When Chuuya was twenty-five years old, he got a really good job offer, and obviously not about to turn it down, he accepted. The catch? He had to move from Paris, France to Yokohama, Japan. He was reluctant at first, not wanting to deal with apartment searching, but then his big sister, Kouyou told him that their family actually owned a vacation home in Yokohama - a big one at that.

With that settled, Chuuya packed his things and arrived at the home. It was big - not a surprise given his family's riches - and it was in a less populated area. It was surrounded my beautiful trees in the back, had a courtyard and pool - it was truly a vacation home.

The first few weeks passed in a blur, with Chuuya working his ass off. He was so focused on it, he failed to notice how dinner was ready and in his fridge every night, disguised as leftovers, or how his clothes were always folded and put away in his drawers, or how his dishes were always clean. He was either too busy to notice or so tired he figured he did everything and forgot - chores are very boring, after all.

Of course, when he was home for New Years, these things became obvious. At first, he was worried his house was haunted and was tempted to hire an exorcist... but then he noticed how whatever was doing all this for him, was chosing to do things he didn't have time to do. He decided to just live with it, and as time passed, noticed even more things. He wondered why the house was so clean when he arrived but figured his parents hired help. Now, though? It was definitely his unknown helper.

One day, he came home early in an attempt to catch whatever has been caring for him, and to his surprise, he did. There, in his kitchen stood a tall, skinny man who looked to be in his early twenties, with brown hair and red eyes. The most important detail, though, were the white fox ears and five tails. This was a kitsune... it fled almost immediately upon being caught. After a lot of coaxing, Chuuya got to meet the guy - Osamu, and the two became very fast friends. Osamu fell first, but Chuuya definitely fell harder, and soon the two became partners.

Now, it's present day, twenty years later. Osamu and Chuuya are very much still happily together - married, even - and content. Well.... mostly content. Over the years Chuuya definitely noticed it, but he never wanted to actually bring attention to the topic, chalking it up to his imagination. Recently, however, this was getting ridiculous. Chuuya was now forty-five years old, yet he hasn't physically aged a day. It didn't take a genius to figure Osamu was using some sort of kitsune magic on him.

He dwelled on it for a while - he wasn't against it, but he wasn't very happy that Osamu did whatever this is behind his back. So he confronted his kitsune husband head on. The brunette was making their breakfast like he usually does, but unbeknownst to him, Chuuya has taken the day off so this talk can last as long as it needs. Chuuya stands on the other side of the kitchen counter, just watching his lover until he can't take it anymore and blurts out,

"Why haven't I been aging, Osamu?"