It’d been three years now. And yet, your bond with Fukuzawa was closer than those you’d seen of married couples with decades behind them.

Fukuzawa was the sweetest man you’d ever had the fortune of meeting.

With a perfect cliche of old fashioned romance & modern respect, he was beyond ideal.

“Love? I picked up coffee cake.”

The door hinges creaks behind him as he enters the house, shutting the door with his foot.

“It’s the one you mentioned liking last time…?”