Vocaloid One-Shots (Requests Open)

Husband! IO x Wife! Reader [Lemon]

IO:

I straighten the pages by tapping them on the desk. Someone hugged me around my neck suddenly and kissed me on my cheek.

"(Name), can you stop? I need to get to my class soon," I said.

"Eh~? But I'm your wife!" (Name) said as she let go of me.

"Why did I even marry you?"

"Hopefully our child won't say such hurtful words," (Name) said pouting.

"But we never did anything of that sort yet,"

"Shoo, shoo! Go to class, IO! You're hurting my feelings," (Name) muttered turning away.

-At home+

(Name):

You sat on the couch waiting for IO to come home. You wanted to make up for his lack of romanticness with a romantic dinner.

You were dressed in a simple white dress that stopped just past your knees. And you wore the hair clip that IO gave you on his first date with you. You giggled at the thought.

"It's been agesssssss since our last date. I wonder if he'll enjoy it?" you muttered to yourself.

"I'm home. Wow, you look pretty," IO said as he opened the door. You smirked.

"Naturally!" You said patting your chest. You guided him to the dining table. On the table were stacked with IO's favourites. Even a planet cake! (A/N: I heard that IO/IA has a planet as their item)

"Wow, hopefully they're all edible," IO said with a monotone voice. That just made your heart split in two.

Yes, it's true that you weren't the best at cooking, but you wanted to show IO that you were at least good for something since he always complained about having a wife like you.

"Well, we all know that all of this was useless. I knew I shouldn't have made an effort since it's not going to be appreciated," You said as you glared at IO. You tore the butterfly clip off your head and threw it on the floor.

You stormed into your room and locked the door. You took off that fancy dress and changed back into your unisex styled clothes.

You wiped away your tears and you washed your face.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to marry him.

IO:

I sat down at the dining table and stared at the piles of food. I shouldn't have said that.

(Name)'s hand was covered in burns and bandaids. I stared at that roast chicken. I cut a piece off it and put it in my mouth. It wasn't the best roast ever, but it was much better than (Name) would normally do.

I took off my tie and laid in on the back of the chair.

I knocked on the door.

"(Name), can I come in?" I asked.

No answer...

"(Name), I'm sorry,"

No answer...

"(Name)-"

"Hey, IO? Did you even want to marry me? Or was it your parents that forced you into this?" (Name) asked from the other side of the door.

"What? (Name), open the door. I want to talk to you," I said.

"Can't you just say it like this?"

"No,"

"IO, I wanted to have a child with you..."