REQUESTED BY: Princess_Monika_57

A/N: Enjoy some more domestic fluff!

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Teruteru Hanamura was a happy man.

He had a bustling restaurant of his own, his mother was well cared for, and he had a beautiful, talented wife. What more could he want?

He first met her in high school in their first year. She was in the other batch of first-years, the Ultimate Baker, (y/n). She was pretty, with (e/c) eyes that made his heart skip a beat and a smile that set the fire in his chest ablaze.

Perhaps that was just him waxing poetic in the ruminations of love, but he still swore up and down she could make his heart flutter like no one else.

Things had a bit of a rocky start between them, what with his perverted tendencies and the fact that he didn't attend classes at first. But as the year progressed and he started to interact with her (courtesy of both class reps introducing them), he started to gain a liking for her.

She was sweet as her fruit pies, but held a spicy kick like her diabolo brownies. She was intelligent, clever, witty -- and by the end of first year, he was smitten.

When he confided in Nanami about how he wanted to confess to her, she was excited for him -- and helped him plan it out with the help of the other girls (and Kuzuryuu, surprisingly). He confessed his feelings in the courtyard with a delicious, freshly-made cherry torte -- not exactly his forte, but he'd practiced until his friends were too full for more. Luckily it seemed to do the trick, and she excitedly accepted.

By the time their second year kicked off, they were full-swing into the dating scene. Freshmen oohed and aahed over their relationship and the graduating class cooed about how sweet they were together. (y/n) glowed with pride whenever they tried each other's dishes on each other, and Teruteru couldn't have been happier, believing he truly met his match.

Things escalated -- the annual winter ball came, and with it came (y/n) in a beautiful, cherry-red gown. They danced together in a wonderland of tinsel and golden ornaments, in a rush of bitter cold and the comforting glow of the fire. He promised to marry her when he finally opened a restaurant of his own, and she promised that she'd wait for him while pursuing her own dream of owning her own bakery.

Spring came and went, and with it, their third year. Both were among the smartest in their year, determined to keep their promises to one another -- and on graduation day, he proposed, and she tearfully said yes.

After high school came university -- and once they got into the same school, they immediately went about renting an apartment together and getting jobs part-time to support themselves. Their dreams were becoming more and more real -- and their love deepened.

As soon as they graduated, they set to work gathering funds. They advanced in their prospective careers, Teruteru as a chef, and (y/n) as a baker in the shop next door. Every morning she sent him off with a smile and a kiss, painting his cheek with her cherry-red lipstick.

When Teruteru turned 30 years old, he announced that he was going to co-own the Hanamura Diner with his mother, having earned enough money to upgrade the establishment and help keep things running while his mother dealt with her illness.

When Teruteru and (y/n) celebrated New Year's that winter, they announced their wedding.

It would be held in spring when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and all of their classmates and friends were invited -- as well as their families. Her parents were overjoyed, and Teruteru's mother was delighted to hear that it would be held back in their hometown.

At their wedding, (y/n) wore her favorite cherry-red lipstick, and he'd never seen anyone more beautiful in all of their bridal glory. They recited their vows under a canopy of delicate pink, and when they kissed the blossoms blessed their union. The two had laughed and helped pick  the delicate blooms out of each other's hair.

And now here they were, both 31, both having achieved their dreams. Teruteru's widespread influence in the culinary world drew many a customer to the diner and thanks to him, they had enough staff to keep things running smoothly. (y/n) had suggested they expand to sell baked goods at the counter as well, and that further expanded the business's reach.

She got on quite well with  her in-law, and Mrs. Hanamura often gushed about her thoughtful son and her daughter-in-law.

Every morning, (y/n) would apply her cherry-red lipstick and show up to work with a smile, offering her array of delicious goods for the customers to take home, who left feeling full and satisfied with their meals. Every evening Teruteru would reflect on their lives as they lay in bed, reminiscing on their adolescent innocence and how blessed they'd both been.

Every Valentine's day, he surprised his wife with the same delicious cherry torte he confessed to her with, and every time, she laughed, her eyes crinkling just so as she playfully accepted all over again.

Yes, Teruteru Hanamura was a very happy man... and he didn't ever want things to change.

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A/N: THIS is the ending he should've gotten: Being a successful chef and helping out his poor mother, not the gruesome alternative. Poor Hanamama.

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