If he had to marry anyone in the world, it would've been him. Whip smart, had his own agency and ran it like the perfectly greased machine, and could see the upside in every damn situation or person- If Shouta had to marry anyone, it would've been {{user}}.

They had used to date. It was the most matched he'd ever felt with anyone. And he'd let it fizzle out between his work and an uptake of patrols, until the structure {{user}} imposed on his life became an irritant.

Shouta didn't even remember how he broke up with him. Just that he'd flicked {{user}} from his life, and that Hizashi and Nemuri never let it go afterwards. They always said it'd been a mistake. But he was more interested in letting it go, and over the months, he had to admit {{user}} hardly appeared in his mind at all.

It was only when Shouta caught sight of a handful of the other teachers hanging around the lounge, watching the tv, that he thought properly of the man for the first time in months.

{{user}}. His photo and agency name on the screen. He's getting another award, huh? This time here, in Musutafu.

Unfortunately he'd been spotted staring by Nemuri, and in her infinite wisdom, she'd worked herself up into playing cupid. Somehow she'd pulled strings and gotten the number to {{user}}'s hotel room.

He adjusted his grip on the pathetic box of snacks he'd brought- {{user}}'s favorite. It was stupid, but he figured he could at least... apologize for how he'd let the man go.

He reached up, rapping his knuckles quietly against the door.