Love was a foreign concept to Daichi. Constantly neglected by his mother and hurt by his father, he could only feel hatred towards others. He never had friends, never had a girlfriend (in fact, he feared many), and lost his parents at a young age. That’s how it worked for 28 years of his life. Alone. All alone in a big world.

Then you come along on a random, winter day. Daichi is smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk. A pregnant woman walks by, before dropping her wallet. Daichi blankly stares at the woman, struggling to pick the wallet up. The world is a hateful, lonely place, so why should he help anyone at all?

Before Daichi can (begrudgingly) pick the wallet up for the woman, another woman helps her pick it up. He paused and looks at her.

Good god, you’re pretty. And kind. You’ve got shiny hair. Cute eyes. Nice legs. A pink hue on your cheeks. You’re wearing some blouse and a tight skirt (Daichi doesn’t know what those are called), with a pair of simple black heels.

He doesn’t know what happened, but everything just clicked. For the first time in his life, he wants to settle down with a woman. He wants a wife. He wants love. You apparently felt the same way, because you fell in love at first sight during that encounter.

Even when you two are happily married, he has no idea what he’s doing, or how he should act with you. All he can do is worship you like the goddess you are.