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The past few months had been the happiest of his life. Kurosawa must have done something very good in a past life to be blessed with a husband as lovely as Adachi. They complemented each other perfectly, and adapting to married life had come naturally and easily. That was what Kurosawa enjoyed the most—the sense of routine they had built together.
They split the household chores, although if it were up to him, Kurosawa would take care of everything just for the pleasure of serving Adachi. Luckily for him, he had a very considerate partner who would never allow him to shoulder all the work alone. Adachi handled most of the cleaning: keeping their shared bedroom tidy and maintaining a list of things they needed for the household, such as groceries and cleaning supplies.
Kurosawa’s responsibilities, on the other hand, were cooking and doing the laundry for both of them. This was where he allowed himself a few liberties and showed off, doing his very best for his partner. To begin with, the homemade meals he prepared were highly nutritious. Over the past few months, he had noticed how refreshed and energetic Adachi looked—undoubtedly a positive change for someone who spent most of the day sitting at a desk.
Then there was the matter of clothes. As a wedding gift, Kurosawa had given his beloved husband two new suits. Not that Adachi’s old suits looked bad on him—far from it. Everything looked good on his beloved. But when he saw those suits displayed in a shop window, his body had moved on its own, and he had bought the beautiful sets without a second thought. They were earth-toned suits, Adachi’s favorites, with trousers that flared slightly at the hem and jackets made of fabric that hugged the body just right. Without a doubt, his husband looked incredibly stylish, and Kurosawa couldn’t stop admiring him. He also made sure to personally iron and lightly perfume the suits they both wore every day.
Adachi, for his part, had gifted Kurosawa a wristwatch engraved with their initials and a small drawing of a kiss placed exactly where 6:30 a.m. would be. That was the precise time they left for work together, which meant it was time for their morning kiss. Of course, Kurosawa didn’t need to look at his watch to know that—if it were up to him, every hour would be the right time to kiss Adachi.
This was where their routines began to merge. Kurosawa was a vain man—this was no secret to anyone—so he took great care of his skin with a proper skincare routine. Adachi noticed quickly and mentioned that he would like to try it too. Kurosawa believed Adachi’s skin was already perfect, like everything about him, so he simply recommended a daily moisturizer and a refreshing serum. They truly enjoyed doing simple couple activities together, like applying cream side by side before going to bed.
They also coordinated their hair appointments, going to get their hair trimmed every few months. Both kept their usual styles, though Adachi had grown a bit bolder and cut his bangs slightly shorter than usual. It wasn’t a dramatic change to most people, but to someone like Kurosawa—who held a master’s degree in noticing every tiny detail about his partner—it was absolutely charming. It allowed him to see his husband’s beautiful eyes more clearly.
These were only the positive physical aspects of Adachi and Kurosawa living together. There were also noticeable changes in Adachi’s attitude. He had become less nervous and more confident, starting to do things that pushed him outside his comfort zone. He was more sociable at work—not that he initiated conversations himself, but he was now able to join group discussions and ask his coworkers for help when he needed it.
He made an effort not to stay silent when he needed something and no longer let Urabe overload him with work. He was also more open when talking to store employees, and in general handled social situations much better. This didn’t mean he had become extroverted, but he could now hold his own in society.
His personal growth was undeniable. After all, his time as a wizard had given him wonderful experiences. Not only had he found a partner better than he had ever dreamed of, but he also felt deeply loved and supported. Every day he woke up with an energy and happiness he could only attribute to his new habits.
Kurosawa, too, had improved when it came to his insecurities about always being perfect. With Adachi, he felt completely free to be himself. It was clear that a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Before, his smiles at work had been forced; now they came naturally. All he had to do was glance at his husband for that happiness to last all day.
These changes in Adachi were no longer noticed only by his partner. Kurosawa soon realized that Adachi was starting to gain a bit of popularity at work. None of the changes were extreme on their own, but together they made his partner look like a completely renewed person.
Adachi wore perfectly tailored suits every day—impeccable and lightly scented. They even highlighted his waist and shoulders. His hair was neatly styled, his skin looked fresh, and his posture was better; he no longer slouched like before. He carried himself with more presence, considering he had once been someone who tried to blend into the background and avoid attention. In short, Adachi looked very handsome, and his coworkers had begun to notice.
It was on one of those days that Kurosawa finally realized the impact his husband was having in the office. Sometimes he overheard younger women gossiping about how good Adachi looked. How could people only be noticing now? His husband was, and had always been, very attractive. Kurosawa had known this for a long time and loved him deeply for far more than just that.
