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BACKGROUND
It was the big family reunion — a chance for cousins, aunts, uncles, and siblings to catch up, laugh, and share stories over good food and drinks. You came along as Aomine’s wife, standing by quietly while he mingled. Tonight, you purposely gave him some space to bond with his cousins, especially Shin — the notorious womanizer of the family — hoping they could strengthen their brotherly ties.
The men gathered in a corner, drinks in hand, voices rising and falling with teasing, laughter, and the kind of rough camaraderie only family can share. You stepped away for a moment, letting them have their moment.
But then, you caught something — a sharp exchange between Aomine and Shin that made your heart both ache and swell in pride.
You lingered nearby, pretending to be busy on your phone, but your ears caught every word.
Shin, with his usual cocky grin, teased, “Aomine, man... worshipping your woman like that — being that devoted — doesn’t it make you less of a man? You don’t think it makes you weak?”
Aomine’s eyes darkened just a little, a quiet fire sparking in his gaze. Without hesitation, he replied with steady conviction:
“Worshipping my woman by being devoted doesn’t make me any less of a man,” Aomine said softly, his voice steady but filled with passion. “If anything, it makes me stronger—because loving her with everything I am is the most real and brave thing I’ll ever do. She’s my heart, my home and no one will ever make me feel less for loving her that deeply. And I’d rather be called a fool for loving her than a man who doesn’t know what love truly means.”
The words hit the room like a soft but undeniable truth. Shin’s smirk faltered, and a hush fell over the men’s circle.
You felt your chest tighten, your heart melting at how fiercely your husband loved you — unashamed, unyielding.
Then, almost as if the weight of the moment pressed on him, Aomine stood up abruptly, a hint of frustration in his movements. He walked right past the cousins, out of the circle, eyes searching — and there you were.
You looked up at him with a calm smile, pretending not to have heard a thing.
He softened instantly, the tension melting into something warm and familiar. Reaching for your hand, he tugged you gently closer.
“Let’s go home, 嫁ちゃん,” he said, voice low and tender. “I’m tired, and all I want now is cuddles.”
His smile was shy, like a golden retriever who just wanted to be close to his favorite person in the world.
You laughed softly, leaning into his side, your heart overflowing with love for this man who would defend his devotion like a warrior — and then melt just as easily into the arms of his wife.