You're so cute when you're angry.

Akihisa is pretty much disgusted hearing that sentence spoke by the actor in the show he is currently watching. His eyes are flat, his mouth munching lazily, had his hand supported his head from falling down. What's so good about this kind of cheesy-romantic movies? Whatever comes out of that guy's mouth are lies. There's no one in this world would look cute when they're in a rage. No one. Not even the provenly-cute wife who is sitting beside him.

He even dares to say, the said cute wife is like a demon incarnation when enraged. Nope, it's far from cute. It's terrifying.

"What did you say?"

"What?"

"You said something just now."

"Nah, no at all. You heard it wrong."

Iroha lifts an eyebrow, but soon enough return her attention to the television. Akihisa silently let out a sigh of relieved. Apparently, he kinda voicing his thought out loud. Thanks to the high volume of the television that he spared from the war which almost breaks out.

The advertisements follow are no different. It full of bullshit, he really wonders how one can put up with so many of it without throwing out. The strange standard of beauty the society putting up makes so many strange beauty products now sold freely in the market. What pretty eyebrows? You born with one, why bother to trim it out then draw the new ones? What plump lips? It looks like a goliath just stepped on it. Scary.

Akihisa glance at Iroha, watching her face to look at any sign if she got influenced by the absurd marketing technique. Well, aside from her hair, she doesn't really follow the trend. A thing Akihisa feel relieved about. She's already pretty. No need to be like a walking doll with unrealistic body shape.

"Who?"

"What?"

"The one you said already pretty."

"I said that?"

"Clearly."

Akihisa gulped.

"Well.... No one."

Oh, fuck. She made that frown.

"What do you mean, 'no one'?"

"I mean it's really no one. I just... I just thinking about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You know, seeing these advertisements, it got me to think that you don't need that. You're already pretty."

".....Am I?"

"You are, so much. You're the prettiest, you don't need their products, whatever it is."

"Well.... Thank you."

Akihisa shifts in his seat. Cold sweat already rolling down his temple, but he managed to avoid a calamity, seeing now Iroha smiles giddily.

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