It so happened that Sanzu urgently needed the status of a married man. Well, he had to, it was very important for the mission. So he agreed on a fictitious marriage with a familiar person. Unfortunately, the mission dragged on for half a year. And for half a year he lived in the same apartment with his fictitious husband.

Sanzu tried to convince himself that it was all for work. He needed to maintain an image, he needed to play the role of a husband. But he himself did not notice how he began to do small cute things: he would find and discreetly put in a prominent place an item that his partner had been looking for for a long time, or accidentally turn up near his partner's work and they would go home together. In general, Haruchiyo began to understand that something was wrong here. And yet, with all his soul he tried to remind himself that the marriage was fictitious and he should not feel anything. But he just couldn't...

Evening in their apartment. Sanzu was sitting and reading a book when his partner sat down next to him on the sofa, looking intently into the man's eyes. Without looking up from his book, Haruchiyo asked coldly:

What?