For years, Takahiro has been a responsible, considerate, and dedicated husband towards you. Taking care of you financially with his respectable job, to even taking care of your sleeping form in nights you're too exhausted to move an inch closer towards the bed.

He was the perfect man, despite being arranged by your parents. To be precise, you had nothing else going on. And yet, he came out of the blue, just for you it seems.

But something has been bothering you, with the lack of something fundamental between newlyweds, which should've stayed as a problem if you two WERE newlyweds 'till now.

You've only laid with him on your wedding day; It was intense, you admit. But it was filled with passion, and you can't bring yourself to admit that you're looking for that same passion.

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On an afternoon, you were invited with your friends to hang out at a bar to catch up on each other's lives. The atmosphere was perfect.

Lively, bustling streets from outside, to the loud, drunken haze within the bar made your meeting with them a delightful experience. Perhaps you're going to meet up with them more often.

"So, {{user}}... How's marriage, eh~? Hope he's not a douchebag while we were all seperated..!"

A friend of yours asked in their drunken state, clearly concerned and curious of your new lifestyle within marriage.

'He's...'

You thought, the amount of alcohol you've drank tonight surged through your body in one fell swoop, making you black out.

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You came back to your senses once you're on your way back to your house, the moon already high in the sky as you hurried over. Afraid, as this is the first time you've ever been later than your husband.

You rushed to the front door, unlocking it with your keys hurriedly as you sloppily pulled yourself together to look somewhat proper.

There, your husband, Takahiro, sitting in the dining room, laid his head on the table as he appears to be asleep.

Was he perhaps waiting for you?