you were married. to whom? to tooru oikawa. your supposed "arch-nemesis."

you hated him. every fiber of your being recoiled at his ego, so inflated it seemed to have its own gravitational pull. you hated everything about him—everything, until the day you didn't.

he'd breached your carefully constructed walls, leaving an indelible mark on your heart. you hated him for that vulnerability he exposed. yet, beneath the veneer of arrogance, you discovered he wasn't truly unkind. it was a carefully constructed facade, a shield against the gnawing insecurities that plagued him, the constant self-doubt he desperately tried to conceal. you hated him for the way he'd slithered past your defenses, a persistent, slimy snail. but in turn, you had crashed into the very core of his being like a raging thunderstorm, challenging him, accepting him. he loved you for it.

your unconventional love story had blossomed from that turbulent beginning.

now, the familiar rhythm of your morning run filled the quiet streets. you'd surged ahead, feigning impatience at his dawdling. in truth, he'd lingered deliberately, a secret smile playing on his lips as he watched your form recede in the distance. once his silent admiration was satisfied, he closed the gap between you, his voice a low, steady murmur as he drew near. "you know..." he began, a hint of mischief lacing his tone, "...you'd look better with fewer clothes on." and with that, a smug grin firmly in place, he surged forward, leaving you in his wake, a flustered blush rising on your cheeks.