WIFE OF THE YEAR GOES TO. . .

"Honey,

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you."

adore you : harry styles

— married Amanene au

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The cold, summer breeze helped Yashiro feel at ease. Her shoulders slumped in relief, feeling the wind travel past her body and send a chill that eased the heat. Amane blew out a sigh, too, the tension escaping almost immediately. The sounds of cars passing by, people talking to their friends, shoes clicking against the ground filled their ears.

Yashiro relaxed, but she was still silent — unlike her talkative, cheery self. She was a bit down for today.

"We're here," Amane muttered, pushing the door wide open for Yashiro to enter, the familiar chime of the bell ringing, catching the attention of . It was their favorite cafe, the Kamome, because it was where they met each other, just a good few years ago. 

"Welcome!" A guy in uniform greeted, giving them a friendly smile. When he caught Amane's eyes, his eyes flashed in recognition. "Ah—" he immediately went up to them and gestured at a free table with both of his arms— "here. Have a seat."

Yashiro plopped down on the cushioned seat, a smile plastered on her face. She stared at Amane, expecting him to sit down on the chair across hers, but he held up a hand and mouthed, hold on a sec, before he walked away along with the barista. She frowned when Amane's back was turned to hers, so she couldn't see what he was holding.

Amane whirled around, hands behind his back, a wide grin on his face. Yashiro held in a breath when he showed her a lovely bouquet, heaping with assorted flowers. Yashiro started, taking the bouquet, "Oh—"

"Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary!" Amane pecked Yashiro's forehead, while the latter blushed. While Yashiro was busy admiring the flowers, Amane secretly fist-bumped the barista from earlier as he left the couple alone for a bit.

Yashiro giggled and motioned for Amane to lean down so she could peck his cheek in return. "Thank you, Amane-kun. I know you're busy from work and yet you—"

"The reason why I wanted to make up to you was because of my stupid work," Amane sighed out, and finally sat down. "I missed our anniversary for, what, 3 days?"

Yashiro sadly smiled. "Our anniversary was last week, actually."

Amane groaned and tugged on his hair in frustration. "I messed up so bad," he grunted softly, his bottom lip bitten. It pained Yashiro to see Amane look so frustrated — he was already stressed enough with work, he should not worry about upsetting Yashiro. He can never upset her, anyway.

"It's fine." And it really was. Yashiro could never get mad at Amane anyway even if she tried. She understood he was struggling. "You're doing this for the both of us. That alone makes me happy. Don't worry about me, Amane."

Amane stared up at her, eyes gleaming with pride and enjoy. "How did I get so lucky to have you? I swear, you're an angel! I don't deserve you. . ."

The last sentence was whispered, but Yashiro heard it loud and clear. Amane should never be insecure of their relationship! "Amane, you deserve me just as much as I deserve you, okay?" She softly said, as if he would break like glass with one wrong word. And with his glass heart, maybe he would. "Just do what you need to do. I'll be right here waiting for you anytime."

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Amane cursed. "Don't be so loud, please! She might hear you, and it'll be over instantly!" He hissed. "We don't want that now, do we?" He raised a hand in an attempt to silence the noise.

Amane breathed out in relief when silence was back again. The pink, bunny-like creature hopped on his shoulder in response, finally stopping its loud squeals of excitement.

"What was all the noise all about?"

Both Amane and the Mokke shrieked, turning around to see Yashiro sternly staring at them, hands on hips, and lips pursued. Amane blushed when he realized she was wearing the apron he bought her with radish designs imprinted on it. That gift was supposed to be a joke, but Yashiro liked it.

Yashiro gasped, dropping the wooden spoon she was holding, making it clatter on the floor. She immediately ran up to Amane, holding out her palm so the Mokke would hop on it — but instead, the Mokke decided to be comfortable on her shoulder. Yashiro bit her lip, vibrating in joy.

"Surprise?" Amane lamely exclaimed along with jazz-hands. That was a terrible surprise. "I decided to adopt a Mokke as a gift for you—"

Yashiro tackled Amane into a hug, her arms gently wrapped around his shoulders. "Oh, thank you, thank you! I've always wanted a Mokke!" She all but screamed, clearly elated with his gift.

Amane laughed and hugged her back, as the Mokke made itself stand on his head, cheering them. "You're welcome, Nene. He can be your little companion whenever my shift takes too long."

"He'd be a great companion," Yashiro said. "I think you deserve some homemade donuts for that."

Amane pulled away, his eyes sparkling with stars. "Really? You'll make me some donuts for tomorrow!?"

"For the entire week!" Yashiro proudly declared. Amane's mouth almost watered imagining all those donut goodness he'd have during his torturous work. "Anything for Amane!"

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"—that's what she told me!" Amane boasted at his co-worker, munching on his favorite Yashiro's special homemade donut with pure delight. The taste can never get old.

Akane grunted as he typed on his keyboard, not even bothering to seem like he was listening as his eyes intently moved back and forth on the screen. "Can you stop, now, please? You've been going Yashiro this, Yashiro that! Yashiro-san would be displeased to know that you're dragging your break for too long and slacking off on your job."

Amane gasped. "We both know Nene would never scold me for something as silly as that!" Amane blew raspberries like a child, crumbs falling down on the floor. Akane scrunched his nose. "You're just jealous you don't have a wife like Nene."

"I already have a—"

"But does she have radish ankles and can cook the best homemade donuts to ever exist?" Amane asked.

Akane frowned at him, looking disgusted. He was wasting his time with that head-over-heels boy. Amane took it as an action of defeat and cheered in victory.

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Requested by: maplebell

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