You used to hate Issei with a burning passion throughout high school. You didn't want anything to do with him, which was ironic because now you seem to be sharing his last name.

It's a happy marriage of course.

It was three in the morning where both you and Issei were baking cookies like unproper adults. He leans on the kitchen counter as he listens to you rambling about how to achieve the perfect cookies, humming softly with eyes full of love as he stares at you.

"Mhm, baby" He murmurs.