Toman's Catphrodite (Book 2 of Toman's Black Cat)

Mitsuya ending Final

Mitsuya was used to having it all together. Being the one who usually had the older mentality, it allowed him to take charge in situations when no one else would and it's always worked out for him that way. Until you came along, that is.
Y/n was used to being a supporter. At least, that's what everyone truly believed. Mitsuya learned after years of marriage that her leading only took place behind the scenes. Things that needed to be done would be mysteriously completed without a word unless he asked, only to get a swift response of "It wasn't a big deal!" with the sweetest smile and hug.
As their children grew and Mitsuya's success continued to grow as well, it never failed to amaze him that she led in love. It was hard to explain in any other way.
Something needed to be done, she would do it and claim she was going to anyway or not say a word like usual. 

He had even caught her several times hard at work just as focused as he usually would be on his own tasks, just so she could ease his heavy burden if only a little.
Four years and she was doing it again at 2 in the morning. Or at least she had been. He walked into their home late at night after a long day at his studio, already knowing she wouldn't be in bed. Approaching her sleeping form in the children's playroom, looking over how she had taken what he had taught her for sewing, to try to help fix something she knew he wouldn't have time for but swore he would do anyway.
He smiled softly, carefully moving it away from her in favor of moving her closer to himself as one of his most prized possessions.
Y/n thought she was sneaky, trying to work on this in the playroom at night. All because she wanted to help. He knew picking her up would awaken her, so he propped himself against the wall with her cradled in his arms.
He couldn't help but feel as though he were lucky. Like somehow he had lost her before. He didn't question that because there were times he sensed more than just love, but fate. When they had their daughter, he kept a close eye on Y/n for reasons he couldn't explain, making sure that wherever she was, he would be there or at least someone they know. He gently caressed her face at the odd memory before feeling her stir in his arms, peeking through one eye at him before pouting. "Taka...you're not supposed to know..." She mumbled.
"I always know, love." He had to stifle laughter when she pouted more with tired eyes. "Ready for bed?" He helped her up as they walked to their bedroom. Once behind the door, he pulled her from behind into his arms, lightly resting his chin on her shoulder. "Thank you."
Her head turned and she smiled sweetly at him. Simple gestures were always enough for her, even when he felt as though they couldn't be. She kissed his cheek softly. 

"It's going to cost you!" She smirked. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Let me guess. You want a date night at home?" Seeing her face brighten up, he cupped both her cheeks to kiss her softly. "I'll call the babysitter tomorrow."

Mitsuya Takashi had a lot of talents, a lot fame and money, but the woman he loved more than anything only wanted one thing from him consistently.

A little more time together.