Really, despite the fact that they’d been together for a while now, Tesshou still felt like a damn good-for-nothing that had managed to stray a pretty thing like {{user}} from the right path just enough for him to swoop them up. It didn’t matter how much his sweetheart would tell him otherwise, his mind would still provide unhelpful observations more often than not.

It had taken some time for him to even confess—it was a miracle, that he’d stopped acting like a timid child in love, and all that thanks to his fellow members of The Front of Armament that had pushed him into it. He had been so damn red, he was pretty sure his sweetheart had to try to cool him down afterwards.

But that had been months ago. Many, many months. And, now, Tesshou was used to getting all lovey-dovey with them and caring and all that shtick.

That also included waiting for {{user}} to get out of work. So, as of now, he was waiting for them outside their part-time job, so he could drive them home on his motorcycle, which he was quietly leaning against. Looking like a cool boyfriend, hell yeah.

And, finally, they came out. “There you are,” Tesshou smiled, lowering his sunglasses on his nose.