My darling wife is definitely a yandere….

Izuku covered his mouth as he yawned. He didn't get much sleep last night, or the entire weekend for that matter. His newlywed wife decided to keep celebrating beyond the courthouse and into every part of their apartment. If one could name a place, they have done it - even in the alcove where their family name is displayed with pride. Let's say that the specks on the plaque came from a heavily scented primer.

Even last night as he was preparing for bed, his wife walked in an amorous mood. Honeymoon vibes filled the eraser hero and wanting a refill from her beloved husband was now. She closed the door and automatically pushed him to their bed. Before he could speak, he was already naked. Her aggressive nature urged her to skip the foreplay and engaged in sex. She had locked the door. She turned on some loud music. She turned off the lights. The emerald-haired teen didn't have a chance.

What he remembered was her pouncing on him. She was biting and yelling and scratching at the poor boy. She uttered words like "I deserve this" or "He is worth it. I worked for him" or "He is my hubby and no one else's." He was begging his mom to stop, but she refused. Her eyes were not a lover, but a predator. She flipped him over and she began bucking her hips to his butt. Despite his pleas of no, stop, and don't, eventually they turned into cries of "no, don't stop!" Amazing how the woman could make him change his mind. Either that or it was Stockholm Syndrome season. It was hard to tell.

After all, becoming her bride wasn't consensual in the beginning. There was an incident….

He was at the stairwell leading to the roof. It was lunch hour. He had his earbuds on, watching Spy x Family on his tablet, and drinking milk tea with his free hand. It was supposed to be an easygoing afternoon. Classes were half-day due to a professional development meeting with UA staff. As much as he wanted to go home and resumed his evening with the family of spies and feasting on fish dogs, he had to stay. Aizawa-sensei, or his wife, wouldn't like the idea of his cuteness tempting any passersby on the way home. Just the thought of another woman's stink on his newly purchased uniform would have made the somewhat pleasant wife incandescent with rage.

The boy became too invested in the show's creative plot development that he didn't recognize the person standing over him. It was a knock on his forehead that warranted his attention.

"Jesus, Deku! If you're this distracted now, can't imagine if a villain comes." The woman who spoke that, who also had a sweet fragrance coming from her was nothing more than Momo Yaoyorozu, the class vice-president.

His doe eyes stared upward at the robust teen. "Oh, hey Yaoyorozu-san." He took a moment as he could smell another fragrance beside her perfume. "Hmm! Someone showered."

"Gee, thanks." She said, blushing at his comment. "Jirou, Ashido, and a few of us went swimming since we had the rest of the day off."

"I figured I smelled a hint of chlorine in your hair."

"Witty nose, De-ku!" She tilted her head, wearing her welcoming, yet over-friendly smile. "Surprised to see you here though."

"Just buying time before I head back…to the dorms." He needed to be quick on his feet with the response. Despite being married to his homeroom teacher, it was still a secret. Aizawa had to do some fine, creative convincing to the representatives at city hall to keep her maiden name for professional purposes. There weren't many Midoriyas in the prefecture and a genius wouldn't be needed to determine who was her husband. They were reasonable…after being hung from Shouta's binders over the banister. It took so doing and they were even kind to pay for the expenses and free weekend hotel passes from their worker's comp trips.

Aizawa-sensei took full advantage of that and Izuku for that matter. At some point, they should receive a bill in the mall to repay the damages from the hotel - the bed and the hotel maid that greeted Izuku with a warm smile and wink.

"That sounds like you." She giggled. "I was thinking you didn't want to face the guys' heckling or Bakugo's childish antics."

He shook his head in disagreement. "Nah! Not this time. Just don't see the rush to head back."

Momo nodded in agreement. "It's a pretty day outside. A great day to go to the roof and soak up the rays."

"Getting sun does sound good," Izuku told her before he unpaused his tablet. "Have fun!"

The ponytailed brunette took a seat beside him. "No, as in do you wanna come with?" She playfully bumped his shoulder. "The girls are getting some ice cream from the store and we gonna have a little chill-out. Get it, chill-out?!"

Izuku grew concerned, more so with the fact of his wife's rule when being around women.

"Remember, sweetie. What's not allowed is not allowed. Remember what I have told you?"

"An offense is an offense. No matter if it was an accident."

It was safe to say that his classmates were definitely at the top of the list, considering that he is around them on an everyday basis. If his classmates only knew the true reason behind their sudden day off from school.

"Thanks for the offer, Moes," he told her calmly. "But I have to decline. Plus, I don't have any clothes to change in and I don't have any sunscreen."

