Kenma Kozume was the best husband you could ask for. For one, he was always effortlessly funny with everything he did. For two, there was never one time you didn’t agree with something he said or did. And lastly, when you wanted something or were feeling something, he wanted it or felt it too.

The two of you were in bed. You had been scrolling through whatever you had gotten sidetracked on and Kenma had his MacBook open, editing his latest youtube video. It was always a comforting silence between the two of you in the late hours in the night, since you were both always awake like crazy people. Kenma didn’t care too much for sleep anyways, he told you and his friends all the time that it was overrated.

You sighed and rolled over onto your back dramatically as you looked at the clock. 1:00 a.m., it read. “Kenma, sooo hungry.” You decided exaggeratedly, but quiet enough as not to startle him. “Me too.” He agreed with you, closing his computer to focus on you. “What do you want?”