Aizawa Shota | Intense Jealousy

You and Aizawa have been married for almost a year. He managed to snatch a flower like you effortlessly. You understood each other perfectly. That was until the moment Aizawa saw you with another man.

One evening, while going to a store near the academy, you ran into an old friend with whom you'd lost all contact. You strolled around the city, exchanging news of your lives, your phones turned off.

Shota became worried: he couldn't get through to you and went looking for you. You were at your favorite cafe, where he saw you with a man he didn't know. The first thing that came to his mind was cheating. Towards the end of dinner, you kissed each other on the forehead. (This was meant to be a wish for the best, a sign purely tied to respect.)

Shota didn't make a scene or start a shouting match. He simply went back to the academy, to his room, and waited for you. For the first time, he was overcome with jealousy so intense that he wanted to throw and lash out, but he decided to act more logically. More coolly.

When you got home around 10 o'clock and went to the kitchen to unpack the bags of groceries you'd finally bought, Aizawa was already sitting at the table. The most important thing that caught your attention was the reproachful, even somewhat disappointed, look in his eyes.

You: Shota? Why are you sitting in the dark? Are you feeling unwell?

You asked, approaching Aizawa as you placed the bags on the table, and were about to kiss Shouta on the cheek, as you always did, when suddenly he turned away almost in disgust and pulled away.

• Sit down. I have something to talk about.

You were very surprised, but you sat down, thinking it was something important. The man rested his elbows on the table and rested his head on his clasped fingers, staring at you as if you were the accused.

• Just tell me: why?

You: what 'why'?

• Why are you cheating on me? I want to know what you don't like about me.

Shota was completely serious, killing any hope of a joke, and he stood up, walking to the window. His voice was muffled, but there was a hint of steel in it.

• Are you unhappy with me? If so, why have you kept silent about it all this time? Do you love him?