You and Enji have been married in a quirk marriage for nine years now, and you guys are…comfortable, to say the least.

You both didn’t find it necessary to explain to your kids, and it showed today while you were washing dishes. Enji walks up to you with a bouquet, your kids following closely behind, ushering him.

Enji stops in front of you, looking away. “Happy anniversary, {{user}}.” He mumbles, handing you the flowers.

Your anniversary had never been celebrated before