My darling wife is a yandere...

It was a Saturday afternoon when Shouta Aizawa woke up. Her eyes were blurry as there was sleepiness in her weary eyes. She didn't get much sleep the previous night and it seemed that her body yearned for more. She bothered turning on her alarm clock as she purposely didn't want to wake up. It was the weekend and school wasn't going to be attended for the next few days. A school holiday. She didn't remember which one and even if she did, it didn't matter. What registered in the brunette's ears was spending the weekend perusing her home watching television, clipping coupons, going shopping, and maybe take a walk in a park. If she wanted to lose a few of her vanity pounds, then a workout was a must. If she doesn't fall into temptation at the yakisoba stand nearby. She hummed as she craved the warm, filling noodles.

She heard the neighborhood kids playing outside. Hearing their cheery expression as they play ball, tag, or go around the merry-go-round gave her wholesome moments of her childhood. Times in which she can get back - riding her bike through the mud, swimming in the river, eating fried squid at a local carnival. Moments that reminded her of her adolescence, the freedom before the thing called responsibility infiltrated her mind.

Speaking of responsibility.

"Wake up, darling." Her soft, well-manicured hands spread out onto the sleeping boy's shoulder. She smiled as he looked very dashing, very childlike as he slept. She tried not to grin as he made those awfully cute yawns of his. He sounded like a skittish kitten in search of a mother. Never does he have to worry as his home has been found.

"I am serious, darling. Wake up." She nudged him but he wouldn't budge. To think that he was sixteen and still acts like a stubborn child. She wasn't certain as is this her husband or is this her son? The brunette wouldn't matter either way. The green-haired bundle of joy belonged to her and her alone.

"If you don't wake up, I will have to do the unthinkable." The emerald-haired teen turned over, grabbing the covers to garner more sleep. Shouta cracked her knuckles as she made up her mind. She peered over the sleeping teen. She stroked her hair back and she puckered her lips. She pressed her lips to his ear.

One...two...three...go!

She planted her teeth into her husband's soft hears. Upon contact, his eyes snapped open, twitching as he flailed his arms. "Sweetie, I am up. I am up. I am up."

Shouta gave her husband a final lick before letting him go. She was met with a pillow to the face. "Is that how my darling, Izuku, supposed to greet me this morning? Where is my morning kiss?"

The emerald child, her husband, Izuku looked awkwardly to his wife. His hands were on his hips as he protested his earlier wake-up. "How shall I kiss you if you continue to wake me up like this?"

"I called your name not once, but twice, sweetie." Shouta rested her hands with her pillow on her lap. "Now, enough about that. Where is my morning kiss?" She narrowed her beady eyes to Izuku. "And I want it now!"

She cupped Izuku's chin as he pressed forward to follow her orders. Her eyes were closed as she wanted her morning kiss, a routine for the Aizawa-Midoriya household. Izuku stuck out his tongue as Shouta pulled his with her teeth. Both tasted each other, fully embracing one another. She wrapped her arms gently around her husband. Each time he resisted or tried pulling back, she exerted her force. No ifs, ands, or buts, this was the way she wanted. And that was the way she showed her love.

She broke the kiss, leaving a trail of their saliva between the pair. She gave a final peck to the lips.

Then a final, final peck.

"A day without my morning kiss is like a day without sunshine," she said as she rubbed her stomach. "Yummy!"

"That stomach rubbing never gets old, sensei," asked Izuku.

"Why not? That is where your babies are resting."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew better the night before when she said that it was a safe day. Knowing his hungry, devoted, demanding wife, it wouldn't surprise her if she was lying. It wasn't the first time she had tried to get pregnant. It wasn't that he didn't want to be a father. Just not right now and once again, he is sixteen.

She covered her mouth in laughter. "I am kidding, sweetie. Learn how to laugh." She flicked his nose with her finger. "And remember, sweetie, it isn't sensei when we are together. I am your wife, remember."

He didn't answer but nodded as he stepped out of bed. Today was an important day with the Aizawa-MIidoriya household. Today was the day in which they will head to city hall to finalize their marriage and she can be enrolled in the family registry. The minutes were dying down as the days as a Aizawa was coming to a close.

Later….

Shouta believed it was a job of a wife to help her husband dress. Despite height discrepancies since she is taller than Izuku, she still stood on the stool as she grabbed the tie to put around her husband. Another must in the Aizawa-Midoriya household, it was the duty of the wife to get him prepared in the morning. No matter what. "This is exciting, darling."

"It is, dear," replied Izuku.

"Can't wait to do this more often," she said joyously.

As she continued to tend to Izuku, her eyes narrowed. Her beady shifted to a scuff mark around the collar of Izuku's shirt. Her face became smug, which didn't go without notice from Izuku. Suddenly, he felt the tightness of tie straining around his neck. A shadow crested around her eyes.

"Izuku, darling. What is that mark around the collar?"

"What mark?"

"That black mark. That foul mark." She pressed her nose at the base of his neck. She returned her face to her husband. "It reeks of a woman." Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. He was cautious about this. It was one of her many exceptionalities. He would like to call it a flaw but no one was perfect. Nevertheless, this right here was an uncertainty to his wife. "Care to explain, darling?"

"I was on the train back home. It was crowded on the train. I happened to bump into an office woman," he confessed. Shouta can hear the truthfulness in his voice. It was best to be truthful because Izuku wouldn't like if he were caught lying. One of the many things that she loved about her darling, Izuku. She lessened the grip of the tie.

"I believe you, darling." Shouta took steady breaths to return to her composure. "I know you wouldn't do such a foul, twisted thing to betray me. My darling husband knows better than that." She stroked his cheek gently. "For if he did such a thing, then I would have to hurt that twisted, sinister, wicked sinner of a woman and make you watch it!" She pecked him on the cheek. "Remember, sweetie. What's not allowed is not allowed. Remember what I have told you?"

Izuku nodded to his wife. "An offense is an offense. No matter it was an accident."

"That's my darling. Because today is our special day, I won't go after the vile woman today." She removed the tie. Then, she took off his shirt. She instructed him to remain still as she went into the kitchen.

Izuku couldn't see her but he saw the flickering flames from the shadows followed by the sounds of running water. Shouta returned to her husband's sight. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Now, we have a reason to go shopping afterward." She returned to the closet to get another shirt.

As she dressed her husband again, she pondered on the precious memories that she was going to create.

For Izuku was hers for eternity.

To be continued….