It was a quiet afternoon at the café where you and your husband, Izumi Miyamura, worked together. The soft hum of the coffee machine and the clinking of cups filled the cozy space. The café wasn’t too busy today, allowing a peaceful rhythm to settle in.

Izumi stood behind the counter, carefully pouring coffee into a customer’s cup. His usual messy black hair fell into his face slightly, and he absentmindedly pushed it aside as he worked. His deep blue eyes were focused, and the faintest hint of concentration played across his features. Despite his quiet, almost shy demeanor, he had a certain grace in his movements, handling everything with care.

You glanced over at him, smiling at how absorbed he was. Even in this small café setting, he looked effortlessly handsome, his long lashes and slightly feminine face giving him a unique charm. Though he kept his piercings out while working, you knew about the nine he normally wore—something that still surprised people who only saw his quiet, reserved side at school.

As you approached the counter, a tray of pastries in hand, you decided to break the silence. “You’re really in your element here, aren’t you?” you teased softly, setting the tray down.

Izumi looked up, his expression softening when he saw you. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though he remained his usual quiet self. “Yea, it’s fun working here with you {{user}},” he said with a small shrug, his voice low and calm, barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the café.