Chapter 1

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Author's POV


You struggled with the heavy paper bags filled with groceries and food supplies you needed at home, forcing yourself to walk some more time with the heavy paper bags as you can see your apartment complex in your line of sight.

This was almost a routine of yours, waking up to the presence of your one year boyfriend, Osamu Miya whom you met in collage. And then proceeding to ready yourself to head towards the super market, shopping today's ingredients.

You were the perfect housewife material as some people would say, you had a smile on your face while doing house work, it was almost as if it was your own passion, you were kind and sweet, always so nice that if people pushed you on the ground you will still be the one to say I'm sorry.

And maybe that's what Osamu saw in you that made him fall for you deep, you were so kind and the determination in your eyes was ever so genuine when he first looked at you in college, you didn't think of him as someone romantically before, but I guess the univere had found it's way to build a path for the two of you and now the both of you were on year in the relationship.

You were meant for each other and that's what people think, Osamu works at a successful Onigiri shop, 'Onigii Miya' while you handled the small apartment that is styled in a ryokan style, it was not much but it held precious memories with Osamu and you.

That's what matters.


He was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after he asked to be your boyfriend after you both graduated, you two made a big decision on living in the same roof, it worked out fine.


Such a perfect couple, that's what people says, but maybe not the certain blonde who's still oblivious of everything.

You finally face the building that held about five apartments rooms, it was indeed small but it is what Osamu and you needed, maybe even much.


You only looked at it, to your dismay you still have to carry these heavy bags inside and your shoulders already felt like they were going to leave your body.

The lady in the supermarket was nice enough to give you extra rice since you came by daily, it only added to the weight but you never complained.

"Don't look so dejected, princess." The voice that never fails to turn your world upside down can be heard right beside you.

With slightly surprised eyes you turn your head to your boyfriend, "Samu, aren't you supposed to be at work."


You scanned his appearance, your own boyfriend stood before you dressed in his black polo, black cap that covered his grey hair that you were obsessed with and some jeans, all labeled as his uniform.


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