strangled

³⁴a date with dabi

The next night you're cuddled up on the couch with your husband watching an action movie.

He's laying on his side behind you, his face buried in your neck and his hands inching down towards your panties every minutes, placed on your lower stomach. Your also laying on your side. A large bag of popcorn is on the ground. You occasionally dig your hand to stuff the buttery goodness in your mouth, barely paying any attention to the man spooning you from the back. He frowns at the lack of notice on his movements.

A small groan comes from him. "Give me attention."

"But the movie is at such a good part though. Look, the princess is about to stab the guy that sexually assaulted her."

"Ugh come on baby." Shouto groans again. "We have watched so many movies today because I didn't go to work. It's nighttime. Now you should be focusing on me and...mini me."

You snort. "It is mini."

"I love when you insult me." He whispers in your ear before kissing it. "I only say those types of thing because you always have the best rude words to throw back at me. Hurts my heart in the best way."

"Masochist?"

"Maybe. We should switch things up in the bedroom."

"Fine I'll stop paying attention to the movie." You state while grabbing the remote. Your eyes glance at the clock quickly before you shut the television off. Then, you turn around to face your husband. "But only because I'm going out somewhere tonight. I still don't want to pay attention to you."

Shouto grabs your wrist to stop you from getting off the couch

"Where are you going?"

"I thought you said you will stop being controlling."

"I am not being controlling. I'm just worried. You sure you want to go out on the streets by yourself? What if a crime happens and you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? You should be careful before the commission assumes you did another crime."

"I'll be careful Shouto." To be more convincing, you give him a small kiss on the cheek. "You have really been getting better lately. Please just let me leave. Do I have to pout?"

He smiles. "No you don't. Another kiss would be nice."

"Be grateful that I was nice enough to give you one."

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Eight o' clock came quickly. Your husband almost got mad when you walked out your bedroom wearing tight black shorts and a black halter top-that he bought for you-along with black boots. He was ready to tell you to change your clothes because you look like a criminal, but you glared at him. So, he kept his mouth shut and went back to doing paper work at the kitchen table. However, right before you could walk out the door he did stop you to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You were standing outside your front door, scrolling through your contacts to find the unknown number who had been spamming you with messages a day prior. And you knew you should probably save his number while you're at it.

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where are you?

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it's past eight.