Momo took her hand, touching his shoulder. "I have sunscreen. Plus, no need to get too fancy. Just take your shirt off."

"I don't know." He contested.

"C'mon, Deku! A roof filled with girls?! You can imagine it to be your own personal harem." She pressed her body against him more. He could feel her cleavage pressing against his shoulder, and it was without a doubt that the vice president wasn't wearing a bra.

"What do you say? Ice cream and babes?" She giggled gingerly, blowing into his ear. "Just kidding…about the ice cream! Tee-hee~!"

"Midoriya, as well as you, Yaoyorozu will have to pass on this offer."

A feet few away from them, standing at the entrance of the hallway was Aizawa-sensei. As usual, the eraser hero wasn't in the best of moods. Judging by her demeanor as she held onto the apple. And those who knew Aizawa-sensei, that apple wasn't for eating. She released a smile. A very frightening smile that even still gave his spiky-haired childhood friend chills.

"Sensei!" Momo said in a startled voice, standing attentively as she bowed at their intrepid sensei. Sensei's furrowed eyes stared daggers at the boy, making him stand and promptly bow to his teacher.

"As usual, when there is smoke there is fire," Aizawa-sensei spoke coldly. Gripping onto the apple, she briskly approached the lone teens. "Even though this is a half-day, students remaining on campus must have either a hall pass or an extracurricular activity." She looked at the two sternly. "Seeing that all activities have been canceled and I am certainly sure that you two don't have hall passes, what I am seeing is loitering. Care to explain Yaoyorozu? Midoriya?"

The teens weren't sure if they were scared or if the temperature dropped. Either way, they crossed the wrong sensei.

"I know there aren't any brick walls. Answer me." Aizawa-sensei raised her voice at the two.

"Well," Momo nervously chuckled. "I forgot something on the roof and I happened to see Midoriya here." She smiled. "I was making conversation."

The eraser hero was unmoved. Her face was unchanged. She then looked at Izuku. "Say you, boy! What's your excuse?"

Momo quickly grabbed his arm. "He was keeping watch for me."

"Didn't you just say that you happened to see him?"

"Yes and no," she began stumbling over her words. "Well…I saw him before I went to the roof…and…and…and I'd told him to keep watch in case there were perverts and stuff. Yeah, that's it!"

"UA is safer than Fort Knox. The eyes in the sky watch all." Aizawa-sensei responded. She took hold of Momo's collar and sniffed it deeply. "Don't recall having pool day today. Pool day isn't until Friday."

Sweat immediately evacuated Momo's pores, evidently on her head and arms. "Um…um…um…I think I hear Power Loader calling me to see Hatsume about something." She bowed feverishly. "Good day, Sensei." She brushed past the teacher and rushed out of the scene, leaving Izuku and Aizawa-sensei alone.

He remained standing, afraid of the consequences since he did violate his wife's most important rule. The eraser teacher discarded the apple by tossing it to the side and approached her husband. As the gap narrowed, she balled her fist, making him shut his eyes.

He suddenly felt a slight thump on the forehead.

"Just as I've figured, Shouta girl. Whenever there is trouble, more often than not, the kid is involved," she said before grabbing his head and kissing his forehead. Afterward, she took hold of his shirt collar. "Izuku, sweetness, what I am gonna do with you? I keep you away as far as I could and you still bring trouble to yourself." She crossed her arms, showing her upsetting concerns. "You see? That's why you are such a troubled child. You just can't go too long without getting yourself into these sorts of messes."

"I've tried keeping her away, dear. Honest!" Izuku told her.

She arched an eyebrow. "Right~!" She pointed at the cameras. "Politely declining is just another invitation for her wanting to get in your pants. I knew that dumb, plastic bimbo had a motive. I saw them, all of them in the pool talking about you. Saying perverted things about you. Those shrews, those fucking harlots. Those whores!"

"Honey, calm down. I am your husband. Nothing more, nothing less!"

"Oh, sweetie. We're eternal life partners. Hand-in-hand in wedded bliss and side-by-side when we are being carried to the cemetery. No way will I live a life without you." She stomped her foot. "Why did you think we had a half-day? I was proposing a meeting to have same-sex classrooms so I keep you away from the girls. They are distracting you, honey. Messing with your vision. The only feminine thing your eyes should feast upon is mine alone." She flicked his forehead. "Don't make me homeschool you. I can convince Nezu to pull you out of the Hero Course."

"But, dear," he said pleadingly.

"Nope, nope, nope! Did you remember our promise, don't you, I-zu-ku?"