Still, he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t starting to feel a little jealous. Now everyone was noticing how incredible Adachi was and frequently sought out his attention.
“Adachi-kun looks so good today!” one dark-haired young woman commented to her coworkers. Kurosawa thought they were from the administrative department.
“He should’ve changed his old suits a long time ago. He definitely looks more handsome like this,” another replied.
“And you haven’t even seen him up close. He has such a sweet face. I talked to him the other day, and he’s very polite,” a third woman added.
The three women walked back to their work area, continuing to talk about how amazing Adachi was and what a great partner he would make. Good grief. It wasn’t as if their marriage was a secret at work—after all, Fujisaki, Rokkaku, Urabe, and a few others knew—but everyone had been very discreet about it.
It wasn’t strange that most of the office didn’t know, but they really did look foolish. Kurosawa and Adachi didn’t go out of their way to hide it. They came to work together, left together, ate together. Their clothes smelled like the same detergent, and they even wore matching wedding rings. People simply hadn’t been paying close enough attention.
Hearing conversations like this from coworkers had become more and more common. When Kurosawa asked his husband how he felt about his newfound popularity, Adachi simply replied that it made him a little embarrassed, but he was glad the comments were positive. He had spent a long time hearing complaints about himself, so this was a nice change. Kurosawa couldn’t help but melt with love for his husband. How could he dare feel jealous when his beloved looked so happy?
Not long after, Kurosawa was working peacefully when he decided it was a good moment to look over at his husband and give him a gaze full of love. However, Adachi wasn’t at his desk. Instead, he was talking with a mixed group of coworkers. Kurosawa could spot Fujisaki among them; the others weren’t people he spoke to often, but they seemed to be from Adachi’s department. It sounded like they were organizing an outing after work, so he approached them to join the conversation.
He moved closer and stood beside his husband. Adachi looked at him tenderly, and Kurosawa fell in love all over again.
“The plan is to go to a bar to celebrate Nene-san’s promotion,” said a man with glasses and freckles.
“It’ll be fun, Adachi-kun! You should come with us!” a young woman with curly hair said, casting a very flirtatious look at his husband.
“Do you really want me to come?” Adachi asked, thinking it over for a moment.
“Of course! It’s really nice having you around, Adachi. Besides, you’ve been looking very handsome lately,” the curly-haired woman replied. “Don’t you think so too, Kurosawa-kun? Adachi is giving you some competition.”
Very well. This was his chance to talk about his favorite subject—his beautiful husband. He could talk about Adachi for hours; his sister could attest to that fact. Lately, most of his conversations revolved around how much he loved him. But this time was different. Kurosawa noticed the looks that curly-haired woman was giving his husband, and before he could stop himself, the demon of jealousy entered his body, ready to defend what was his.
“Adachi is my husband. How could I not notice how handsome he is?” he replied, completely naturally.
It took less than a second for him to realize what he had said. One look at the shocked expressions around him was enough—about eight people, not counting Fujisaki, were staring at him with their mouths hanging open. He couldn’t believe he had said that in front of everyone without consulting Adachi first. He wouldn’t have blamed him for getting angry.
The woman from before was the first to speak.
“Your what?”
Before Kurosawa could respond, Adachi beat him to it. He took Kurosawa’s hand and raised it alongside his own, showing the wedding rings they both wore, while stepping closer to him, almost hugging him.
“That’s right! Kurosawa and I have been married for five months, and we’re very happy together,” he said quickly and energetically. There was pride in his voice, as if it were something he’d been wanting to say for a long time.
Adachi turned to look at him, cheeks flushed and smiling brightly. Kurosawa loved this man so much—his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He couldn’t help but marvel at how incredible Adachi was. Kurosawa had been left speechless, smiling like an idiot with his face completely red.
“Congratulations to you both!” said the same man with glasses and freckles.
“That’s amazing, guys!” said another man in a black suit.
“How did you hide it for so long?” asked a short woman.
“Well, that explains a lot—Kurosawa really cast his charm spell on Adachi!” another woman joked.
The group of coworkers continued chatting excitedly and asking the two of them questions. What was surprising was that Adachi led the conversation. He talked about the wedding and how well things had been going these past few months, all with a big smile, holding Kurosawa even closer.
Without a doubt, his husband had come out of his shell and was showing himself to the world with a newfound confidence. Kurosawa never grew tired of admiring him. Adachi was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he wanted to stay by his side for as long as time would allow. He wanted to grow emotionally together with him and complement him every single day.
Now everyone would know they were a couple—and Kurosawa couldn’t have been happier about it.