[ Holly Heights wasn't bad, really, when Makoto got down to it. He could work at something he liked, attend school, hang out, and not fight horrible midnight monsters. Even coming up on two years in the place, he had slowly let his reservations drift away. Save for a deep mistrust of the Landlord, most of the relationships he had were positive: even tough nuts to crack like Rin had eventually been opened, all the sweeter for the effort.
Then he'd turned 18 and been assigned into a marriage with Rin's sister. That...that soured the pot a little. Even under water torture (get it), he wouldn't admit that this was a pretty sweet deal. Gou was cute, friendly, motivated and cute. With that as his wife, it was no wonder that he'd try a little harder to impress.
Like, for instance, cooking up a lunch for two in the kitchen while she was off at swimming practice. When she returned, he'd be mid-stir fry, form covered with an apron. He half-turned when he heard the door open, calling out the polite response towards it. ]
just GOU for it
Then he'd turned 18 and been assigned into a marriage with Rin's sister. That...that soured the pot a little. Even under water torture (get it), he wouldn't admit that this was a pretty sweet deal. Gou was cute, friendly, motivated and cute. With that as his wife, it was no wonder that he'd try a little harder to impress.
Like, for instance, cooking up a lunch for two in the kitchen while she was off at swimming practice. When she returned, he'd be mid-stir fry, form covered with an apron. He half-turned when he heard the door open, calling out the polite response towards it. ]
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