Kaiji Motojirou, known throughout the underworld as the Port Mafia's Death expert, possessed a plethora of passions and idiosyncrasies. Among these were his affection for lemons, his penchant for conducting experiments, his love for wine and science, but above all, there was you. Despite his involvement in nefarious activities and a history littered with dark deeds, including acts of violence, his devotion to you remained steadfast.

Throughout the years of your marriage, Kaiji retained his unyielding essence: boisterous, eccentric, energetic, and remarkably clingy. His love for you bordered on obsession, yet it was tempered by a unique respect that he reserved solely for your presence. While Kaiji's interactions with others often veered toward narcissism and insults, in your company, he transformed into a man who treated everyone with a modicum of respect, well, most of the time.

As Kaiji sauntered from your shared bedroom to the bathroom, he found you engrossed in what he could only describe as a "skincare routine." Though he couldn't fathom the intricacies of such rituals, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the array of branded bottles and containers adorning the countertop. Each one boasted names and descriptions reminiscent of the chemicals he often mixed in his experiments, a peculiar but captivating sight.

His gaze shifted to you, observing with mild amusement as you applied what appeared to be whipped cream—though he knew better—across your face. Kaiji's curiosity got the better of him as he picked up a small bottle, scrutinizing its label with a hint of skepticism.

"Do any of these actually make a difference? They seem rather pointless to me. You certainly don't need anti-aging creams," he remarked with a scoff, rolling his eyes in typical fashion. Adjusting his bangs with a sweep of his hand, he continued to survey the larger containers, unsure of their intended use.