☆ Weekdays

Undeniably, couples will have their bad moments. Nobody is perfect. This week though, You and Ohma had been endlessly fighting despite the stereotype of newlyweds being perfectly blissful. You were a strong-minded woman, never giving up what you believed to be right. Ohma too was similar. Two swords of pride clashing together would summarise the two of you.

Sometimes it was you being angry at him unreasonably or lashing out at him from your work stress, other times it was him being uninterested or slacking off when it came to dates or acts of romance. He wasn't good at expressing emotions, especially not love.

"Ohma, you- urgh!" You groaned in irritation as you looked at the empty sink. Your dark haired husband pouted in reciprocation of your angry feelings."I told you to take out the meat and put it in the sink so once I got back home, I could make us dinner immediately!" You scratched at him.

"But, Y/N-""I don't want any excuses! God, you're a pain sometimes!""Y/N-"

You began to take off your shoes, struggling to get them off you as you scolded Ohma.

"Work already has me in a bind, yet you- ugh, I can do it myself!" Ohma had scurried over to you, trying to help you take off your black heels. You slapped his hand that tried to place your bag away, finally kicking your footwear off.

"Just get it out of the damn freezer. I can do this myself." You said."Y/N, I took the meat down. I just put it in the fridge after it sat in the sink for a few hours." He said. You stared at him.

"S-Sorry..." You muttered, drooping your head to shift your shameful gaze at your dark lowcut socks. He lifted your remorseful face up by your chin to face him as he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"It's fine." He replied, his low voice calming down your fast heartrate at the feeling of his sudden touch.

Tuesday morning, Ohma entered his home. Slipping off his shoes, he raised his head to be greeted by his wife in her sleepwear. He cracked a tiny smile. What a sight.

"Y/N. Goodmorning." He greeted you."Morning Ohm's, i'll make breakfast in a bit." You said. He approached you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"No need, I went out to eat-" He stopped. His wife gave him a blank stare."You ate? Without me?" You bellowed. A drop of sweat trinkled down Ohma's forehead. His response meant life or death. He felt your arm slithering up to his arm, getting ready to pinch his soul out of his body.

"Y-Yeah. I got hungry but you were still sleeping, so I went out on my own- Ow, ow ow!" Your fingers twisted his skin counter-clockwise.

"A disloyal man you are, Ohma. You probably went with the girl who's always making you smile at your phone. Don't think I haven't noticed, you cheater." You muttered swiftly under your breath. Ohma winced in pain, trying to run away. Your grasp on him was unfortunately too tight.

"L-Let me go-" He said as he felt a force pushing him back."I've got work. I'll just buy breakfast somewhere." You concluded, walking back to your room. The evening you came back home from your shift, you ignored him and went straight to bed. He figured you were stressed so he didn't want to bother you.

Wednesday, you served him his breakfast with an angry shooting gaze. He felt something stab his heart.

"Are you going now?" He asked, seeing you walk down from upstairs in your work clothes."What do you think?" You replied nastily. Clueless, he didn't realize this was sarcasm."Okay, you're probably going to work." Ohma said, approaching you to kiss you goodbye. You however, ignored him and straight away left through the door.

Lips still puckered, he stared at the shut door as he watched your figure leaving and entering the bus through the window. His eyebrow raised in confusion at what just happened.

That evening, you came home to a silent and empty home. Ohma seemed to have gone out once more whilst you were away.

Thursday, you were awoken at 7 in the morning by your husband. He shook you back and forth.

"Y/N, wake up. You'll be late for work."

You groaned groggily, turning over to your other side."I have an afternoon shift today..." You said."Oh." Ohma muttered in realization. He laid down next to you, pulling you close. You pushed him away. He tried once more, however to your protest.

"Y/N, why don't you want to be near me?" He asked. You groaned."Shut up, let me sleep..."He sighed, turning over his side. You peeked, opening your eye.

"Ohma, do you still love me?" You asked. There was no response. Wondering, you sat up and looked at him."Ohma-"

The fighter had fallen asleep, drooling and snoring. You gritted your teeth in anger, throwing yourself back to bed as you made sure to sleep as far away from him as possible.

Later, you attended your afternoon shift and got home late in the night. Ohma had fallen asleep by the time you had returned.

Friday, you had no work today.

It was an hour before noon. Getting out of bed, you groaned. You went downstairs to see him on the couch eating chips. You made eye contact with him as he noticed you. You opened your mouth as you were going to speak, but he had turned his head.

Odd. He'd usually greet you a good morning, but this time he had ignored you? You angrily shot him a glare.

"Man, it feels good to wake up naturally though..." You thought. Thankfully Ohma didn't wake you up thinking you had work today.

Wait.

He didn't wake you up despite not knowing you didn't have work today. In your head, this concluded that he no longer cared.

You loudly smacked your cup off cofee down on the counter. Ohma's head turned to you.

"Get ready to go out. We need to go shopping for groceries and other stuff we need to buy." You said. He grunted as he got up, not saying a word in response. This irritated you.

Alas, he pushed the shopping cart as you picked out products off the shelves. You two had already finished buying more silverware and household items with much fighting and bickering.

You struggled to reach a can of tomato soup. Ohma extended his arm to bring it down to you. Just as you were going to receive it, he stopped. You swung your arms at him in an attempt to snatch it away.

"Give it!" You growled."No. Not until you tell me why you've been weird this week." He said."Well, who wouldn't be if their husband didn't love them anymore!" You said. Ohma gave you an extreme expression of confusion and shock.

"Hah?""Yeah, don't try to deny it. You've been trouble these past few days. You're always smiling at your phone too!" You said. His expression only intensified even more. You began to feel embarrassed. You were acting like a jealous highschool girl.

"Tell me, Y/N. Why the hell do you think I married you?" He said, pushing you against the grocery shelves. You worried you'd knock something over.

"W-Well, uh..."His hand aggressively grabbed your face."Do you think i'm stupid enough to marry you if I didn't love you?"

His face inched closer to yours, lips an inch away from touching."Wait, Ohma- we're in public..."

Indeed, you two were in public. A young boy had walked into the scene, staring at you two.

The child soon cried, running away after a moment of awkward silence. You smacked Ohma on the back, shoving him away from you.

"Don't ever do that again!" Your cheeks painted red. Ohma sighed."I still do care about you, Y/N." He said. You turned away.

"Then why are you always going out on your own without telling me where you're off to?" You said."You're tired from work. I don't want to bother you." He replied."Why did you ignore me this morning?""Well, you didn't want to talk to me for two days so I figured not to force it."

You realized how terrible you've been.

"I'm sorry..." You apologized. Work truly did have you on your toes, easily irritating you and making you snap at your husband that did nothing wrong.

"How about you? Do you still uh...l-love me?" He awkwardly stuttered."Pfft." You laughed, smacking him on the back."Of course I do! I love you endlessly!" You proclaimed. Ohma didn't really know what that word meant, but it sounded good. He smiled.

"Then everything's fine." Ohma said. You grinned back."Oh, by the way, I know I smack pretty hard sometimes. Why do you never dodge?" You asked. He looked at you like you asked an alien type of question.

"Well, I like it when you touch me." He shrugged. Your lips pursed as tears formed in your eyes.

"Ohm's, you charm~!" You embraced him rather tightly and roughly. Ohma was beyond confused, but hugged you back anyway.