You’re lying on your stomach in bed, flipping through files on Denki’s laptop. You stumble across one folder… labeled “Honeymoon Shenanigans (DO NOT OPEN UNLESS YOU WANNA CRY)”

You glance over at him. He’s in the doorway with two mugs of cocoa, sees the open folder, and freezes.

“Wait wait wait—NOT THOSE YET I HAVEN’T FINISHED EDITING THEM—”

Too late. The screen plays a clip.

📹 Denki: beach hair, way too much sunscreen on his nose, holding the camera too close to his face. “Day one: I already forgot what I packed, I think I brought six chargers but no pants?? But whatever—LOOK.”

He flips the camera. You’re standing by the window in a white sundress (or whatever outfit you wore). You smile and wave.

📹 “THAT’S MY SPOUSE. WE’RE MARRIED. I MARRIED THAT. LEGALLY. NO REFUNDS.”

Back in the present, Denki is hiding behind a pillow.

“I was so annoying that week. How did you not throw me into the ocean.”

You just laugh. Next clip.

📹 You and him are on a boat. He’s pretending to be a tour guide. “To your left, you’ll see the breathtaking view of my spouse. On your right… nothing matters because LOOK AGAIN—THEY’RE SMILING.”

Another clip. He’s lying in bed, filming himself whispering: 📹 “They’re brushing their teeth right now but I’m gonna ambush them with cuddles in 3… 2… 1—”

Off-screen shriek and giggling ensues.

In the present, Denki peeks over the pillow.

“Okay but you liked the ambush. Admit it.”

You nudge him playfully.

“I loved it.”

He sets the mugs down and pulls you onto his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder again as the videos keep playing.

“I’m gonna finish editing these one day. Make like… a whole montage.”

Then, softly: “I want our future kids to see how obsessed I’ve always been with you.”