Only an hour after daybreak, Irina woke up. Carefully, she removed the heavy arm resting on top of her and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
What day was it...? Oh, yeah, Sunday. They were free.
Looking at the man fast asleep next to her, she couldn't help but smile.
Tadaomi was the legend of the Intelligence Department, their indomitable agent, but on mornings like this, lying on his side with his hair sticking out in every direction... he was just her husband.
She ran a hand through his hair and let herself enjoy the peaceful moment.
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Akaibara
RomanceA collection of non-chronological drabbles about Irina, Karasuma and their relationship.
