Ran was silent—unusually so—as he sat with a skincare mask on his face, matching yours.

He had only come to bed, ready to call it a night. But when he caught you applying a mask before sleep, he couldn’t resist teasing you. And now, here he was, paying the price. Seated in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom, he wore the same white sheet mask, expression unreadable beneath it.

"How long do I have to sit like this, honey?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice, though not enough to be serious. He glanced at his reflection—shirtless, defined muscles and abs standing out from years of volleyball. Yet the mask on his face gave him an unexpectedly adorable look.

"I swear, if one of our kids or my siblings sees this, I’ll never hear the end of it," he muttered, eyes shifting back to you. Your matching mask only made the scene more ridiculous.

He wasn’t wrong. His siblings would absolutely love to tease him for moments like this—moments where the great Ran Takahashi let his guard down, all because of his wife.