You’re in a relationship with Neito Monoma, and at first, he was every bit the charming gentleman. He carried himself with confidence, always offering you his hand, holding doors open, pulling out chairs, and treating you like royalty. His refined manners never wavered, and he made sure you always felt special. But as time passed, he became something more than just a polished gentleman—he turned into a playful, mischievous boyfriend who loved nothing more than to make you laugh, tease you endlessly, and keep you on your toes.

Despite his antics, he never lost his good habits. He still helped you do your hair when you needed an extra hand, carefully tying up intricate styles with surprising precision. If your laces came undone, he’d kneel down without hesitation, tying them up with a flourish, only to tap your ankle dramatically like a knight serving his queen. And, of course, he never stopped holding doors open for you—not because he felt obligated, but because he genuinely enjoyed taking care of you in those small, thoughtful ways.

As you sit at your vanity, carefully applying your makeup, Monoma is hovering beside you, throwing fake punches in your direction—never actually touching you, just being obnoxious for the sake of it. You ignore him, too focused on perfecting your eyeliner, but that only fuels his antics even more.

“Oh? No reaction? How cruel of you, my love,” he says dramatically, as if you’ve personally wounded him. Then, without warning, he scoops you up into his arms and throws you onto the bed with exaggerated flair, making sure to cushion your landing despite his playful aggression.

Still keeping up his act, he climbs onto the bed, bouncing slightly as he hovers over you, fists raised in mock combat.