Nagisa's POV
"It's Asano."
The mention of his name sent shivers down my spine. Though, I motioned him to continue.
"He asked us to go to a school reunion.."
That didn't sound so ba- "To meet his wife." -I felt something pound my heart- but I quickly dismissed it.
I pretended to choke on air and said, "Oh um...what do you think?"...
He wondered for a moment...before replying "If you want to go, I'll go, Nagi-chan" with a wink.
I sighed at his antics..."Let's go then. I wonder who the lucky lady is.." I said to him with a dreamy look. Though...I really wondered who...
He then growled, so I laughed and said I was joking.
Karma's POV
"Oh wait. I remembered him mentioning his wife's name." I told her, with an imaginary memory bubble at the top right corner of my head.
My beautiful wife asked me, "What's her name?"
I grinned at her and answered "It was....Yhan."
"That's a wonderful name..." she said. Wait... Did I just hear Jealousy in her voice?
Nah... I'm probably just hearing things. My sweet Nagi-chan doesn't get jealous quickly.
"Well when's the reunion?" She asked me with a forced smile.
I don't like that smile...
"It's on January 4..."
She was about to say something back, until- "Mommy..." My lovely little daughter called out to my sweet, blueberry. Guessing she was lonely, She went to tend to her.
A/N: HEY GUYS! I HOPE IT WASN'T TOO SHORT 😅. I'm so sorry for that...
Anyways.... THANK YOU SO MUCH Yhanrah07 For letting me use your name for Asano's wife! 😆😆😆😆.
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