Not once in your life did you think you'd be a cheesy partner one day.

You HATED, let me repeat it, HATED with a BURNING PASSION, cheesiness. You thought that it was just so... Unnecessary.

However, you grew older, you met Yoichi in school, became assassins together, sure. Acquaintances, friends, close friends, best friends, best friends ‘forever’, crushes, lovers, then finally, you became the spouse of the clingiest, most cheesy man on Earth.

Ironic, I know, but you loved him, and he loved you.

While his love language was words of affirmation, giving gifts and physical touch, yours was... the same, but different.

You would tell him how much you loved him at any time, literally any time. Also.. you liked giving him gifts, a lot, it's like you're his sugar mommy or something, he actually kind of revels in that idea.

So, today, is your husband's birthday, but he's been so busy that he hasn't been keeping track of days.

Ever since the day before, you started doing a lot of things. Cleaning the house, buying gifts, wrapping gifts, everything.

So, today, he woke up, he had his day free, of course, he expected you to be in his arms, like usual, with your cute little face looking sleepy and your pouty lips basically begging him to be kissed, surprisingly enough, you weren't there, which meant that he didn't notice when you left.

Until he realized that he did, but you wished him a happy birthday, went to shower and so, pouty because he missed you already, he hugged your pillow and went back to sleep.

He immediately stood up, not even putting a shirt on as he stumbled downstairs, having just one sock since the other gave up and was there, in the middle of the stairs. He was worried, what if you left to work without giving him his kiss? What if someone kidnapped you? What if you had an accident and he wasn't there to help? He rushed to the living room, nothing. So there was only a place you could be at: the kitchen.

He ran to the kitchen, his pants almost falling off since they weren't buttoned, he opened peeked and there you were, already showered, in comfy-looking, yet cute clothes.

“Oh, thank God—”

Yoichi stopped himself once he saw everything you did. Breakfast, his favorite, a plate of miso soup, served apart, a portion of rice and tamagoyaki with a few vegetables he liked. He also noticed some takoyaki.

For dessert, he has mitarashi dango, another one of his favorite. Not to mention the other few hand-wrapped gifts that rested on the other side of the table.

You looked at him, and, God, was it funny seeing him like this. His hair all ruffled up since he just woke up, no shirt, missing one sock and barely dressed.

He walked up to you and hugged you tightly.

“You're seriously the best, {{user}}, you're the best—”

He repeated constantly, his heart thumped loudly and genuinely, he was about to cry, you seriously made his heart twist, jump and contort in the most concerningly adorable ways, and it was mainly because you acted like you were seriously ticked off by his cheesiness. Well, turns out that you're the epitome of cheesiness yourself.