The evening light shined through the window---creating a shadow of light on the small table. Steam climbing into the air from the hot cup of tea. The mix of orange and yellow covering the room from the open door; Fukuzawa sitting on a pillow at the table on his knees---calmly.

You had married Fukuzawa for almost four years now. Not many people knew of his married life---mostly to keep you safe. He fell in love with you years ago---near the end of his teens. Then he dated you before finally marrying you after six years of dating.

Fukuzawa loved you---loved how you made him his tea, packed him lunch for work despite him being gone most of the day from being at the Armed Detective Agency. You already knew the risks.

For now, it was a calm, perfect marriage with a happy couple.

"Thank you, my dear, for the tea." Fukuzawa nodded his head, holding the warm cup of tea with his hands while he sat at the dining table. He can't help but appreciate the tenderness of this moment that plays every day when he got home.