"Umm…don't even mention the name Korra in this house?" He nervously smiled while shrugging his shoulders.

"Nuh-huh! The other one?"

"The cake is a lie?"

"And the poor cube had to die for it. Don't be this ridiculously cute, honey!"

"..."

"Jesus, you dummy! What isn't allowed is not allowed," she retorted. "Offenses are offenses!" She said while keeping her nose in the air without giving him an eyeshot. "To think we have recently wed and my husband is already being a two-timer!"

A teardrop appeared on his forehead. "Honey, it isn't like that. You should be able to trust me."

"Not with Ms. Loli Juggs flashing her bazookas onto your body. And I just bought you this new uniform." She crossed her arms, showing octopus lips. "Man, I hate that I have to burn that when we get home tonight. And speaking of tonight, if you're thinking you are getting a release…" She wagged her finger. "That's an absolute no!"

Another teardrop appeared on his forehead. "..."

She gripped her forehead, knowing that being married to a teenager would have its ups and downs. Nevertheless, she loved that adorkable idiot. "You're lucky you're my husband. But nevertheless, a violation happened and therefore, I have to properly manage you until your heart, mind, soul, and that…tormentor hiding in its cage thinks of me, capiche?"

A couple of hours later….

It was a quarter after five in the evening when Aizawa-sensei finishing processing any further paperwork for the day. She was tired, exhausted, and honestly horny. It hasn't been an easy day with the binder-wearing professor, especially when she had to keep watch with her husband.

"Sensei, this is completely embarrassing!" Izuku told her as he sat on her lap. Her body was warm, alive. He felt like a bad-behaved child being watched by his mother. With his body pressed against her soft breasts, he tried his best to create a fuss. It is more so as his penis was encaged, for the time being, a little insurance whenever he was at school.

"How long do I have to sit on your lap?"

"Honestly, forever." She delightfully commented, squeezing one of his nipples. "It's a shame I can't do anything naughty in this office sans security cameras. Oh, tonight." She blew into his ear. "I am gonna make you scream my name that it would wake up your ancestors!"

Shouta continued finishing her paperwork when she saw a knock at the door. She saw it was Recovery Girl. She allowed her in. "Evening, Shouta. I was finna head out…oh, why is Midoriya sitting on your lap?"

"Troublemaker? Caught him peeking at the girls changing in the locker rooms when they went swimming earlier." She tugged his ear. "If he wanna act like a dog, then a dog will know its place."

Recovery Girl nodded in understanding. "Poor Sonny. A misguided kid. Well, you got what you deserved, Sonny. Remind me to kick you in the shin when you have another physical with me." She nodded to the duo. "Good night!"

Shouta silently bid her farewell, keeping watch until the interloper was out of her sight. The last thing she needed from that old bat was to create rumors and lies. She might have to contaminate her Metamucil in the morning.

"Oh, when we get home, I am gonna put those hips to work," she told him. "Do I need to pull an Anna in your dinner again? I just might have to mark you all the way tonight." She bit into his ear, squeezing his nipple again. "You're my Deku and nobody else's!"

As she prepared to give Deku another night of wall-jamming, window-slamming, grabbing-gravel-with-their-knees sex, she pondered on the precious memories that she was going to create.

For Izuku was hers for eternity.

To be continued….

Shouta woke up from her slumber. She turned to check on Izuku. He was sleeping soundly. She thought he looked peaceful when he slept. It reeled in her mind the absolute belief that they were married. At times, she feared that there would be lover's remorse, and rightfully so as their wedded bliss at the time wasn't always consensual. Nevertheless, he wasn't leaving her, and even if he did leave, she wouldn't be that far behind. So, at least that was that.

As much as she wanted to sleep with her beloved, she had an agenda. She gave him a kiss on the lips. She went into her drawer and pulled out some black attire. She put on a black t-shirt and black jogging pants. She put on a black ski mask. She went into the bathroom and pulled out pliers, a knife, and a nail cleaner solution. She planned this when Izuku stepped outside earlier to take out the garbage.

She put it in a backpack and stepped into the darkness. She pulled out a sheet of paper. It had the whereabouts of that peddling, meddling bitch, Momo Yaoyorozu.

"So, this bitch had the nerve to touch my precious merchandise any kind of way. Let's see when her precious merchandise gets damaged any kind of way."

"Yaoyorozu must have forgotten about what happened to Tokage. That's okay! I love giving interlopers reminders whenever they sign their own death warrant!"

She got on her motorbike and left for her residence and laughed into the night.

To be continued…for real this time!