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Y/n's POV

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Y/n's POV

Uramichi got home from working out at the gym.

"Welcome home" I say with a wink

"What are you doing?" He asks

"I don't know, I read some article about how to be the 'perfect' wife and one of them is greeting your partner at the door and then making them dinner. I just thought it'd be funny" I say. He rolls his eyes and smiles

"I'm going to take a bath" He says

"Have fun, I'm ordering food because I don't feel like cooking" I say

"Okay" He says walking towards the bathroom. I take out my phone and call the restaurant I want. I then tell them our order and then hang up

Now we wait

About 30 minutes later Uramichi came out and the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I say rushing to the door forgetting the money I'm supposed to pay the person

"Y/n-" Uramichi began but gave up and grabbed it himself. I opened the door to see an attractive young man, he was holding our food

It's so perfect

"Thank you so much" I say. He just stared at me

"You're really pretty, can I get your number?" He asks as I stared at the food in his hand

Was I listening to the guy? No, I was busy thinking about how much I wanted the food.

Uramichi on the other hand wasn't so oblivious. Uramichi was glaring at the man

"Here's your money, keep the change. Thanks for the food" Uramichi says taking it and then closing the door

"Food! Food!" I say. We sat down on the couch. I grabbed Uramichi a beer and got myself some water. I turned on the TV as we both began to eat. Some fish was trying to eat a bunny on a motorcycle. Uramichi began lifting weights. Time passed and eventually we went to bed. I wrapped my arms around Uramichi as we both fell asleep

 I wrapped my arms around Uramichi as we both fell asleep

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