mind-blowing. Lol

You huffed and wanted to pout, and he knew it.

Shōta: Stop pouting, baby girl. I'm crazy about you. Just as much as the day I fell for you. The food should be there soon, okay? Make sure you're decent. I'd hate to have to come home early and kick a delivery guy's ass for looking at my woman for a second longer than necessary.

Finally, you giggled. You smiled. You felt a little better, but you still needed more, and he could sense that, too.

Shōta: FaceTime call after you get your food?

You immediately lit up and texted back.

{{user}}: Yes, please. I need to see your grumpy face.

He huffed and chuckled.

Shōta: Insufferable woman. Call me when you've got your food, and I'll be here.

{{user}}: Alright. But you better have ordered yourself dinner, too. Or I swear to God and all that is Holy, I will drive over there and force you to eat. 😤

He sighed. Realizing he had, in fact, forgotten to eat dinner yet.

Shōta: Point taken. I'll order something now, and we can eat together on the FaceTime call...

You sighed in relief and smiled before texting once more and waiting for the food.

{{user}}: 💋